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The Mafia Don's Regret: Too Late To Love
Mafia My husband, the city's most ruthless Don, left me standing at the altar to comfort a woman with a sprained ankle.
I thought our marriage was a protection pact, but when a kidnapper held a knife to his childhood sweetheart’s throat on a rooftop, Cedric made his choice.
He physically shoved me—his pregnant wife—toward the blade to save her.
I survived the fall, but our unborn baby didn't.
Yet, there was no apology.
Blinded by her lies, Cedric accused me of staging the attack out of jealousy. He had me thrown into the family dungeon, where I was beaten while still bleeding from the miscarriage.
He didn't know two things.
First, that his "perfect" sweetheart had voluntarily sterilized herself years ago and could never give him the heir he craved.
Second, that I had terminal cardiomyopathy. My heart had an expiration date, and I had only days left to live.
On my 27th birthday, I asked him for one final kindness: a midnight ride on the Ferris wheel where we had our first date.
He promised to be there, but he was late again, attending to her needs.
So I went up alone.
When the carriage came back down, it was empty.
All I left behind were my shoes and a medical file that would destroy him. Revenge Wears Many Faces: Hers, Mine
Romance Three years. That' s how long I spent in prison, taking the fall for the man I loved, Case Stevens, believing his promise of marriage and a future.
But the moment I walked out, I discovered his sweet words were a meticulously crafted lie, a cruel game orchestrated with my university rival, Blair Kelley, to destroy me and my family.
They humiliated me publicly, forcing me into a mock proposal with a dog, while my father lay dying in a hospital, his care deliberately withdrawn by Case to seize control of our family company.
At my father' s funeral, I learned Blair had mixed his ashes into her "art," a twisted masterpiece she then set ablaze, burning the last physical piece of him. I was beaten by Case' s friends, left for dead, my body broken, my spirit shattered.
I was dying, but a doctor, Axel Everett, offered me a chance at a new life, a chance to become a ghost in the world that had betrayed me. Protected By The Enforcer: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Mafia The rejection letter from the private security school arrived on a Tuesday. It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to my son, Danny, had been filled by another boy.
My husband, a high-ranking Capo, had signed away our son’s protection to make room for his mistress’s bastard.
He sneered at me, calling Danny "soft," and sent him to an unguarded cabin in the north to toughen up.
Three days later, the Russians took him.
When the courier arrived, there was no ransom demand. Just a package containing a shred of blue cotton with a green T-Rex, soaked in black, stiff blood.
Tom didn't shed a tear. He poured a scotch, stepped over me as I wept on the floor, and blamed me for coddling the boy.
Overwhelmed by the silence of a house that would never hear my son's laughter again, I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to escape the pain.
But the darkness didn't last.
I woke up gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sunlight hit my face.
"Mommy?"
Danny stood in the doorway, wearing his dinosaur pajamas, whole and alive.
I looked at the calendar. It was May 15th. The day the letter arrived.
The grief in my chest calcified into cold rage.
I knew about the skimming. I knew about the fake widow status. I knew exactly how to bury my husband.
I picked up the phone and dialed the one number no wife was ever supposed to call directly—the Enforcer.
"I have evidence of treason," I said. "And I'm bringing the proof." Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge
Mafia I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace.
That kindness is exactly what got me killed.
My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate.
Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat.
She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest.
"You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy.
I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal.
But I didn't stay dead.
I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred.
The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018.
It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate.
I looked at the paper on the vanity.
In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand.
This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name.
I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash.
I was going to Las Vegas.
There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families.
I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled.
"Dante Cavallaro," I said.
"I'm here to make you a King." The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape
Romance I was just a placeholder, a warm body in silk sheets to keep the bed from getting cold while my billionaire "owner," Garrick Head, dreamt of another man’s wife. To the world, I was Ever Wells, the lucky girl he’d plucked from obscurity, but in reality, I was a doll on a 145-day contract, counting every second until I could disappear.
Everything shattered when a burner phone buzzed in my hand with a message that turned my blood to ice: "I know your secret, Everly."
My real name was the one thing I had buried to protect my four-year-old son, Leo, who was hidden in a cramped apartment in Queens. Just as the blackmailer closed in, Leo’s asthma flared into a life-threatening fever, and the medication he needed cost thousands I didn't have. When I tried to siphon money to save him, Garrick sensed my desperation and froze my credit cards, mocking my "poverty" and demanding I crawl back to his bed to earn his favor.
The nightmare intensified at a high-society gala when Clarence Frazier, a dangerous ghost from my past, cornered me. He mouthed my real name in front of the cameras, his eyes promising to tear my fake life apart. Garrick’s possessiveness turned violent as he broke a man’s jaw for insulting me, yet in the same breath, he reminded me I was nothing but a "rented whore" he’d bought off a shelf.
I had to smile while he kissed me and detach my mind while he touched me, all while siphoning pennies into a hidden account. He thought he could finalize my imprisonment with a twenty-million-dollar apartment on Central Park West, calling it a gift when it was really just a heavier lock on my golden cage.
"I don't want to save the world," I whispered to the empty, marble penthouse after he fell asleep. "I just want to save my son."
With a predator from my past watching my every move and a master who treated me like a pet, I realized I couldn't wait for my contract to end. I had to run tonight, or Leo and I would both die in this cage. Unwanted Husband, Unstoppable Man
Modern I stood before my instructor, Mr. Harrison, the polished floor reflecting my tired face. I was the lead dancer at Stone Corp's prestigious company, but it felt like a prison. "I need to resign," I said, my voice quiet but steady.
Then, the true reason for my discontent emerged. "I want to divorce her," I confessed, referring to Olivia, the CEO and my wife. She had stopped seeing me as a person, only a means to an end.
My world shattered when I overheard Olivia tell her brother that I had "served my purpose." I was merely a distraction, a "replacement" until Derek Chen, her former fiancé and another dancer, returned. I was a ghost, a stand-in-a role painfully evident as Derek sat beside her at dinner, in the seat that used to be mine.
Weeks turned into a nightmare. Derek orchestrated a scene, faking an injury and accusing me of assault. Olivia, without hesitation, believed him. "You are vile," she hissed. She then slapped me, the sting nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal. I crumpled to the floor, consumed by a familiar, dark terror, remembering her promise to never let anyone hurt me.
Later, I dragged myself from the locked basement where her security team had thrown me. In the hospital, the doctor delivered the final blow: the fall had caused irreversible damage, leaving me unable to have children. The dream of a family, a home, snatched away by the woman who once said, "We are not having children."
A quiet, hollow emptiness settled in me. But I wasn't broken. I was done being a victim. I would get my justice. I would escape my gilded cage. Invisible To Him, Until She Left
Romance October 12th. Another year. Another morning, another silent coffee delivered to Jake Sterling's desk, and another reminder of his glacial indifference. Three years of unrequited hope, of being invisible to the man she worshipped-her commanding officer.
Then, Isabelle Vance, a new agent, arrived, and suddenly Jake transformed: smiles, patience, shared laughter. Ava witnessed a tender interaction at his parents' home, overhearing joyful whispers about "wedding venues" and a "spring wedding." The world tilted. The crushing reality that he was marrying someone else, someone he showed warmth and kindness to, while she received only cold disdain and public humiliation, shattered her.
The pain was a physical wound, and the injustice burned. Why had he treated her with such cruelty, only to lavish affection on Isabelle? Why was she always the target of his harshness? The constant push and pull, the mixed signals – a sudden kind gesture out of uniform, then a brutal dressing-down back at the office – it all made no sense.
She couldn' t endure it anymore. Her heart, once full of desperate hope, was now a hollow, aching void. There was nothing left.
A final, desperate act: Ava requested a transfer to Cinder Peak, a remote, forgotten outpost. She was leaving. She was walking away from him, from this unit, from everything that had defined her for years. Little did she know, her painful escape was just the beginning of a far more dangerous and complicated journey. Grand Theft Fiancée
Romance The day I was supposed to pick up my fully restored vintage Ford Bronco, a symbol of my hard-earned success, I was blindsided.
My fiancée, Gabby, whom I trusted implicitly, appeared in a viral TikTok video handing my dream car-a sky-blue masterpiece-to her ex-boyfriend, Wesley, for his 30th birthday, all for online clout.
The comments section exploded with praise for her "generosity," while my world tilted. She hadn' t just given away my car; she had stolen a piece of my success and gifted it to another man, publicly humiliating me.
It wasn't just the blatant theft and the shocking disrespect; it was the audacious lie, the sheer betrayal in front of the entire internet. How could someone I was about to marry be so public and brazen with her deceit, turning my private milestone into a weapon against me?
But instead of despairing, a chilling clarity settled over me. I pulled up the car's title, screenshot the police report I' d just filed for grand theft auto, and commented on her viral video, "Glad you like my Bronco. The Austin PD has been notified... See you soon." The game was on. A Million Dollar Bluff
Romance The air was thick with the smell of barbecue, but my stomach was churning with dread.
My upscale Austin life was supposed to merge with my fiancé Ryan's small-town roots this Thanksgiving weekend, finalizing our wedding plans.
But then Ryan's family started a poker game, and my father, a notorious soft touch after a few bourbons, lost everything.
Every cent of the $200,000 wedding fund I' d given him for safekeeping was gone, wiped out in one night.
Ryan, instead of comforting me, put on a masterclass of manipulation, shaming my father and threatening to call off the wedding, using "tradition" as an excuse.
His whole family watched, smug and complicit, as if I was the problem, not their pathetic, greedy scheme.
The humiliation was suffocating, crushing not just me, but my parents too, turning a celebratory weekend into a public shaming.
How could the man I was about to marry betray me so completely, letting his family fleece mine, then blaming us?
But as my mother begged me to leave, a cold resolve settled in my gut, hardening into steel: I wasn't leaving until I' d taken back what was mine.
I walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and calmly declared, "I want to play." The Ivy League Curse
Young Adult I was a scholarship kid, grinding daily for a shot at the Ivy Leagues, my entire future resting on those SAT scores.
My best friend, Ethan, had just given me this vintage 'good luck' watch, and my other best friend, Chloe, was like family-always in my corner.
Then the practice SAT results dropped.
My scores, usually stellar, had crashed to zero, while Ethan, who barely passed, was suddenly top of the class.
That's when I overheard Chloe, my 'sister from another mister,' confessing.
She' d given me Ethan' s 'lucky' watch, not for my good fortune, but to transfer mine to him. Because I was 'in his way.'
The betrayal was a gut punch.
This wasn't luck-sharing; it was a score-sucking curse.
First, my grades vanished, then my scholarship was revoked after Chloe framed me for plagiarism-a move that sent my already fragile mom to the hospital.
To top it off, Chloe, the 'family' I trusted, dumped me in a dark alley to be beaten almost senseless by a jock and his crew, just to protect Ethan.
Lying broken, abandoned, and stripped of everything, I couldn' t grasp the cruelty.
My best friend, my 'sister'-how could they orchestrate such a calculated downfall? Was this just about Ivy League dreams, or something far more sinister? Was I merely a pawn to be discarded? And what kind of 'good luck charm' destroys lives?
But beneath the pain, a cold resolve hardened.
I found Marcus, the mysterious man who' d warned me about the watch.
He promised a way to break the curse, to make them pay.
My future, my mom, my very identity-it all hung in the balance. This wasn't just about getting my life back; it was about exposing the darkness, and making sure justice found its true mark. Unforgiven: A Love Betrayed
Modern For seven years, I was Sarah Miller, dating Senator Ethan Bailey, my life a meticulously crafted lie for a shadowy organization.
I was nearing my triumph, about to secure his loyalty.
Then, a shattered glass, scattered files. Ethan' s furious roar echoed: "A. God. Damn. Assignment?"
Our entire relationship, a carefully woven deception, was exposed.
My D.C. career turned to ash. Ostracized and radioactive, I thought hope arrived in Mark Thorne, but his 'devotion' was another twisted lie, a calculated tactic fueled by his obsession for Ethan' s new wife, Victoria.
Victoria unleashed a horrifying campaign of torment: public humiliations, framed corruption, a deepfake.
She called my murdered assistant, Izzy, a "loose end." Worst of all, Mark, cold and brutal, snapped the neck of my only solace, my dog Buster.
How could my life become a landscape of such profound betrayal and calculated cruelty? Every supposed kindness, every bond, revealed as a sickening deception.
Shattered and broken, I whispered one word to Aegis: "Extraction."
My past memories were wiped clean.
I awoke as Amy Peterson, free in a quiet Maine town.
But the man who destroyed me, Mark Thorne, was unknowingly given an Aegis "Redemption Mandate," sent to earn my love, unaware I' m finally truly protected from his lies. Whispers of a Dark Prophecy
Young Adult I clutched my Yale application, a symbol of hope amidst the stifling air of my own home. My parents, my brother, and my childhood friend Jake stood before me, a picture of familial expectation.
But I heard their thoughts, a chaotic chorus of fear and malice. "Lock her down. Save Chloe," my father thought. Jake proposed eloping, ostensibly for love, but their true motives were horrifying: to stop me from going to college, to prevent me from 'destroying Chloe' s future' – all based on a 'prophet' s' twisted premonitions about me.
My refusal ignited their true rage. They stripped me of my agency, condemning my ambition as a 'dark path' to protect their 'blessed' Chloe. Every success I had ever achieved they twisted into a tool for villainy. My chronic illness, initially dismissed as 'drama,' became their excuse for outright torture: confinement, forced sedatives, and a dog leash chained to my ankle. They genuinely believed I had to be stopped, by any means necessary.
How could a family be so utterly consumed by such a delusional prophecy, twisting every fiber of their love into a suffocating paranoia? How could they view me, their own daughter, as a malevolent force simply for wanting a future? The betrayal from Jake, someone I once crushed on, cut deeper than their predictable malice, as he chose their twisted narrative over me.
But even held captive, my will wasn't broken. With my last ounce of strength, I penned a desperate 'SOS,' pressing it into Chloe's hand. This was my final gamble, my last hope to break free, to expose their monstrous delusion, and to reclaim my destiny, even if it cost me everything. A Mother's Impossible Sacrifice
Billionaires Nine months pregnant, I walked into another one of my husband's lavish galas, the latest accessory in his perfectly curated, yet utterly broken, life.
When premature labor struck, triggered by his blatant disregard, he simply sneered, telling me not to be 'dramatic,' while I was left to face a life-threatening delivery alone in a sterile hospital room, his phone conveniently off at a party with his secretary.
Lying in the hospital bed, watching his latest public indiscretion flash across my TV screen, I made the agonizing choice to give up my newborn son, Leo, convinced he' d be better off with the Caldwell fortune than with a broken mother like me.
The system failed me, and I couldn't bear the thought of my tiny, vulnerable son enduring a life of instability because of me, a mother with no resources and no family.
So I vanished, changing my name and leaving behind Sarah Caldwell, believing my sacrifice was the only way to shield Leo from the poison of his father's name.
But just as I' d rebuilt a quiet life, two years later, he walked into my new bakery, Leo in his arms, and a single, innocent word from our son - 'Mama!' - shattered my carefully constructed peace, demanding I once again deny the love I desperately craved. A Mother's Scorched Earth
Modern My seven-year-old, Ethan, was my whole world, a sensitive boy whose eyes held the wonder of distant galaxies and whose laughter filled our lives. But beneath that joy lay a constant fear: his severe, life-threatening peanut allergy. Weekend handovers at his father Mark' s perfectly manicured, magazine-worthy backyard were always a tightrope walk.
One scorching afternoon, a pristine ornamental tree lost a branch, triggering a terrifying chain of events. Mark, egged on by his new girlfriend Chloe, forced Ethan to dig a stubborn tree stump in the cruel sun, all while Chloe lounged nearby, casually eating peanuts. Soon, Ethan was gasping for air, clutching his throat, his face turning splotchy red.
As I scrambled for the EpiPen, screaming for Mark to call 911, he grabbed my arm, dismissing it as "overdramatic," convinced I was panicking. Precious, agonizing seconds ticked by as he held me back, until my precious boy collapsed, blue-lipped and lifeless. Later that day, while Ethan lay in the morgue, Mark was gleefully celebrating a gender reveal for his new baby with Chloe, dismissing our son's death as mere "unpleasantness." He then heartlessly threw Ethan' s most treasured toy, his grandfather's vintage X-Wing, into the trash, trying to erase his existence entirely.
My grief was an open wound, yet his callous detachment, his immediate celebration, and Chloe's cold triumph were an unimaginable torment. How could the man who once checked every food label now call my son's tragic death "unpleasantness"? How could I be forced to film a humiliating apology video, publicly blaming myself, just to be free?
But then, a hidden surveillance video from the backyard cameras, secretly kept by his parents' housekeeper, surfaced. It laid bare Mark's fatal inaction, Chloe' s deliberate malice with peanuts, and exposed the shocking lie that Chloe's unborn child wasn't even his. Now, armed with undeniable proof, I was ready to pursue justice for Ethan, guided by the dreams he left in his cherished Space Journal. Wedding Day’s Final Drop
Billionaires My billionaire father, Arthur Vanderbilt II, constantly pressured me to choose a bride from the brilliant women of our Foundation Scholars program.
My focus, however, was stubbornly fixed on the enigmatic and beautiful Isabelle Hayes, convinced she was the one.
But then, I overheard an intimate conversation between Isabelle and her supposed younger brother, Leo, discovering their illicit affair and calculating plan to exploit our family's fortune.
My heartbreak quickly turned to fury as I uncovered a web of deceit: the other Scholars were actively mocking me, and Isabelle herself sabotaged me in a polo match, causing serious injury.
The public humiliation escalated at the Met Gala when Isabelle, a master hacker, froze my accounts and then mockingly covered my immense philanthropic pledge, all to elevate Leo and further disgrace me.
I was left reeling from their calculated gaslighting and the profound injustice, struggling to comprehend how deeply I’d been betrayed by the very people my family had uplifted.
But Leo’s final, vulgar taunt – a video flaunting Isabelle’s twisted devotion to him, followed by a crude offer of other Scholars – ignited an uncontrollable rage, solidifying my decision: they would all pay. You might like
Eight-year-old Princess: Phoenix Reborn
LARA MORRISON Is it possible for an eight-year-old girl to bear the memory of her previous life? What will you do if one day, after waking up in bed, you find yourself eight again and you are reminded of all the pain and humiliations you have suffered at the hands of those you once deemed close?
In her previous life, the royal princess, Yun Shang, was traumatized both mentally, and physically. She was a wife betrayed by her husband, a mother who had witnessed the tragic death of her only child, and a sister who had experienced the cruelty of her royal elder sister. Now back to the age of eight, knowing what she knows about those people, how will she avenge herself? See for yourself! Phoenix Reborn: The Peerless Fourth Lady
Cathleen In her previous life, she was married to the Crown Prince since youth, and ruled over the six palaces for more than 10 years. In the end however, she met her demise at the betrayal of her younger sister and a fire burned everything to ashes.
The phoenix is nirvana, reborn in fire, peerless elegance.
Waving her hands she commanded the clouds and rain, inside the General's camp advancing step by step;
Of the men in this world, just who can move that rusting heart?
At the end of the dream, who will become her lifelong companion.
A painting of blood-drenched lands, how can it rival the cinnabar between your brows*.
(*TN: Cinnabar is a similar color to blood, and cinnabar between the brows symbolizes beauty. This line is an allegory to conquest versus beautiful women) The Vengeful Goddess Returns
Ola Wilde After being harmed, my soul left my body, and I discovered the truth that my whole family wanted to harm me. So I started to fight back.
I began to teach my younger brother, distance myself from my fiancé, take control of the family business, and audit my mother's dowry shop. I forced my stepmother and father to make up for the embezzled money, and then set a trap to catch my stepsister Nora and fiancé Max in the act of adultery, spreading the scandal throughout Eighphia.
After seeking treatment from a renowned doctor, my health gradually improved. I exposed my stepmother's actions against me, sought revenge, and gradually revealed the truth that it was my own good father who was behind the harm to me and my mother.
Through confrontation and covert investigation, I gathered evidence and uncovered a secret that was enough to destroy my father's entire family...
I avenged myself and my mother, and also found a fulfilling marriage. My Parents, Their Pet, My Hell
Sophia Langley The Great Depression had gnawed away at everything, leaving my family-my parents, Mark and Susan, and me, Sarah-scrambling for survival in a city choked with despair.
Then, they found Buddy, a stray golden retriever, shivering in an alley.
Suddenly, my meager cannery wages, meant for rent and food, were funneled into premium dog food, toys, and vet visits for him. I worked myself to exhaustion, only to watch them hand-feed Buddy roasted chicken from our good plates while I got watery potato soup.
He wasn't just a dog; a cold, malevolent intelligence lurked in his eyes, a mocking smirk reserved just for me. When I tried to evict him, he bit me, and my parents blamed me, tending to him while I bled, calling me a "jealous, worthless girl."
My world shattered when I was laid off, and an eviction notice arrived. Our only hope was a government housing lottery. But when I announced it, my parents only saw three spots: one for them, and one for Buddy.
"He's not a dog!" my mother screamed. "He's family! More family than you've ever been!"
They raced off, dragging Buddy, leaving me, weakened by hunger and infection, to chase after them. I watched, horrified, as an official marked three names: my father, my mother, and the dog.
They were ushered through the gate. They didn't look back as it locked, leaving me outside. Through the bars, Buddy looked at me and grinned.
I died alone, freezing in an alley.
Then, a sudden jolt. My eyes flew open. I was in my bed, the morning my parents found Buddy. My blood ran cold, hearing their cheerful voices.
I was back. And this time, I wouldn't die in the cold. I would find out why they chose a dog over their own daughter. And they would pay. The Voice of Azzam
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A story of love, betrayal, and power within the gilded walls of Azzam Palace
In the glittering city of Azzam, where loyalty is a weapon and silence a shield, newly crowned King Kamil stands at the edge of power - young, brilliant, and haunted by the weight of a kingdom that watches his every move.
Milan, a lowly palace maid with a quiet spirit and melodious voice accidentally crosses paths with him, neither expects the spark that follows - a forbidden connection born in the shadow of the throne. But love in Azzam is never easy.
As enemies close in - Bashi- the scheming uncle, and Jodha, the ambitious princess who is just a pawn in Mirian (kamil step sister)'s hand, the palace becomes a battlefield of whispers and deceit. And when Milan is accused of a crime that could destroy her, Kamil must decide whether to follow his duty... or his heart.
In a world where every smile hides a secret, and every act of mercy could cost a crown, one truth remains - even kings can fall in love, and even love can start a war. A war that is fueled by an unhealthy obsession
Loving Willow
LadyRosabella Willow, daughter of Zane and River, has had a crush on her best friend since she was ten years old. Her overprotective family members and friends are worried that he'll break her heart. Meanwhile, however, an evil is brewing that may change every thing Willow thought she knew. Will she have the strength to over come it or will it break the cheerful girl. Will Trent, son of Micah and Lily, ever act on his desires for his best friend or will he allow insecurities to rule over his life.
Join Zane, River, Micah, Lily, Rhett, Lacey, Vance and Grace as well as their many children in the third book of the Loving series.
1. Loving River
2. Loving Lily
3. The Ranger's Daughter
4. Loving Willow
This is a clean historical romance that will have an HEA
Happy Reading! The Empire of Thetia
PinkTenshi We often hear that love makes us blind, but when we add jealousy, we lose all beneficial notions, and we are ready to do anything so that the person at the origin of these evils, suffer. This is what will happen to Thetia Kestle, the youngest of the Kestle family. It is her older sister Jane who will be at the origin, and who will force her sister, the jewel of the Kestle family, to flee her native land, because death is at her heels. A love triangle is created between Jane, Thetia and Crown Prince Harlan VII Vassethier. Nevertheless, even in the deepest despair, we can find that glimmer of hope and swim to it so that we can finally breathe and be free of all these evils. Thetia will understand this during her long flight. Between betrayal, manipulation, life of prestige, wars, and love, how to know who will support you all your life and who will stab you in the back at the right moment. 
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