Give My Position As Dragon Queen To My Sister

Josie Watson asked for a divorce for the ninety-ninth time, but Laurence Andrews took a call from his first love and told her to get out of the car. "Go home and think it over. I hope this is the last time you make a fuss," he said. For Rosalie Harris, he abandoned Josie repeatedly, humiliating her. Laurence believed Josie couldn't survive without him. He didn't know Rosalie's brother was secretly encouraging Josie to divorce and leave the country.

Three days before the wedding, Eliana discovered that her boyfriend of three years had been secretly planning a wedding with his childhood sweetheart. "Erin has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Her greatest wish is to be my wife while she can still remember. We'll cancel our wedding. Once she forgets me completely, I'll come back and marry you." Upon learning the truth, Eliana remained composed, refusing to shed tears or cause a commotion. She dialed a number she hadn't contacted in three years. "Brother, I agree to the arranged marriage with the Barton family, to wed that emotionally distant heir. In three days, make sure he appear in the wedding."

Sophie Wilson loved Daniel Carter for a lifetime. As she neared the end, Daniel held her hand, tears streaming down his face. She thought it would be a final confession of love. But then Daniel sighed, "Sophie, being your husband this lifetime was exhausting. I just want to live with Lily in Seaside Village as a plain fisher." In that moment, Sophie forgot how to breathe. The Lily he spoke of was the fisherwoman who found him years ago in Seaside Village. She lied, claiming to be his wife, and kept him hidden, living as a couple. When Sophie found him, Daniel, who had lived in poverty for so long, remembered everything. He didn't spare Lily Harvey a glance and returned with Sophie to the Carter family. He gave her a grand wedding, promising to stay by her side forever. But now, as Sophie lay dying, her husband told her he regretted it.

I had been married to George Norris for ten years. To everyone, we were a perfect couple. But everything changed after my beloved Timothy, Timothy Mills, suddenly passed away after he underwent a successful surgery. I was sad, but at the same time, I realized something was amiss. To quell my suspicion, I reviewed the hospital room's surveillance footage the night he passed away. In the footage, Timothy had rung the bell for help three times, but George ignored it. Instead, he made out with an intern nurse in the treatment room. He said to the nurse, "Don't worry, he won't survive tonight." In that moment, my decade-long love and trust were shattered completely. I wiped away my tears and dialed my grandfather's number, which I hadn't called in ten years. "Karl, ten years have passed, and it's time to end our agreement."

On our wedding anniversary, my husband ditched me once again for his buddies. I decided to surprise him with some fine wine and gourmet food, only to find a woman in a bikini sitting on his lap. His hand was resting gently on her waist, caressing it. Suddenly, I heard the woman say, "We're all men here, honestly, I can't stand women who constantly nag about anniversaries. Darin always leaves his wife to join us on holidays. Let's raise a glass to him!" "To Darin!" they all cheered. With a smile, I pushed the door open and said, "What a coincidence, darling, I'll toast to you too."

In my previous life, my sister and I discovered two eggs. From one, my sister hatched an ice serpent, while I brought forth a fiery phoenix. My sister, however, took away the phoenix I had nurtured, not foreseeing the impending catastrophic heatwave apocalypse. As fate would have it, she was consumed by the relentless heat. Before her demise, she manipulated my ice serpent husband into murdering me. Unexpectedly, we were both reborn on the day the two eggs were to hatch. This time, my sister claimed the ice serpent for herself, believing it would comfortably carry her through the heat apocalypse. Little did she know, the ice serpent needed fresh blood every day to maintain its strength.

"Where do you think you're going, huh? You're mine now, Little Mouse. Get back in the house!" Vincenzo's voice boomed, sending chills down Victoria's spine as her world seemed to crumble. Victoria Washington was shattered-betrayed by her boyfriend who dumped her the day before his wedding, to her sister. She was left humiliated, mocked by everyone. But fate had other plans for her. She's broken, he's lost. She's full of fear, and he's the monster. Yet, somehow, he's her light while he remains in darkness. Vincenzo Dante will stop at nothing to tarnish his family's name for forcing him into a marriage he never wanted. But what he doesn't realize is that his new wife is stronger than she seems-too broken to bend under his cruelty. But when love begins to bloom, and secrets start to unfold, what will happen next?

There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"

He saved her. He was her fated mate. Her king and her protector. Until a single ritual shattered everything. Now she's a Lycan queen with no memory of loving him... And all she feels is hatred. Will his obsession bring her back... or destroy them both?

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

Everyone in town knew Amelia had chased Jaxton for years, even etching his initials on her skin. When malicious rumors swarmed, he merely straightened his cuff links and ordered her to kneel before the woman he truly loved. Seething with realization, she slammed her engagement ring down on his desk and walked away. Not long after, she whispered "I do" to a billionaire, their wedding post crashing every feed. Panic cracked Jaxton. "She's using you to spite me," he spat. The billionaire just smiled. "Being her sword is my honor."