Revenge x Fake Indentity x Romance Lettie is a fraud. She is in fact the daughter of a mistress. She was about to be sold off to the brothel when the Duke showed up. The son of her mother's last patron surprisingly offered her a helping hand. He offered her a job. To pretend to be his sister, Scarlett. She only has one mission, to find out the truth behind the death of his sister and revenge for her. Updates on Monday & Wednesday. I have already completed writing the story, so don't worry about me running off mid-story! Start reading if you are interested!

The villainess who has reborn five times just wants to rest in peace. I am Odette, I was once an heiress who had it all, be it money, status or fiance. When my perfect stepsister appeared, I realized I was just a villain in this story. I, being the evil stepsister, was of course killed off halfway through the story. When I opened my eyes again I was reborn, but no matter what I did, I died in the end. Having experienced burning on a stake, the guillotine, hanging and stabbing to death, all I wanted now was to die normally after a normal life. Please let me rest in peace!

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

He saw her from afar. same seat, same book, and the same quite stillness like she didn't belong there. They never spoke to each other yet but the air around them knew something they didn't. Things did not change, it was a distinct loop. The behavior. The actions. The sacrifices...and even their forbidden Love refused to waver. It was eerily untouched by time. -X - - - - - X- Many said they never existed, they were just a mere dream. However, the traces she left behind are too vivid to deny her existence. The evidences he holds refuses to let her fade into one. They never imagined even in their nightmares, that the truth would be far worse than a dream. The Past was still Alive. -X-----X- This is a mere novel by me which has nothing to do with the real life artists and the entire characters and storyline is purely based on imagination 🚫PLAGIARISM IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED 🚫 By your chaos filled delusional writer -ZERENE JOSHEE.