Note: The english and extended version. Veronica, the Duchess of Audovera, was renowned as the most breathtaking woman in the kingdom, but her beauty was matched only by her reputation for arrogance and indulgence. Her life had always been one of luxury and excess-until the day her husband, the Duke, left for war. It was then, amidst the emptiness of their grand estate, that something within her stirred. Memories of another life flooded her mind, revealing a shocking truth: she had reincarnated into the body of the villainess from a fantasy-romance novel she once read. The plot was clear, and her fate was sealed. Her husband, the Duke-the novel's male protagonist-would soon fall in love with the saintess he met during the war. Upon his return, he would demand a divorce, casting Veronica aside. But the story didn't stop there. Left to stew in her bitterness, the villainess would meet a tragic end at his hands. But this Veronica was different. Armed with knowledge of the story's events, she resolved to take a different path. She would play her role with grace, sign the divorce papers without a fight, and step out of the limelight. Peace, freedom, and a quiet life were her new goals. Three years passed. The war ended, and the Duke returned. Veronica, prepared for her fate, was ready with her pen poised over the divorce papers. Yet, to her growing confusion, the Duke didn't say a word about separation. His eyes, once cold and distant, now lingered on her with an intensity she didn't recognize. "Why hasn't he asked for a divorce?" she wondered, her perfectly laid plans beginning to crumble. As she grapples with her husband's inexplicable behavior, Veronica must navigate a new and unpredictable future. Can she successfully avoid the villainess's doomed path, or is she destined to play a different role altogether?

I've been reincarnated into the very web novel I used to mock endlessly with my friends-and even in the comment sections. Who could blame me? It was the epitome of clichés: a forced marriage, endless misunderstandings between husband and wife, suffocating angst, the heroine's dramatic escape, and the inescapable regret of the so-called male lead. Predictable, frustrating, and utterly tiresome. Yet here I am, inhabiting the role of that very heroine in 'Husband Is Regretting.' My first priority? Divorce the walking red flag I've been shackled to. But for some reason, the more I ignore him, the more fixated he becomes. And if that wasn't confusing enough, a side character who was supposed to appear only once suddenly approaches me with a bold question: "Shall I be your secret lover?" What on earth is going on in this story? Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

Freya grew up as the stain of the dukedom-an unwanted child born from a mistress, ignored by the duchess, despised by servants, and punished for simply existing. Yet she learned to survive with a sharp mind and a quiet, unyielding will. At seven years old, her life changed the moment the First Prince, Sirion, arrived. He was supposed to be her fiancé. He was supposed to be her future. Instead, he became her first betrayal. Humiliated, punished, and cast into darkness because of him, Freya swore one thing: She would never bow her head to the prince again. Years later, when Freya reappears in society-beautiful, unreadable, and no longer the frightened child he remembers-Prince Sirion feels something he never expected- But Freya? She only smiles. "You taught me what cruelty is, Your Highness. Allow me to return the favor.", she thought. A story of revenge, power, and the dangerous dance between love and hatred.

'Maybe a book can help me get distracted?' I entered the bookshop and unsurprisingly no customers aside from me was there. It is 2:00 in the morning.. The stand with a big red sign caught my eyes. I went near it and the title read, "The Love was Found Again". There was a tag in the front that says it was formerly a wattpad story but..where's the author's name? How weird.. I opened the book to see what was it all about. No way.. I-it can't b-be.. Was my Life..Just a novel?! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - DISCLAIMER: THE PICTURES USED AREN'T MINE I JUST GOT THEM FROM PINTEREST SO CREDITS TO THE ARTIST, IF YOU KNOW WHO MADE THEM PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN GIVE THEM CREDITS! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My Fifth Book Ever Date Started: September 27, 2021 Date Ended: May 16, 2025 Copyright Notice: ©2022 Ivory Valentina. All rights reserved.

Inure: (v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful. An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed. ______ I tried on another, a red one this time. I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin. "This one too." I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?" "If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge. I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses." "I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" ______ Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!

I thought I'd wake up as the heroine. You know - soft lighting, a charming CEO fiancé, everyone magically obsessed with me. But nope. I opened my eyes... and I was the side chick. The one everyone hates. The one who gets dumped, dragged online, and discarded before Chapter 10. But here's the thing: I've seen this story before. And I refuse to play by the rules. I've got no system. No cheat codes. Just brains, beauty, and enough attitude to bring the plot to its knees. Watch me glow up, show up, and steal the spotlight - while the so-called main girl watches her script fall apart. This time? I'm not chasing the male lead. I'm making them chase me. Let the real story begin.

They called it an accident. The darkness that devoured her home, the tragedy that took her parents - all wrapped in whispered pity and silent relief. But for the young daughter left behind, it was the beginning of her descent into hell. Adopted by distant relatives who wore kindness like masks, she grew up as little more than a shadow within their house - unloved, unwanted, unseen. Her stepmother's hatred was venomous, her stepsister's laughter cruel. Denied an education, denied affection, she learned to survive on silence and obedience. Then came the Duke - handsome, powerful, the man promised to her stepsister. When his eyes strayed toward the forgotten girl, admiration blooming where disgust should have lived, the family's hatred ignited into something fatal. They killed her quietly, as if snuffing out a candle no one would miss. But death did not take her. She awoke again - in the body of her seven-year-old self, the day after the tragic accident that destroyed her family. Time had folded backward, granting her a cruel gift: memory. This time, she will not weep. This time, she will not kneel. With the knowledge of every betrayal and every grave that waits for her, she will twist fate itself - and turn the game that once destroyed her into her masterpiece.

I have been abused, I have been tortured, I have been mocked, I have been broken down mentally and physically and now I have been rejected. I am falling through a dark and endless abyss trying to climb my way out but failing epically. They say there is always a light at the end of that dark tunnel, well where is my light? Where is my happy ending? All I have is this cruel rejection. __________________ This is not your average cliché rejection story. Warning: possible triggers in this story (Cover made by _MidnightLuna18_, thank you beautiful ❤️)