Tragic Ending

Everyone said I was Domenico Calvetti's most obedient woman. On our first wedding anniversary, he flirted with a pair of twins at the gambling table. He had lipstick smeared all over his shirt. I smiled and wiped it away with a silk handkerchief, but he swatted my hand aside. "Don't kill the mood." In the third year, the star performer from the club he ran showed up at my door with a gun pressed to my temple, demanding to take my place. Without flinching, I disarmed her using the technique he taught me and disposed of the body myself. Behind me, he held his new lover and laughed softly. "Lucia, you always know what to do." In the fifth year, he blew up the library my father left behind just to make his new flame, Marilena Rossetti, smile. That library was my mother's favorite spot when she was alive, and it held the only photographs of our family of three. The explosion made me the laughingstock of the city. People whispered, "Signora Calvetti can't even protect her own memories." Everyone believed I could never leave the Calvetti family or Domenico, but they forgot how this all started. Back then, he rescued me from my adoptive father and fell in love with me at first sight. He knelt and begged to marry me, swearing he would protect me from blood and pain for the rest of my life. For ten years, I held onto those empty words. At our tenth anniversary party, his hundredth mistress arrived. Alice Russo, fresh out of college, held a glass of red wine and poured it down my gown while Domenico watched. "Signora Calvetti, this dress is so old. Given your position, you should be wearing something better." Everyone at the party waited to see my humiliation. Instead, I lowered my eyes and dialed Domenico's father's number. "Father, the ten-year agreement is over. I won't be Signora Calvetti anymore."

Kylie Cooper was Jonathan Sinclair's lover for three years. After they broke up, she became his executive assistant. Jonathan treated her coldly and mocked her with sarcasm. Kylie said, "You used me as a stand-in before. Now that she's back, please let me go." However, Jonathan was confused. "A stand-in? I've only ever loved you..."

Grote Mendoza, the Alpha of the Valkyrie pack, has an extremely strong libido. Whenever he sees my body, he can't seem to control himself at all. He's very rough with me in bed, resulting in me fainting every time we sleep with each other. "Honey, can you endure this for me one more time?" It's been seven years. This is my 99th time enduring the torturous session with Grote. Because of that, my private part suffers from severe ulceration and infection. I thought Grote loves me, but it turns out that he's just a wolf who suffers from weird fetishes. I thought he'll slowly learn how to be gentle with me for my sake. But when I watch all 99 tapes that he and his mistress, Christine Henson, have recorded of themselves going at it, I finally realize that his gentle side is never meant for me at all. Grote blames me for not being able to be with pup thanks to my private part's condition. He allows Christine to abuse and humiliate me however she wants. In fact, he even beds her before my eyes. He refuses to believe that I will ditch him. All he does is beg me relentlessly for my forgiveness and promise me that I'll be his only Luna. Apparently, having a mistress spices up his bedroom life for him. But Grote repeatedly allows Christine to humiliate me. She forces me to become her slave and keep serving her until she gives birth to her pup. I've been enduring Grote's actions for seven years. All I get is pain and abuse that keeps worsening in return. I don't want to endure the humiliation anymore, even if it means dying right here, right now. I jump into the sea without hesitation, allowing the ice-cold water to swallow me whole. I'm willing to do anything just to escape from Grote's suffocating love that's packaged as abuse… After I die in the sea, Grote completely loses control of himself and keeps looking for me everywhere he goes.

My name is Susan, and I'm the daughter of the Dark Moon Pack's Alpha. Per tradition, I was betrothed to Daniel, the crown prince of South Dania and the future Alpha King, to become his Luna Queen. However, he had been postponing our Marking Ceremony repeatedly, using the excuse that he wanted his coronation first. I thought he was simply being prudent, until I witnessed him proposing to another she-wolf, telling her that she was the one he truly wanted. He was even laughing about the engagement, calling it a necessary tool. Understanding that, I realized that he never formed the mate bond with me because he needed the freedom for adultery and not suffer the pain of backlash in treachery. He wouldn't acknowledge my status, but insisted that I fulfill my spousal obligations nonetheless. He didn't Mark me, while keeping me tangled in his web of lies. I hence decided to disappear in three days under the new moon, when everyone would be waiting to witness our Marking. I wanted to show him that not every wolf was willing to be a tool.

I was the princess sent over by the Werewolf Kingdom for an arranged marriage. I was also meant to be the blood bag of Count Dracula. In my past life, I helped him rule the Bloodsucking Empire. I willingly allowed him to drain my werewolf blood and even risked a dangerous pregnancy by having a baby of mixed bloodline. However, all Dracula did was watch his frail childhood crush dig out the baby from my body to save her life. It was only before I died that I realized he had never loved me. All I was to him was a mobile blood bank. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the Blood Moon Party when I was five months pregnant. Dracula raised the knife with silver blade in his hand. "Be good. All I need is some blood to save Anna." This time, I did not fight back as I did in my previous life. Dracula mistook it for obedience. He had no idea that the Werewolf Princess who had once loved him with her life had become mates with the highly aggressive Alpha King of the Werewolf Kingdom.

**นิยายเรื่องนี้ มีการบรรยายกิจกรรมบนเตียงโดยละเอียด** ดราม่าในบทแรก และจบแบบ happy ending ในตอนท้าย "คะ คุณหมี ปล่อยในเหรอคะ?" "อื้ม ผมเอาออกไม่ทัน" "ทีหลังไม่ทำแบบนี้นะคะ" เธอเอ่ยดุพลางย่นคิ้วอย่างไม่พอใจ ก่อนจะดึงแพนตี้ออกจากหว่างขา "แต่ผมชอบ ผมอยากทำแบบนี้อีก" ------------------------------------------- เรื่องย่อ : ส้มโอ สาวโสดในคืนเปลี่ยวหลังจากเพื่อนสนิทผิดนัด เธอจึงไปนั่งดื่มคนเดียวทั้ง ๆ ที่ตัวเองไม่เคยดื่มแอลกอฮอล์ โดยมีสายตาของชายหนุ่มโต๊ะข้าง ๆ ที่เฝ้ามองเธอด้วยความเป็นห่วง+สนใจ จึงลุกไปนั่งดื่มด้วย ก่อนจะพาเธอไปส่งที่ห้อง แต่เมื่อถามชื่อชายแปลกหน้าเธอกลับโวยวายลั่น เพราะชื่อดันซ้ำกับแฟนเก่าเธอ ส้มโอจึงตัดสินใจทำ ... ในสิ่งที่เธออยากทำมาตลอด

เส้นทางการเป็นจิตแพทย์ของ ‘แสนดี’ เธอตั้งใจเรียนเพื่อใครบางคนที่จากไป เธอหวังว่าจะช่วยรักษาจิตใจที่บอบช้ำของคนไข้ได้ และหนึ่งในคนไข้ที่เธอปฏิเสธที่จะทำการรักษามาตลอดนั่นคือ ‘หมอปืน’ อดีตนายแพทย์ หรือชายคนรักของเพื่อนสนิทผู้ล่วงลับ เขาเสียสติหลังจากที่ ‘ญะญ๋า’ จากทุกคนไปอย่างไม่มีวันหวนคืน “ฉันจะรักษาหมอปืนให้หาย แกไม่ต้องเป็นห่วงนะญะญ๋า...” (ตอนจบแบบเก่า-old ending) เตือนเพิ่มเติม!! : เรื่องนี้เป็นนิยายสะท้อนสังคม เนื้อหาบางช่วงบางตอนค่อนข้างหดหู่ใจ ชวนให้จิตตก นักอ่านท่านใดที่รู้ตัวว่าจิตใจบอบบาง อ่อนไหวง่าย แนะนำให้ข้ามเรื่องนี้ไปเลยนะครับ ด้วยรักและห่วงใย

"เมื่อฉันต้องทะลุเข้าไปในนิยาย ได้เป็นถึงนางเอกของเรื่อง การจะกลับออกไปคือต้องให้นิยายเรื่องนี้จบ แบบ happy ending แค่นี้ง่ายจะตาย ฉันเป็นนางเอกนะ แต่ทำไม๊ ทำไมพระเอกกลับบอกว่าฉันจีดชืด ไร้รสนิยม ไม่ต้องตาเขาเลย แต่เขากลับไปต้องใจยัยตัวร้ายของเรื่องซะงั้น อ๋ออออออ ได้สิ อยากให้ร้ายใช่มะ แม่จะร้ายให้ร้องขอชีวิตเลย"

I'm Lindt Group's CEO's mistress. When Gerald Lindt's fiancée calls to demand answers, I lean into his embrace and tell him to go to her. I play the role of a mistress perfectly. However, Gerald kisses me tenderly. "You're too kind, Lucy." I conceal the ruthlessness and hatred in my eyes as the image of a young woman's corpse appears in my mind. She was subjected to inhumane torture before her death. The pain of losing my loved one eats away at me; it's a feeling I'll never forget. I want all of these people who think they're better than me and my sister to pay with their lives.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.