They thought she was lost. They were wrong. At twelve, Arielle survives on instinct, silence, and strength sharpened by pain. When violence finally puts her in the system's spotlight, the family that buried her is forced to face the truth-she was never weak, never broken, and never waiting to be rescued. This is not a story about saving a girl. It's about a girl who survived-and a family that must learn how to deserve her.

Ira Sharma has spent her life believing she was never meant to be seen. At twenty-five, she is a brilliant architect and professor, the silent force behind ARC Institute-an institution she owns but never claims publicly. Insecure about her appearance and uncertain of her presence, Ira chooses invisibility over authority, silence over recognition. She leads from the shadows, convinced that softness and strength cannot coexist. Reyansh Malhotra is twenty-seven and already the CEO and Chairman of Malhotra Industries. Distinct, disciplined, and precise, he speaks only when necessary and commands respect without demanding it. Love, to him, is rare-earned, not assumed. Not scarred by heartbreak but shaped by observation, Reyansh learned early that emotions without depth are temporary, and attachments without intention are fragile, he knows it not by experience but by observation. They are each other's first, there is no misunderstanding, no family drama, this is just a sweet love story between them. Let's see how their journey moves from neighbors to friends, from an unexpected marriage to a love neither of them planned-but both chose.

She heals lives by day. he destroys enemies by night. He rules the underworld with blood and silence. Isha Malhotra and Vikrant Oberoi are two broken souls shaped by betrayal, loss, and power. She is a heartless doctor with a dangerous secret. He is a ruthless mafia who believes trust is a myth. Forced into an arranged marriage bound by their families' past, neither of them wants this union. They enter the marriage with cold hearts and deadly secrets. But when enemies rise, past betrayals resurface, and truths threaten to destroy everything, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. What happens when a hacker who fears love marries a man who doesn't believe in it? Will their marriage become their greatest weapon... or their ultimate downfall? A mafia romance filled with secrets, power, betrayal, and slow-burn love.

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

•STORY NOT MINE •DO NOT VOTE AUTHOR: 雲朵還是花 ASSOCIATED NAMES: 穿成男主回豪門前甩他的前女友 CHINESE WEBSITE: https://www.xbanxia.cc/books/410761.html [Romance + Slow and Steady Love] Fang Xihe opened her eyes-and realized she was in the body of the male lead's ex-girlfriend. A supporting character in a novel where a woman chased her husband. She had been cruel-rejecting him for being poor, toying with his feelings, humiliating him, dumping him, and marrying a rich second-generation heir. Soon after, the male lead was accepted back by his wealthy family, rising to Beijing's elite. There, he met the angelic female lead, who healed the wounds his ex had left. Meanwhile, the ex suffered domestic abuse despite her rich marriage. Later, she returned, clinging to the male lead, stirring chaos, and breaking the female lead's heart. Eventually, she was captured-and accidentally killed by her wealthy husband. --- And now, Fang Xihe's story began at the most critical moment: the male lead was proposing. She froze for a heartbeat-and said yes. The man before her was a prince of Beijing's elite, with immense wealth. Even a sliver of it would grant her freedom. She dreamed of becoming a rich heiress. Soon, the powerful patriarch flooded her with money, demanding she leave the male lead. At the same time, the male lead met his true love, showered her with gifts, and asked for a divorce. Then the patriarch arrived in person, handing her a blank check. "Fill in any amount-as long as you divorce Chen Zhou." Fang Xihe's mind raced. One hundred million? One billion? Before she could decide, a man stormed in, tearing the checkbook to shreds. "Don't insult my wife with money!"

King Nikolai Volkov - the feared King of Russia, cold-hearted, powerful, and impossible to read. Queen Anaya Volkov - born in India, married into the Russian throne, once gentle, loving, and desperate for her husband's affection. In her first life, Anaya gave him everything. Her loyalty. Her heart. Her love. Yet as Queen of Russia, she was never truly treated like one. Ignored by her husband, disrespected by the court, and left alone in a palace full of whispers, Anaya spent her days longing for a love that was never returned. Until the loneliness, betrayal, and heartbreak finally led to her death. But fate was not done with her. Anaya opens her eyes once again in the same royal era, in the same palace, at the beginning of the life that once destroyed her. This time, she remembers everything. And this time, she does not care. The woman who once begged for love is gone. Now she is cold, distant, and untouchable. She no longer waits for the king. No longer seeks his attention. No longer loves him. And that is exactly when everything changes. The same husband who once ignored her now cannot take his eyes off her. King Nikolai's gaze follows her through every corridor. His voice softens only for her. His possessiveness grows darker with every passing day. The queen he once forgot has now become the only woman he wants. Obsessed, protective, and dangerously devoted, the king is determined to claim the heart of the wife who no longer belongs to him. But can a love born from obsession heal the wounds of a past life... or will it destroy her once again?

"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"

Ophelia Masters can't seem to get this love thing correct. She wants a normal man, but they are so mind-numbingly boring, that she's given up on them, too. Then along comes Ian Fisk...a sexy-as-sin, blind artist that wants nothing more than to sweep Ophelia off her feet...and into his bed. She struggles with his attention, and he refuses to back down. Blindness isn't always a handicap, unless you decide not to see.

"How do we know if we are doing things the right way? I wanted to learn everything about intimacy so I can please you in every possible way. I even wondered about how long a man usually lasts. I want to explore everything with you. And if there's something you want me to do, tell me. I don't want this to be just about me asking for what I want. I want it to be about us." "Oh my God, are you carrying me? Please put me down. I don't want you to strain your back because of my weight." *************************************** Aakash never believed in love. He is reserved, introverted and carry a past he never speaks about. He enters marriage not with hope but with obligation. To him, it's just another responsibility he wished to carry out. Meenakshi enters the same marriage carrying a different battle. She is curvy, soft-hearted and full of warmth but weighed down by years of insecurity. She has learned to smile through judgment, to laugh through whispers and to expect less than she deserves. An arranged marriage ties them together. He is a man of silence. She learns to see his care hidden within it. But is silent care enough for a lifetime together? What begins as two strangers under one roof slowly turns into something neither of them expected in the quiet moments, in accidental touches, in shared meals, in silent protection and in unspoken understanding. This is not a loud love story. It is a slow one. When a broken man and an insecure woman choose to stand by each other, the healing turns into perfection and a love slowly becomes obsession. A story of curves, scars, healing and a love that learns to stay.

Isabella learned too late that love is the most dangerous currency of all. As Queen of Mayhern, she ruled through restraint, not fear choosing compromise over conquest, mercy over suspicion. Every alliance cost her something. Every promise demanded a sacrifice. She gave until there was nothing left but the crown and the quiet ache of everything she had denied herself. The betrayal came from the hands that touched her daily. Those she trusted most sold her death as necessity, wrapped in loyalty and whispered justifications. Isabella was erased carefully, efficiently her blood spilled not in war, but in silence. Her crown passed on before her body was cold. She dies believing love made her weak. Death returns her broken and changed. Isabella rises bound to power that does not forgive and does not forget. The woman who believed in peace is gone, replaced by something sharpened by rage, grief, and the memory of betrayal burned into her bones. She no longer seeks mercy. She seeks control. And then there is him. A man who should have been her enemy. Dangerous. Unyielding. Everything she was taught to fear. He stands at the edge of her revenge, tied to her fate by blood, power, and a truth she is not ready to face. He does not ask for her trust. He does not offer redemption. He offers understanding the kind forged through shared darkness. As Isabella dismantles the lies built over her grave, she finds herself drawn to the one man capable of matching her fury and surviving her wrath. Loving him would be reckless. Trusting him could destroy what remains of her. But some bonds are born in ruin.