Clara Voss
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The Dragon Prince's Branded Bride: From Family Shame to Imperial Throne
Fantasy As a Dragonless outcast, I was despised by my noble family and banished to the barren marches for five years over a framed scandal.
When I was finally recalled for my stepsister's wedding, the Crown Prince accidentally triggered the Fated Flame bond with me. He tried to publicly reject me in disgust, but the King forced us to marry to secure the throne.
Knowing this marriage was a death sentence, I tried to flee. But the prince hunted me down, dragged me back, and brutally burned his golden Flamebrand into my collarbone to mark me as his property.
His favored noblewoman then framed me for attacking her. Believing her lies, the prince left me to the mercy of my family. My father beat me half to death with a barbed dragon-bone whip for daring to run and jeopardize their political ties.
Bleeding and covered in raw welts, I was forced into a suffocating, high-collared black velvet gown to attend our formal betrothal banquet. I sat there trembling in agony, listening to them haggle over my life like a cheap piece of meat. I hated my family, and I hated the tyrant prince who dragged me into this hell.
But halfway through the dinner, the prince who supposedly despised me suddenly stopped talking. He walked up behind my chair, violently ripped open my high collar, and stared at my bleeding, oozing whip wounds.
The entire hall froze as his terrifying dragonfire pressure shattered the crystal plates, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper.
"Who did this?" The White Wolf's Secret Comatose Alpha Mate
Werewolf I pushed open the door to my fiancé's private villa, only to find him twisting on the couch with a pregnant Omega.
Instead of feeling guilty, he adjusted his collar and told me I could stay as his secret mistress since I was born "wolfless."
I turned to my biological father, the Pack Alpha, for justice.
"For a wolfless embarrassment like you to marry him is already a blessing, so do as he says."
I smashed my engagement token and walked away.
In retaliation, my family decided to sell me to a violent, low-life thug for five million. They needed to get rid of me so my adopted sister could take my place and marry the comatose billionaire Supreme Alpha, Constantine.
On the morning of the wedding, my own mother spiked my soup with a paralyzing neurotoxin. She unlocked my bedroom window to let the thug climb in and ruin my body, planning to send my adopted sister to the billionaire's estate in my dress.
They thought I was just a defective, powerless discard they could butcher at will.
They had no idea I secretly carried the purest royal White Wolf bloodline, or that I had already made a deal with the Royal Dowager to change the bride's name on the marriage decree.
I poured the poisoned soup away, bashed the thug's skull in with a paperweight, and walked down the grand staircase in my crimson Luna gown.
Watching my treacherous family fall to their knees in terror, I smiled coldly.
"From the moment I walk out these doors today, I sever all blood ties with the Cantrell Pack!"
Today, I would become the untouchable Supreme Luna they could only look up to. Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress
Romance For five years, I gave up my career as a Columbia math genius to be Kenneth's devoted wife, enduring painful hormone treatments to carry his heir.
But when I brought him soup in the freezing rain, I found him feeding grapes to his mistress.
He publicly called me a "paid surrogate" and left me stranded in the storm while he drove her home.
When I nearly miscarried from the cold, he didn't care.
Instead, he forced me to sign a brutal agreement to give up my baby after birth.
Later, to protect his mistress's friends, he framed me for a thirty-million-dollar embezzlement at his company.
He even smashed a heavy steel binder into my head, leaving me bleeding, just to defend her fake tears.
"Keep your disgusting charity. With this blow, the five years I gave you are paid in full."
I looked at the cheap pearls his mistress threw at me in mock pity.
I had swallowed every insult for five years, only to realize he just wanted a docile, pathetic shadow.
Wiping the blood from my face, I calmly walked out of his skyscraper.
I called my billionaire brother and accepted the top Wall Street executive job I had deferred.
It was time for the Scott family heiress to take her life back. His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen
Fantasy After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk.
He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever.
"Consider your connection to this house severed."
He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride.
We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts.
Even Damien Carlisle, the supreme pureblood commander of the magic council, looked at me through the rain with arrogant, dismissive pity. To him, I was just a pathetic, broke teenage mother dragging an illegitimate child through the mud.
They all thought I was a helpless stray, a nobody they could easily crush with their endless wealth and elite status.
They had no idea that I was "Silent," the ruthless, undefeated duelist of the underground rings.
And they certainly didn't know I was the legendary "Saint Hand"—the exact master alchemist that Commander Carlisle was currently tearing the city apart to find to save his dying grandmother.
I shoved the pouch of blood money back across the desk, took my little brother's hand, and walked out of the manor without looking back.
If the high purebloods wanted to play games with our lives, I would gladly bankrupt them all. Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha
Werewolf After being publicly rejected by my intended mate and abandoned by my own father, I got drunk and slept with a stranger.
I thought he was just a Rogue for hire, a nameless body to help me forget the humiliation.
But when I saw the black wolf sigil on his phone the next morning, my blood ran cold.
He was Barron Winters, the legendary Lycan King, and my best friend's terrifying uncle.
Desperate to escape, I tried to insult him by sending a $5,000 payoff note, treating him like a cheap gig.
But my father froze my trust fund, and my emergency work advance was mysteriously denied.
I had no money and nowhere to run.
Then, the new CEO of my company was announced.
It was him.
He cornered me in his massive office, his suffocating Alpha scent wrapping around me.
I panicked, begged, and used every modern excuse to push him away, claiming it was just a meaningless mistake.
But he simply took off his shirt, revealing the deep, angry scratches I had left on his back.
Marks that only a fated mate could ever inflict on an ancient Lycan.
"I need a Luna."
His possessive gaze locked onto me, stripping away all my defenses.
Using the oldest, most absolute werewolf laws, the tyrant king gave me an ultimatum.
Accept my destiny and move into his estate, or he would claim and mark me right there in the office. I Accidentally Flash‑Married the World's Richest Man
Billionaires Dumped by my boyfriend for a wealthy heiress and left with exactly $217 in my bank account, I couldn't afford the government's new mandatory Celibacy Tax.
With no other choice, I entered the federal partner lottery, only to be matched with Dane Beaumont-the country's most ruthless, anti-marriage billionaire.
I desperately tried to annul the match, but his legal team cornered me.
They threatened to cut off my dying father's life-saving dialysis and kidney transplant channel if I didn't comply.
Forced to accept a one-year sham marriage, I was cornered at a gas station by my ex and his new heiress wife, who publicly mocked me in the freezing rain for being a pathetic gold-digger.
"Look at you," my ex sneered. "Like a drowned rat. I'm honestly embarrassed for you."
But before the humiliation could completely break me, a warm suit jacket smelling of winter pine was draped over my shivering shoulders.
Dane Beaumont, the cold-blooded titan who was supposed to despise this forced union, swept me into his arms and carried me to his hypercar, leaving my ex utterly paralyzed with shock.
I didn't understand. Why did this terrifying man, who had the power to send me to federal prison rather than marry a nobody, suddenly choose to protect me?
Sitting in my new gilded cage at the Beaumont estate, I looked at the ironclad contract that bound us.
I calmly opened an encrypted app and messaged my agent.
It was time to wake up my hidden identity as the genius composer "Dusk" and tear down the heiress who thought she had ruined my life.
It is a story between vampires and mermaids. Escaping My Possessive Billionaire Ex-Husband
Modern I went to a luxury hotel for a blind date, hoping to finally move on from my past.
But I opened the wrong door and stumbled right into my billionaire ex-husband, Damarcus.
He was sitting in the dim suite with a beautiful socialite, watching me freeze like a beggar in my cheap dress.
I fled, but he cornered me in the hallway restroom.
He coldly mocked my family's crushing debt and implied I was selling myself to my date.
I thought the humiliation was over, so I threw myself into my demanding corporate job to pay for my sick mother's care.
The next night, my boss, Felix, took me to a high-stakes dinner with a major client.
But Damarcus showed up there too.
He walked right into our private room, dominating the space, and deliberately sabotaged me.
He raised his glass and loudly toasted to my resilience, twisting the truth to make my boss think we were having a secret, scandalous affair.
He wanted to destroy my reputation and strip away the only lifeline I had left.
He had already ruined my life once, leaving me with nothing. Why was he hunting me down just to play these cruel games?
I sat in my dark apartment, waiting in terror for Felix to fire me.
Instead, my phone rang.
"I believe you. I know what kind of man he is."
Hearing my boss say those words, my fear finally burned into rage. This time, I wasn't going to run. A Billion-Dollar Mix-Up: Pregnant With The Mysterious CEO's Baby
Modern After the crash erased any hope of recovery, Vivian chose IVF to honor her fiancé's wish to have a child.
A mistake during the procedure changed everything, and the baby turned out to belong to William, a billionaire known more for mystery than presence.
Faced with the fallout, William offered her a hundred million dollar contract. "Carry the child to term, and the money will be yours."
At first, Vivian refused because she believed her dignity could not be bought. That resolve collapsed when she saw her fiancé, barely out of the ICU, entwined with her stepsister.
Crushed by betrayal, she signed the contract and married William.
The public mocked her choice and claimed she had married nothing more than a pretty face.
Time proved them wrong. Doctors later praised her work for reshaping medical research. Among hackers, her code became legend. On an international stage, Vivian's brilliance held an entire forum in awe.
Amid the stunned crowd, William stepped forward and wrapped her in a gentle embrace before kissing her softly. "Have you enjoyed yourself enough? It's time for us to go home."
The audience erupted in disbelief.
Meanwhile, the man who once scorned her now begged for another chance. Inferno Heiress: Freed From Hell To Reclaim My Empire
Modern Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell-an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death.
Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold.
The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return.
Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her.
Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her.
Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed-piece by piece.
When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch."
Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision.
Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours."
Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first."
High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first.
The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance-And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell... and him. I Let Her Go, Now She's Unattainable
Modern To repay a debt, Elliana hid her real abilities and married into a powerful family, quietly helping her husband conquer the business world.
Three years later, he coldly announced, "She's back. We're getting divorced."
Elliana dropped the act. No longer willing to pretend, she stepped out as a legendary healer, a supermodel, the head of a global conglomerate, a top luxury designer, and a master restorer.
Her ex begged for forgiveness, but Elliana never looked back-she chose his far more impressive uncle instead. "You're just not worth it." You might like
Rejected by My Family, Claimed by the Galactic Commander
EVA PINK I woke up to the stench of rust and rotting flesh, no longer a master botanist who commanded life itself, but a D-class exile dumped on a wasteland planet.
Memories that weren't mine flooded in. I was framed by my stepsister, betrayed by my fiancé, and banished by my own family to the Ashfall Peninsula to die.
The original girl actually starved to death in despair. The moment I opened my eyes, a scavenger tried to smash my skull with a rusty pipe just to eat me. After I killed him to survive, I discovered a harsher truth: in this universe, plant seeds are classified as A-level strategic resources, completely monopolized by the Imperium.
But the universe had a sick sense of humor. A mandatory background scan suddenly triggered a galactic broadcast: I, the exiled trash, was a perfect genetic match for the Imperium's top war hero, General Alexander Orr.
The family that ruthlessly erased my existence instantly saw me as a golden ticket. My cheating ex-fiancé was dispatched to drag me back, furious that his "property" was matched with someone else. They all thought I was still that weak, naive girl they could manipulate.
But as I held the pure, glowing Life Source Crystals I had secretly extracted from the scrap heap, a cold smile crept onto my face.
"I didn't come here to die. I came here to build an empire."
I turned my back on the galactic broadcast and stepped into the deadly wilderness. Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King
Catlaina Sloggett I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family.
But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie.
Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake.
Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim.
The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing—that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire.
My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness.
When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office.
I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing.
I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me?
For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve.
I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself.
I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows.
"Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together." Apocalypse: Rebirth With An Infinite Storage System
BLUE_WAVY_ In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died... betrayed by the very people she trusted most.
She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband.
With her last breath, Ivy made a vow.
If she could turn back time...she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters.
This time, she would stand at the top.
When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby....
Twenty days before the apocalypse.
Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on.
While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time...
Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters.
In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter.
With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world.
Because this time...she wasn't just going to survive the apocalypse.
She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters. Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother
Zhao Da My engagement to Kile, the heir of House Golden, was witnessed by the Duke himself. I thought my days as a helpless orphan were over.
But right before our wedding, he coldly informed me that my status was being revoked. I was to enter his family as a lesser consort.
The title of primary wife was being given to his lover, Journey. She hid behind Kile, wearing a spotless white dress and trembling like a fragile lotus.
"Cassie, please don't blame him, I can live without a title," she cried, playing the perfect victim.
Kile shielded her, glaring at me with pure disgust, shouting that I was being completely unreasonable.
The next day, the entire Elder Council cornered me in their grand hall. They told me that as a "Dragonless" nobody, I should be immensely grateful for any scrap they threw my way.
They all stared at me, waiting for me to swallow my pride and accept a lifetime of humiliation.
They thought I was entirely broken. They thought I had no backing and no choice but to bow down to their cruelty.
Instead, I looked straight at the Chief Elder and smiled.
"I refuse to be a lesser consort," I announced clearly, watching Kile's smug expression freeze. "But to preserve our families' dignity, I will fulfill the contract."
I looked right into Kile's shocked eyes.
"I will marry your dead older brother, Lord Ayden." Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands
Yuan Xiluo I died in the apocalypse, only to wake up as Kenzie Banks, a bankrupt high-society monster in an interstellar beast-world.
But before I could even process my new reality, a cold AI voice informed me of my impending death.
"Your contract beast-husbands possess the legal right to execute you at the end of the two-month trial period."
I rushed to the basement and saw the horrific truth. The original Kenzie had starved them, whipped them with thermal blades, sent their brothers to die as cannon fodder, and framed the youngest to rot in a maximum-security prison.
Now, these lethal, broken men were methodically planning to rip my organs out the second the contract dissolved. To make matters worse, she had squandered her fortune on a man who despised her, leaving me two million credits in debt and facing imminent exile to the deadly wastelands.
I had survived rotting zombies on Earth, only to be trapped in a weak, universally hated body, doomed to be butchered by the very people I was supposed to call family. Why did I have to pay the ultimate price for a psychotic woman's deadly sins?
I refused to just sit around and wait for my execution.
Tapping into my apocalyptic subspace inventory, I hauled out military-grade rations, healed their bleeding wounds, and slammed a legally binding divorce contract on the table.
If I wanted to survive this sixty-day countdown, I had to turn my executioners into my loyal allies-starting with breaking the husband she framed out of prison. Enchantress System: Five Beasts, One Goddess
Silvershade Riven After dying from overwork, Rena woke in a werecreature world as its weakest female.
Instead of accepting a pampered life, she chose battle and bonded with the Enchantress System, which rewarded her for winning males' favor.
Soon, she was matched with five elite males: a stoic commander, a gentle healer, a cunning tycoon, an aloof scientist, and an underworld king.
But while others chased romance, Rena built an empire and rose from F-rank weakling to SSS-rank war goddess.
Then the males she was meant to charm started chasing her instead.
"So, what are we to you?" they asked eagerly.
Rena shrugged. "Just friends, babes." 
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