I Disappeared After Ninety-Ninth Engagement

Ada survives a terrifying skydiving fall, only to uncover a chilling truth: her fiancé, Julian Veil, sabotaged her equipment. Seeking a confrontation, she discovers Julian also orchestrated a past hit-and-run and multiple near-fatal incidents to avoid their wedding. Bound by a debt to Ada’s mother, Julian feels forced to marry her despite loving someone else. Rather than remain a target in his lethal games, Ada accepts an overseas orchestra position and chooses to vanish forever.

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I woke up in a SVIP suite.

The first thing I saw was Julian. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

He'd brought a small army of doctors and nurses. On the bedside table was a box of my favorite donuts.

It was like nothing had happened. Like we were back before Sheila, before the truth in the hallway.

Before all of it, Julian had been gentle with me, patient. That was how he'd fooled me so many times without me ever noticing.

When I didn't say anything, he picked up a chocolate one and held it to my lips, his expression almost guilty.

"Ada, sweetheart. I drove two hours to your favorite bakery. You need your strength back. Eat."

This was the eldest son of the Veil family, a celebrated musician with the entire industry hanging on his every word.

And he had driven two hours for a donut.

Maybe this was his version of an apology.

I took a bite. The chocolate hadn't even finished melting on my tongue when Julian's expression shifted.

He turned to the men standing along the wall.

"Get the hospital gown off her. Put her in performance wear."

I tried to sit up. "What are you doing? My injuries aren't —"

I might as well have argued with a wall. The two men stripped my gown off without so much as a glance at my face, zipped me into a black dress that didn't fit, and dropped me into a wheelchair.

I didn't find out where we were going until we got there.

It was the dress rehearsal for Sheila's graduation recital.

The musicians accompanying her were top-tier figures in classical music circles, and every single one of them was there as a favor to Julian.

I was a newly registered first-class violinist this year.

Julian shoved the violin into my hand and leaned close to my ear. "Ada, Sheila specifically told me she likes your accompaniment style. This is undoubtedly recognition of you. Play properly for her, and I will forgive you for hurting her in the name of the professor's wife."

Professor's wife?

Hurt her?

I laughed bitterly at myself. He had kept our relationship hidden all the time, as if acknowledging me as his fiancée was something shameful. How could I have done such a thing?

I mocked my own unrequited fondness.

Those donuts were merely a transaction to him.

Fortunately, my visa for the orchestra would arrive in a month.

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Palermo does not forgive. Neither does it forget. When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city. Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named. The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings. The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve. But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart: Guerrero Valenti. The father who abandoned him. The legend whose name alone commands obedience. The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire. And when he comes, Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall. Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood. This is the story of survival. Of fire and steel. Of a mother and her son. Of a father's return. Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI. And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

Action Modern Mystery

7.4

Bought By My Obsessive Billionaire Ex

7.4

Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished. Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey. When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled. In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession. "If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you." My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die. But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career. They thought I would cower. But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.8

Hands of Stone, Heart of Vengeance

9.8

My husband told me I was a bad investment, a legacy asset he was forced to liquidate after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a "Muse," a supermodel whose lies were as polished as the magazine covers she graced. But when her son—the boy Adrian believed was his heir—suffered a sudden allergic reaction, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous chemist who mixed poison to harm an innocent child. My husband, the man whose empire was built on the scents I created, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he declared that if my hands were used for evil, they shouldn't be used at all. He ordered his security team to bring quick-drying industrial cement. "Since you can't control these hands, I will seal them forever," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had my hands encased in stone and had me displayed in the window of our flagship store, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I stood there, the heavy weight crushing my fingers and my soul, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I’d planted in the nursery. And they had no idea that my family controlled the very flowers that kept his empire alive.

Action Modern Romance

9.0

I Killed My Husband

9.0

After her husband supposedly dies of a heart attack, a grieving woman discovers the devastating truth: he faked his demise to claim a 300-million-dollar lottery prize with her best friend. Given a second chance at life, she wakes up on the very day the deception began. This time, she refuses to be a victim. In this gripping mystery, she takes immediate action to turn his lie into a permanent reality by calling the funeral home to arrange his cremation.

Action Modern Mystery

9.0

My Ex Became My Sister-in-Law

9.0

On the day Izabella Dobson learned she was two months pregnant, she was also diagnosed with terminal liver cancer. Sitting in the taxi, the doctor's words echoed in her ears again. "Miss Dobson, your body is weaker than most. An abortion now would accelerate the cancer. You have only three months left. Why not go home and discuss chemotherapy with your family? You're still so young..." Izabella folded the report and slipped it into a hidden compartment in her bag. She let out a soft, bitter laugh. Ever since her father pressured her into a marriage of convenience with Carson's brother, a terminally ill man, for familial obligations, she had lost her family. Her husband had long passed away, and Carson harbored a deep-seated resentment towards her. As revenge, he publicly declared he would marry her stepsister. He was eager to witness her suffering, waiting for her to express regret. Yet, little did he know that on their wedding day, Izabella, frail and serene, lay in her hospital bed with her eyes gently closing. Carson, we can finally release each other from this pain...

Action Modern Romance

9.2

Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse

9.2

After his girlfriend and best friend steal their only vehicle and leave him for dead, a survivor in Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse prepares for the end. However, strange floating text reveals that his betrayers are heading toward a trap, while the comatose woman they abandoned is actually a powerful S-class ability user. Instead of giving up, he rushes to wake this sleeping powerhouse. Now, he must navigate a world of high-level zombies and prepare for the inevitable return of those who betrayed him.

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