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Here's the translation of your text into English: --- Andrew became the top scholar of the nation, and immediately turned his back on me, becoming Krista's subordinate. Krista, jealous of Andrew's lingering feelings for me, forced me to become a prostitute in front of everyone. The countless stares and curses from the crowd made me lose all hope of living. Just as I was about to end my own life, a beggar reached out to me. "Don't seek death; I want you," he said. He draped his tattered robe over me and took me away. Krista sat high on her platform, laughing mockingly: "A bitch is well-suited for a beggar; a match made in heaven." The beggar held me tighter and whispered, "Next time we return, take their heads as your bride price..." I thought this was just empty comfort, but to my surprise, he donned silver armor and led an army of 150,000 to come and fight... --- Let me know if you need any further assistance!
Chapter 1
The cobblestone was cold, and my clothes had been torn to shreds by four men. I clung desperately to the remaining fabric, curling up to prevent them from ripping away my last shred of dignity.
A crowd had gathered around me, watching my humiliation with eager eyes and discussing it with relish.
"I heard she used to be the top performer at Moonview, insisting she would only perform, not sell her body."
"Look at that figure, much more alluring than any courtesan."
"This Laura is truly a beauty. If she hadn't offended Krista, with her prideful nature, we wouldn't have the pleasure of this spectacle today."
"Poor Laura. She worked as a performing artist to support Andrew's studies, but once he became the top scholar of the nation, he turned his back on her and climbed up to the princess..."
"Are you crazy? How dare you say that!" someone nearby whispered urgently.
"Her skin is so fair. If I could just touch it, it would be heavenly."
"And that slender waist, I heard dancers are very flexible, they can do any position."
The lewd comments pierced me like daggers. The crowd's heads bobbed in front of me, some laughing obscenely, others pointing at me, watching my torment as if it were a show.
Yes, death. I wished for death more than anything.
Death would be a release.
Death would turn me into a vengeful spirit, seeking retribution from Andrew and that woman.
I forced my head up, glaring at Krista and Andrew sitting on the high platform.
Krista's lips curled into a smile as she teasingly touched Andrew's face. Andrew, with his eyes closed, trembled uncontrollably.
"Andrew, if she becomes a woman everyone can mistreat, you won't think of her anymore, will you?"
"She's been seen by thousands now. Who would want her in the future?"
Andrew's hands were bloodied from clenching them so tightly. He crawled on his knees to Krista, pressing his forehead to her feet. "My heart belongs only to Princess Krista. I have never loved that woman, not even a little. Please believe me, Your Highness!"
His voice was loud, as if he wanted everyone to hear his declaration.
He said he never loved me, not even a little.
So it was all a lie.
I entered the brothel and became a performing artist to support his studies.
I refused to become a courtesan, remaining chaste for him.
I rehearsed tirelessly every day, never slacking off.
I believed his tender promises: if he became the top scholar, he would marry me.
He exploited my every effort, crushed my bones, and climbed to the top, becoming the top scholar.
Then he discarded me like trash, becoming a servant under Krista's skirt!
And now, he humiliates me like this!
He makes me a laughingstock for thousands!
How can I face the world after this? How can I live with any dignity?
The faces and pointing fingers around me were like judges sentencing me to death.
I closed my eyes, slightly opening my mouth, and bit down on my tongue.
Just a bit more determination, and I would be free.
A bit more, and all the shame would be gone.
Just as I was about to bite down, a wine jar shattered in front of me.
The men tearing at my clothes were hit by the jar, blood streaming from their heads as they crouched on the ground, wailing.
I sat up, curling into myself, and saw a beggar pushing through the crowd, staggering towards me as if drunk.
His hair was disheveled, and he reeked of alcohol. A vicious scar ran down the corner of his eye, giving him a menacing look.
He turned his back to the crowd, his clear eyes fixed on me, and extended a rough but clean hand. His voice was hoarse, "Don't seek death. I want you."
I looked at the hand reaching out to me and could no longer hold back my sobs.
Everyone around wanted me dead, but only he pulled me from the mire, wanting me to live.
He took off his long robe, and with a swift motion, wrapped me securely in his patched robe.
I clung to his strong arm, treating him as my only lifeline in this world.
As long as he could take me away from this endless humiliation, I would repay him with my life, without regret.
He glanced at the high platform, his eyes filled with boundless hatred. He turned and walked away with me in his arms.
Krista clapped her hands and laughed, "A fallen woman and a beggar, a perfect match."
He paused, sensing my body stiffen.
He lowered his head, gently rubbing his chin against the top of my head, comforting me like a small animal.
He whispered in my ear, "Next time I come back, I'll bring their heads as a wedding gift. How about that?"
I covered my eyes, but the suppressed sobs still escaped.
He sighed softly, as if heartbroken. But when he lifted his head, his gaze was murderous. The crowd instinctively made way for him. He carried me steadily, leaving without hesitation.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!