monster duke's daughter

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

My wife, a doctor, treated our daughter like a walking blood bank. When our daughter passed away, she took it even further. She transplanted her corneas into her old flame’s son. Before our daughter’s body was even cold, she was out having dinner with her ex and his son. They were celebrating that the boy could see again. She even went so far as to secretly burn our daughter’s body to get rid of any evidence. By the time I got there, all I saw was my daughter's ashes being swallowed up by the flames. I told her I wanted a divorce. She just sneered, “It’s only a daughter. Are you really going to divorce me over this?” But later, she was down on her knees, begging me not to leave her.

Falling from a bridge and drowned, Gu Qiang traveled into the future and saw that her future-self was pierced by an arrow, shot by the man she loved the most.She became an Empress, but her son was murdered and her family was exterminated. They couldn’t die in peace!When she woke up from what seemed like a vivid dream that foretold the future, she swore to change her fate!To reverse the course of events, she fought against her hypocrite sister and the cunning Emperor. Nothing could stand in her way! Will she succeed in rewriting the story of her life, or will she succumb to fate and experience the same tragedy again?

Di tengah kemewahan kehidupan bangsawan, Lady Cleo Austin dijodohkan dengan Duke Muda Sander Dorian, seorang bangsawan yang dihormati dan sahabat dekat Pangeran Mahkota Alden. Pernikahan mereka tampak sempurna, namun ada rahasia yang tersembunyi: Pangeran Alden diam-diam mencintai Lady Cleo. Di sisi lain, Putri Mahkota Zelda, istri Pangeran Alden, juga menyimpan rasa cemburu yang mendalam terhadap Lady Cleo. Desakan keluarga dan tekanan politik membuat Zelda merencanakan balas dendam keji yang mengancam kebahagiaan Lady Cleo dan Duke Muda Sander. Ketika sebuah skandal memalukan terjadi di Dorian Manor, kehidupan Cleo dan Sander terbalik. Skandal itu melibatkan seorang pelayan yang mengaku hamil anak Duke Muda Sander. Lady Cleo yang patah hati harus berhadapan dengan pilihan sulit: mempertahankan pernikahannya atau membiarkan diri hancur oleh intrik politik yang lebih dalam daripada yang ia bayangkan.

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

Mendapat perhatian dari Duke bukanlah suatu harapan yang muncul dalam benak seorang pelayan. Rosemary sama sekali tidak pernah memimpikan hal tersebut. Namun kenyataannya, Williams Russell, Duke of Wellington berhasil membuatnya kepanasan. Bukannya dia tidak tahu skandal sang Duke di kalangan bangsawan. Sebagian besar wanita bersedia menaikkan roknya dan menaiki tempat tidur pria itu. Haruskah dia akan menjadi salah satu wanita tersebut? Atau dia memiliki takdir lain yang menantinya.

After her father died, Regina got sick and had to stay in a hospital for commoners, even though she was the daughter of a count. Instead of getting better, she got worse and almost died. Her stepmother, half-sister, and husband told her a shocking secret, and she died with a grudge. When she woke up, she was back a few years before her father and herself died. Regina wanted to save her father and herself, so she asked the famous Grand Duke for help. Will she get revenge and save her father?

The Cinderella story never ends about a wicked step mom and her daughter who takes over the mansion and maltreats the husband's daughter. In the case of Roxanna Roland, she's more like the unfortunate Cinderella who never got to meet a prince at midnight. About to be wedded to a man who is in love with her sister and at the same time, pregnant for a complete stranger with no identity or a face to him. A daughter from a wealthy home how can she face the shame and disgrace she unleashed upon herself. Who is the father of her child? Will she ever find him? What if she finds him, will he accept her child?

When someone needs an enormous amount of money, what can they do to get it? Sell a kidney? (Yeah, that's an appropriate option) However, I became a game tester. All I have to do is to make sure that the main character and male lead will reach their happy ending. Sweet! Easy Money! What if the game was harder than I thought? And what's this hidden task?! Do I really have to reach my own happy ending too?!

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.