Here's the translation: "I poured my heart and soul into raising my daughter, only to be seen as controlling her. She accidentally pushed me down the stairs, leading to my death. When I got a second chance at life, I decided I no longer wanted to be a 'good mom.' My daughter took the opportunity to go to her 'good dad,' but after experiencing everything, she realized it wasn't the paradise she had imagined. She returned once again, but I knew her nature was hard to change. She was threatened by her dad to send me to an old man, but I was already prepared. In the end, I sent both her and her 'good dad' to prison."
Raising my daughter through hardship and sacrifice, all I received in return were her complaints.
She said I constantly pressured her and that her father treated her better.
She wanted freedom and refused to be my puppet.
During an argument, she accidentally pushed me down the stairs.
She looked at me coldly, saying, "It'd be better if you died!
Then I could go find Dad!"
Living again, if she thinks her father is better, so be it.
"All you care about is studying!
What else can you do besides forcing me to study all day?"
"You're stuck in a rut, hoping I can become something great?"
"You're nothing like Dad!
Only he truly loves me!
He never forces me to do anything I don't want to!"
The room was a mess, chaos everywhere.
Even her beloved piano was smashed.
My head throbbed as I watched my child scream at me.
"No wonder Dad divorced you. You want to control your own child!
You're nothing compared to family friend Karlee!
She's gentle and caring, unlike you, always nagging!"
My own daughter hurled harsh words at me, each one piercing.
In my past life, I didn't want to give up on her.
I didn't want her father to spoil her or her stepmother to indulge her.
But all I got was enmity with my own child.
This time, I chose silence.
I once thought I neglected her too much.
When she was five, I divorced her father, and the agreed child support never arrived on time.
I juggled two jobs while caring for her education, not wanting her to struggle like I did.
Now I realize she's an ungrateful child.
Unlike before, I didn't try to persuade her.
After she vented, she destroyed the cherished bracelet from my mother.
"I'm going to find Dad!
It's all your fault for keeping me tied to you!
You said a stepmother isn't as good as a real mother, but you're worse than family friend Karlee!"
I was fed up. "Fine, go find your dad."
"Fine, I will!"
She stomped her foot and stormed out.
I crouched down, picking up the shattered bracelet.
"Why should I make myself suffer trying to be a good mom?"
The broken pieces cut my palm, and tears fell.
My mother was so gentle when she was alive.
Like me, she divorced when I was young and raised me alone.
I thought I could raise a child well without a man.
Now I see I was wrong.
No matter how much I gave, an ungrateful child remains ungrateful.
I gave up.
I didn't want to exhaust myself trying to be a good mother.
When my daughter ran out, I didn't chase her.
I cleaned up the house, threw out the mess, and went to rest.
I had work the next day and didn't want to keep torturing myself because of her.
"Give me money!"
When I got home from work, she was sitting on the sofa.
She didn't realize her mistake and demanded money from me.
I ignored her and headed to the kitchen.
"Hey, can't you hear me?
I told you to give me money!"
She blocked my way, full of malice, treating me like an enemy rather than a mother.
"What are you doing?"
She looked at me with hostility. "Are you deaf?
Can't you hear me talking to you?
Working tirelessly at that thankless job all day, have you gone stupid?
How am I supposed to find Dad if you don't give me money?"
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."
"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?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"