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His Love, Her Blinding Hate

His Love, Her Blinding Hate

Ava Monroe. For five years, my marriage to Ethan Hayes was a bitter war, not a union. I publicly loathed him, clinging to my childhood sweetheart Liam, convinced Ethan was the villain in my life. Then, the unimaginable happened: Ethan died, stabbed by a masked intruder. His desperate, dying call? I dismissed it, hanging up my phone, thinking it just another attempt at control. But death didn't stop him; for five agonizing days, he was back, a visible, tangible spirit. Liam' s insidious whispers fueled my contempt, convincing me Ethan' s ghostly return was merely another manipulative game. I accused him of staging attacks, forced him to kneel publicly, and even held his head underwater in our pool, demanding confessions for lies. At a grand gala, after I slapped him for a supposed poisoning concocted by Liam, Ethan finally broke, slapping me back with a raw, desperate love in his eyes that I was too numb to see. He then vanished, leaving only a final, haunting note. I thought I was finally free, but the ensuing silence grew louder than any conflict. Until I found his horrifically decomposed body and that letter, detailing a fantastical "Gatekeeper," a five-day reprieve, and how my own icy "I will never love you" had sealed his fate. My world didn't just shatter; it exploded, revealing that I had inadvertently killed the man who had secretly loved me. With chilling clarity, the pieces clicked into place: Liam' s "sympathy," his manufactured chaos, his constant poisoning of my mind. He was the architect of Ethan's murder, the true monster, the puppet master of my destruction. My grief transmuted into a glacial rage, as Liam thought my husband's death cleared his path to me, yet he was about to learn just how wrong he was.
The Villaness Rebirth

The Villaness Rebirth

So this is how my life ends... "Behead her now!" "Such a villainous woman should die!" I can clearly hear the voices of my own friend's and colleague's condemnation in me while I am kneeling to the ground. My body was covered by many bruises and my hands were tied in my back. The glares in their eyes makes me feel that we don't share memories. Is this my karma? I only wanted to be brave, I wanted to be myself. I just don't want somebody to hurt me, why do they hate me so much? "Adelaide Reisel von Lascena" I began to lift my head slowly to see the man who spit my name. "Your execution will begin" he continued I smiled bitterly as I saw the man that I truly love was staring at me in resentment. Prince Alexis, I love him so much that I could do anything to make him mine. But, he's now furious with me and sadly that he's the one who will kill me. I look in my sister's direction and her smirk makes me sick. I'm here at the town's circle as my execution will be held in public. I was accused of harming my sister, Ivellina and ended up being persecuted. The truth is, although we don't have a good relationship with each other, I can't harm my sister. The bell of my execution started to ring and the people started to clatter. I looked back and saw many people want me dead even though I didn't know them and I didn't do anything to them, it's hurting me. My tears started to fall. I don't wanna die... Prince Alexis finally drew his sword. "Any last words?" he said I smiled as my tears we're falling non-stop. "It was sad..." I said in lamentation "My life is sad..." I look in his face but I see no guilt. My sister was smiling now, I bet she's happy because she finally got rid of me. He put up his sword and I began to feel more desperate to live. I don't want to die! I want to have a peaceful life! All of my memories flashed against me and I started to wail. Finally, the bell rang for the third time and my execution began. I suddenly feel numb and all I can see is darkness. In my second life, I wish to be a person that everyone loves. It was so dark and vivid when I finally opened my eyes. I began to wander my eyes in this familiar place. Was it my room? When did I get back? Didn't I already die? "Miss, you're finally awake" A maid confronted me while she was handling a tray with food in her hand. "Lina, why am I in my room?" I asked "Miss had a strong fever and haven't left her room in about 3 days?" he answered "Where's Ivellina? Where's father? Where's everybody?" I asked in confusion "Miss, what are you talking about. Who is Ivellina? Your father was in his office right now" Lina answered Wait, why did my voice suddenly change? Why did Lina not know who is Ivellina? I looked down and I was surprised to see that my body became small like I was just a 12 year old girl. Wait a minute.... "What's the date today?" I hurriedly asked "It's July 13, 980, Miss" she said What... is going on.. I glanced at the window and put a smile on my face. God must've given me this chance to correct my life. This time, I will live in happiness. I will change my fate and avenge my pitiful life.
Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade. But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad. Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal. Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion." Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps. My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood. The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt. I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served. But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows. He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden. I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal. When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body. "The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it." Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.