Ji-Eun and Hyun Shik were strangers thrown into an arranged marriage. While Ji-Eun was indifferent to their arrangement, her inherent loyal nature attracted her somewhat reluctant partner. Will they be able survive the turmoil that their marriage currently stands on?

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Erin laughed along with the people around them at the nickname "songbird", which she could not get used to, no matter how much she heard it. The Duke, who was smiling in his eyes, touched her lips with a long finger. The intense kisses caused the swollen lips to feel sensitive and the spine became eerie. 



Erin rose slowly to her feet, looking at him who was likely to touched her with everlasting affection. His hand-held touch was persistent, but she shook her head it easily fell off.


"Now I have to send my grace. I have been keeping you for a while since then your aide has been restless. "


The Duke, who glanced outside the drawing-room at Lecil, muttered the swearing words in his mouth in a whisper so that she could not hear him. Erin's heart thumped at the sudden sight of a rough man. The male characters in the novel are perfectly good-mannered for a Lady, but they often reveal their coarse personality in this way. However cool the main character in the novel may be, however, that man will never be her 'Duke'. 


She spoke ambitiously, with her shining green eyes.


"Tonight, I'll wait in my bedroom."


"Really? Are you sure you will? Oh, waiting for the night already the flow of time was so slow. "


The Duke kissed her good-bye several times, hugged her, and went away, then came back again and kissed her good-bye, and left her reluctantly.


Erin felt bitter expecting the Duke with a wide shoulder, a long leg, and his tall body to give her a backward glance.


'It turns out that if you do not see me, you will never remember me. '


The Duje was a magician for her. Her unique magician who makes the world look beautiful and brilliant. He made her miserable life happier.


Except for only one thing that is trivial but never to be ignored, it was he was in love with her because he was enchanted.


'How good it would be if it were true love.'


In fact, it was Erin herself who opposed this marriage, which shook the empire a year ago.


It wasn't because of the qualms about the country that treated her as a breadwinner or the man who destroyed her family. There was no choice from the start to survive, but it was an unidentified "magic" that caught her conscience.


The enchanted peacock took her to the castle with extreme care. And every day he thrusts all kinds of mountain delicacies and mountain gems into him. by day he recited all kinds of love poems, and by night he played serenade under the window of her room. Erin tried to push the Duke, wary of "magic" of his identity. I desperately looked for time to escape, but I was tired of him not falling off her side for a moment. Then she fell to her knees in front of her visit and even forced her to accept the duke's proposal for a hunger strike.


The enchanted Duke took her to the castle with extreme care. And every day he thrusts all kinds of mountain delicacies and mountain gems into her daily. By day he recited all kinds of love poems, and by night he played serenade under the window of her room. Erin tried to push the Duke down, wary of "magic" in his identity. She desperately looked for a time to escape, but she was exhausted in just one try and just fell off on his side for a moment. Then he fell to his knees in front of her while visiting and even forced her to accept the his proposal after a hunger strike.


At first she was grateful to him for saving her without killing her pitiful life. Then next, precious stones and dresses that she had never seen before were amazingly presented to her. The precious foods that he devoted to her every day were delicious. She had always been stealing, eating food, and was dressed up as a maid, but after she met him she seemed to be a new born precious princess.


It was always nice to hear that the words of the man who always says beautiful and lovely are not true. There was no one to talk to her properly, the loneliness that caused her to freeze coldly disappeared. It was really cold.


Her mind was warm as if her hands and feet were bleeding. Then I saw him. He began to like the man who gave all this generously. And soon he became her whole heart.


It was good to say it was a sweet dream before she died..


She know it's a fantasy love, but how can she not fall in love with a sweet man like this. A man who gives her the love she's been wanting so much.


'The deeper she fell in love with him, the more Erin suffered from conflicts that seemed to divide the soul into halves. Wouldn't it be okay if we were both happy?'


'This is not real. Someday it will break. I have to leave now .. '


The conflict continued for a year, but no matter how worried, the answer did not come out. As the love deepens, the pain that is deeply engraved in the heart is the price of love without effort.

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Erin Samed, the Count's illegitimate child. Just before being sacrificed on behalf of a family who has become a traitor.

She faces the "god of death" who came to take her life!

'Please help me! I want to do something like this!

I could not wear a pretty dress at her blooming age.

Her only wish was to live with courtship and love.

For her, a magic spell is activated like a miracle

"Please forgive me, my lady, for my insolence."

"Majesty!!"

"Marry me, Master of my soul."

Is he courting her?

'What the hell is this?'

Struggling to survive between 'two husbands'

He sat back up, feeling unnatural.
With a sullen face, he used his elder brother's stern voice and said, "I'm your brother, it was just a small kiss, no need to abstain."
Nan Baoyi nodded her head in a daze, "I understand, my Cousin Brother also liked to kiss me like this."
Cousin Brother?
Xiao Yi furrowed his brows slightly, feeling unhappy.
Men and women were separated from the ages of seven. Nan Jiaojiao was already so old and her Cousin Brother actually dared to kiss her, does he not know how to maintain a distance?
"Oh yes, why did you come back so late?" Nan Baoyi coyly squeezing his wide sleeves, "I've waited for you for a long time."
The little girl's neckline was slightly opened, her long black hair spread around her waist.
The candlelight shined upon the screens. Her exquisite brows looked a little tired but more tender and alluring.
Somehow Xiao Yi had a feeling that this scene felt like a wife waiting for her husband to come home late at night.
And so his unhappiness earlier on disappeared and he caressed her head gently, "I was talking to Grandmother in Songhe Yard. She is happy today so we had more drinks together."
He paused and said, "Yu Wei mentioned you have a present for me?"
Nan Baoyi was taken aback and waved her hands quickly, "No, don't have!"
"Nan Jiaojiao."
Nan Baoyi was afraid of Xiao Yi's stern face. After hesitating for a long time, she said softly, "I can perform so well in the Spring Flower Festival is all because of Second Brother's effort. This lucky coin is the prize given at the event. This is for you… you must not look down at it!"
Xiao Yi received the bronze coin.
The coin was carved with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars on one side and a small Han writing of "Good Luck and Success" was engraved on the other side. It was being gripped by the little girl for a long time so it felt sweaty to the touch.
Nan Baoyi rubbed the blanket guiltily, "I know that other people are giving you very expensive gifts but I think none of it has my auspiciousness. Second Brother, do you like this lucky coin?"
Xiao Yi smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes, "Last year for Nan Baozhu's birthday, you gave her a pearl necklace. When it was Grandmother's birthday, you gave her a picture of the Eight Immortals from the previous dynasty that was worth tens of thousands of gold. When your Fourth Brother got the last in his class, you actually gave him a brush pen made out of pure gold. Why is it when it's my turn, you only gave me a bronze coin?"
Nan Baoyi felt even more guilty.
Indeed, her present was looked down upon by the powerful minister…
She clutched the blanket tightly and did not say anything for a while.
Very quickly, she went all out again, "If you don't like it then give it back. I'll find you an expensive gift tomorrow and give it to you."
Xiao Yi flipped the bronze coin lazily, "I'll hold on to it temporarily."
Nan Baoyi suspected, "I can see that you actually like it…"
She stopped talking when the young man's sharp gaze landed on her.
It was late, she got off the bed, "Second Brother, I'm going back to my room to sleep."
Xiao Yi looked at her from behind, "Grandmother plans to have a banquet in Endless Snow in honor of my promotion three days later. Nan Jiaojiao, you can properly think of what to give me then."
Nan Baoyi looked back, stunned, "What, I need to give you another present?!"
The young man raised his brows, "What do you think?"
Nan Baoyi dared not negotiate and ran away.
Xiao Yi sat cross-legged.
The smell of the little girl's scent still remained within the bed screens.
He twirled the bronze coin around. After a while, he strung it with the gold and red hairband and then carefully wrapped it around his wrist.
...
There was an ancient saying:
From my window, the snow-capped western mountains were seen; beyond the door, the east-bound ships at anchor lay.
The snow-capped western mountains were located on the outskirts of Jinguan City and it was covered with snow all year round with bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain. In the spring, there were azaleas as far as the eye can see and even a few hot springs. It was a famous mountain in Shu County.
"Endless Snow" was built at the foot of the western mountain and it was Shu County's most famous restaurant and villa.
Dignitaries often hosted their banquets here. A meal here would cost a lot, worthy of being considered money squandering establishment.
Nan Baoyi and Nan Baozhu sat in the garden pavilion, looking through a booklet that introduced Endless Snow.
Nan Baozhu excitedly pointed at the booklet, "Panda! There are pandas in the bamboo forest! Jiaojiao, when we reach Endless Snow the day after tomorrow, we must go and see the pandas! Look at them so fat and fluffy, how cute!"
Nan Baoyi was also happy.
She rested her chin on her hand and said, "After seeing the pandas, we could also go to the hot springs… Only I'm not sure who did Grandmother invite to the banquet?"
"I know!" Nan Baozhu's eyes shone brightly and held out her fingers to count, "I eavesdropped on Grandmother and my Mother. Among the people who were invited were not just our relatives but also business friends like the Xia family and the Song family. Of course, there will also be families of officials like the Cheng family and the Zhang family. After all, you and Big Sister would be married into their families."
Cheng family, Zhang family…
Nan Baoyi's enthusiasm gradually turned cold.
She picked up the white jade embroidered fan and covered herself away from the sun.
Her sharp slender eyes narrowed in the shadow, thinking hard.
Although she could not reject her marriage proposal at the moment, she could help Big Sister reject her marriage proposal.
Seeing that Big Sister had yet to marry Zhang Yuanwang and yet to develop deep feelings towards that scumbag, destroying this marriage in time was the most important…
At dusk, she and Xiao Yi sat in a little pavilion having dinner. She was still thinking about this matter.
Xiao Yi saw that she was preoccupied and asked, "We are leaving for the west mountains the day after tomorrow, did you ask the maid to start packing?"
"He Ye will pack my things for me, no hurry." Nan Baoyi rested her chin on her hand, "Second Brother, you always go out of the residence, what kind of person do you think Zhang Yuanwang is?"
Xiao Yi took a sip of wine.
Zhang Yuanwang was Military Officer Zhang's son. On the surface, he was a romantic and talented scholar. In actual fact, he was lecherous, mean, and selfish.
Could it be that Nan Baoyi was interested in him?
His face turned cold, "Good looking on the outside, empty on the inside."
Nan Baoyi stirred her bird's nest porridge, "But he is really talented."
Otherwise, he would not be able to write so many passionate and romantic love poems.
He obviously did not love Big Sister but after divorcing her, he tried many ways to run into her and gave her the love poems he wrote…
But when his maid mistress spread gossip and slandered about Big Sister, framing her for stealing her ex-husband, Zhang Yuanwang did not come forward and clarify things.
He allowed Big Sister's reputation to be ruined, allowed her to become a joke in Jinguan City.
Big Sister had a delicate and noble personality, she valued etiquette and her reputation.
She could not bear all the backstabbing and eventually died of depression.
When she died she was extremely haggard and skinny. She was only eighteen years old, a flower that withered too early.
A hundred years' efforts led to crossing in the same ferryboat, a thousand years' efforts led to sleeping on the same pillow.
[Translation note: This saying refers to a couple having a good fate and life together and efforts of the previous life had something to do with it.]
How cruel does a man need to be, being able to do something like hounding your ex-wife to death?
And yet, everyone praised him for having such deep emotions!
Since he loved pretending to have such deep feelings, she would use this banquet as an opportunity to show everyone how much feelings he had for his maid mistress!
The fire in the girl's eyes was like a hunter who hunted for the first time.
To Xiao Yi, however, it seemed like she was interested in Zhang Yuanwang.
He sneered, "Nan Baoyi, you should think of what present to give me. If I'm not satisfied with it… you know the consequences."
The celadon cup was crushed by him.
Nan Baoyi watched him leave in surprise and glanced at the pile of broken pieces on the table in horror.
She stroked her chest in lingering fear.
Did she make him angry?
The powerful minister was too temperamental!


Nan Baoyi grew up spoiled and in a life of luxury but she did not expect to marry the wrong person and ended up with the destruction of her family.
This time when she was reborn, she bit her handkerchief and secretly targeted the lowly adopted son in her residence.
Only she knew that the down-and-out looking young man would have a bright future and be a powerful man eventually.
She changed her spoilt and domineering attitude and be humble and gentle to the future powerful minister, pleasing him in every possible way. It was a pity that he was like a flower in the high mountains and still always ignored her.
She was finally discouraged and planned to find another person to rely on when that fierce and brilliant powerful minister suddenly nullified her chosen husband with a swift move. He leaned against the embroidered couch and lazily stretched out his leg towards her and said, “Jiaojiao, come here, let Second Brother hug you…”

Ahn Hye-jin: Hello! Lee Won? Are you there?
Lee won: Hmm. (in a low voice).
Ahn Hye-jin: Won, you are so silly! Till now you didn't get the meaning of what I said?
Lee Won: It's not like that, I'm just confused.
Ahn Hye-jin: Then hear it. I love you. Is it good now?
Lee Won: Hye-jin, Are you serious?
Ahn Hye-jin: Am damn sure about this.
Lee Won: Can you tell me what made you like me? According to me am a very average person.
Ahn Hye-jin: You underestimated yourself, Won. For me, you were always special. You worked hard, cared for everyone around you & the most important of all, the person who cared for his mom this much will treasure his girlfriend or wife as a precious jewel for the whole life. But I will not come to you now.
Lee Won: Why?
Ahn Hye-jin: Its because if you get me & all the luck now itself. You will not have that fire in you to be successful in your life. So I will wait for you here itself. When you get that success I will come to you.
( These words by Ahn Hye-jin burned a new fire inside Lee Won & he promised her that he will be successful for her & his ill mother. And as he acquires the success he wanted he will contact Hye-jin back for his marriage proposal & she also agreed for it. Then he decided to start his job hunt again in his field of excellence & he kept on giving interviews for companies but no one accepted him because of his experience at the previous job. As one day, when frustrated Lee Won came back home after the hectic job hunting he saw his mom who was cleaning up the junk in his house which was stored in a storeroom which was built just at the side of the house. Lee Won sat over a chair which his mom took from the storeroom to dispose of. After a long silence his mom started talking to him).
Mom: Lee Won, then how's your job hunt going on?
Lee Won: Nothing much, mom. It's going on. Stay tension free I'm here for you!
Mom: Lee Won, a day will come you will be successful too. Don't lose hope. Some days will be tiring for you but your hard work is being watched. Have faith. Go in & have some snacks.
( Suddenly his mom takes out an old typewriter from the junk. As Lee Won notices that he asks his mom).
Lee Won: Mom, whose typewriter is that?
Mom: Oh this one! It was your father's typewriter. He had a hobby of writing poems for small magazines in our city.
Lee Won: Really, Was he very popular?
Mom: He was popular but not that much popular. I was one of his fans lately.
Lee Won: Then what are you going to do with it. Are you throwing it in junk?
Mom: Am confused! It is pretty much old too.
Lee Won: Can I take it?
Mom: If you want you can!

The story revolves around an IT professional named Lee Won who looses his job under certain circumstances & how he gets success that he always imagined off getting in his life. Will he be successful? Will he be happy with his future?
For that just read the story.
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"Do try to calm your nerves, love. It is going to go well." Erik said as they pulled into Kensington Palace. They were scheduled for their first interview as an engaged couple and Pearl's nerves were getting the best of her. "I'm not good at this. Every interview I've given since this all started has felt like an interrogation." Pearl said, shakily. 
"Ok. Deep breath. Let's figure out a plan." Erik said. He always seemed to understand how to navigate her anxiety. "When a question is asked that you feel uncomfortable with, make a signal so I will know to answer it myself." He said. 
"I know! Tuck your hair behind your right ear. When I see that, I will answer immediately." 
Pearl looked at him with gratitude. "Thank you, Erik." She said. 
They walked into a large, elegantly decorated sitting room. There were lights and cameras set up. A man greeted them, introducing himself as the producer. Then a woman came over, a person Pearl recognized from television, introducing herself as Lydia, the one who was going to interview them. 
They were settled and several lighting tests were done before a final go ahead to begin from the producer. There was a bit of scuttle and then they started. 
"Your Royal Highness, Pearl Clarke, congratulations to you both" Lydia said. 
"Thank you, Lydia." Erik said. 
"May we please start with the proposal and the actual moment of your engagement? How did it happen? Was it a big event or more intimate?" Lydia asked. Pearl felt ok with this one. 
"It was a complete surprise. It was just after a night out for dinner, I woke up the next morning, splashed some water on my face and looked down, seeing this beautiful ring on my hand that wasn't there when I fell asleep. I was in shock. I turned around and Erik was standing there, proposing." Pearl said. 
"Yes. I wanted Pearl to feel the proposal was as organic and as genuine as possible." Erik said. 
"It definitely felt real. And absolutely perfect."
Pearl said. 
"How did you first meet?" Lydia asked. 
"I first saw Pearl over a year before I actually met her. The company she worked for was hosting a charity event for the New Hope Foundation, a charity I began years ago. The key note speaker was in an accident on the way to the event, so there was a scramble to fill in the time. The event coordinator wanted to put on a good chat, so he asked a few people to speak about their experiences." Erik explained. "So the first one up was this tiny woman, looking so timid that a strong breeze might blow her over. She began to speak and her words just, just filled my heart with so much compassion and admiration. So much courage in such a small package, it moved me." Erik said. Pearl watched adoringly as he spoke of her. 
"Then we officially met in Los Angeles several months ago. I was in town for my birthday and she was shooting a music video. We ran into each other by coincidence. More than once, actually." Erik said. 
"Yes. And Italy was also pure coincidence." Pearl agreed, smiling. 
"You ran into each other again by coincidence?" Lydia asked. 
"Yes. I was on an extended vacation in Italy, fighting exhaustion, when my friend and I were having dinner at the same place Erik was. It was incredibly fortuitous timing." Pearl said. 
"Yes, you were first noticed out together in Rome at the polo charity event." Lydia said. 
"Yes. That was an incredible couple of weeks." Erik smiled, looking at Pearl. Pearl nodded and blushed. 
"You both have really challenged stereotypes. Pearl is in a band, Poems for Wolves. It's a hard rock band that has skyrocketed to stardom over the last year. A prince and a rock n roll star. How is that working?" Lydia asked. 
"It has definitely kept things interesting, that's for sure." Erik said. 
"And it's a huge change, you're getting a new country out of it. A husband obviously, but will also be giving up your career, eventually. How are you dealing with that probability?" 
"I guess I don't see it as giving anything up, I just see it as a change. A way to use a newly found voice and platform to help change people's lives for the better. A new chapter in the book of my life." Pearl said. 
"I cannot tell you how excited I am to see her in this new role as a member of the royal family. The things she will do. She is bright, kind, giving and understanding, all of which are excellent qualities for a member of any family to have and for the world to know." Erik said. 
"So many rumors about you and Holden Tomlinson have circulated. Anything you want to take this opportunity to clear up or speak to? You had announced that engagement and marriage not long ago. How did that come to be a lie?" Lydia asked. 
Pearl tucked her hair behind her ear. 

"I think there is an immense misconception men have about women involving love. Some men try to use hearts and tender things as ways of trying to win and keep a woman. The marriage was never legal, and without Pearl's knowledge, just making her even stronger because of it."
Erik said. "But if I have learned anything from Pearl, it's this; all we as humans desire and need to feel, is cared for and appreciated for who we are. Not to have someone necessarily understand us but to have someone say they are willing to try to understand." Erik said. 
"That was beautifully stated, your royal highness." Lydia said. 
"And Pearl, you saved Erik's life not that long ago, by putting yourself between him and a speeding car. What went through your mind in those moments before you lunged at him, moving him out of harm's way?" Lydia asked. 

"I didn't want him to be hurt. That's all that flashed through my mind. Prevent him from being hurt." Pearl said. 
"But YOU were hurt. Brain injury and broken bones. Did you second guess your actions after you woke up?" 
"Not at all. I'd do it again, in a second."Pearl said. 
"Well, you both seem to be so much in love. It's admirable." Lydia said, wrapping up the interview. 

"Do I do ok?" Pearl asked on the way home. 
"You were wonderful." Erik said. "Absolutely perfect." 





When real life divorce and loneliness becomes a fairy tale after a chance encounter with a movie star, Pearl’s life turns into a love triangle she wasn’t prepared for. Rock  stardom  and romance and getting a second chance at life and love means everything.

"I've forgotten how to love." "What?" "I forgot. I don't know how to do it anymore."  There was no other way of putting it. It had been too long since I'd written a letter or made coffee for two or highlighted passages in poetry books for a lover who would consider the gesture equal to a proposal of marriage. In the moment, those things are second nature. You take shorter showers to spare the hot water and you change the bedcovers more often so that they are fresh on the skin. You even start learning how to do all sorts of things you had no interest in before, like baking fresh brownies and serving them up hot to settle your lover's stomach before bed. Everyone goes about it differently, but those are some of the ways I expressed my love. Primarily, however, I did it by eye contact.  Only now I have trouble even glancing at people for the briefest of moments and I have deserted recipe books for Plath's journals again. It is so easy, once someone has brought your hands to their mouth to kiss goodbye, to fall back into the habit of isolation. There can be no argument: 
solitude is an indulgence. I am guilty of enabling my own loneliness. I fix myself before a computer and write stories about girls selling poems by the side of highways. I avoid phonecalls and ignore concerned e-mails. I am quite happy to remain transfixed in my state of quiet grief, the kind that undresses me at night until I am curled up in bed like an infant, bawling at nothing in particular. For a long time, I allow myself to detach from everything: friends, work, school, memories. It is a process that I am always convinced will help, but which never does, though I return to it regardless. 
 Eventually, though, you start going out more and conversations become less forced and sooner or later, you even begin to like someone new. You recite their name in your head before falling asleep and everytime you see them, you try to smile at them, but don't quite manage because you are much too nervous. Contact is made by some means or another and chances seem hopeful. The only problem is that you are rusty. You talk mechanically. You are unaware that you are supposed to call to make sure they get home safe. You buy them presents your ex would have liked, or you don't buy them anything at all. They let you off because you are new and shy and they can sense your nervousness by the way you kiss. It is around this time that you begin to realize you are out of shape. You have not exercised your heart in a while. You are slow learning what makes them happy. You've forgotten is all. You spent so long nursing yourself that you no longer know how to attend to anyone else. It's all gone. 
 "That is how it happened to me." "Hm. Maybe we forget so that someone else can help us to remember?" "Maybe we forget because we don't want to remember." "Then why do we learn it all over again?" "We can't help ourselves. Love is an indulgence, too."

a prose and poetry about the makings, the doings and ruins of love

Jane was pleasantly surprised when the gates were opened for her. She had prepared a lot of arguments and ways to convince the guards, and even that woman, but none of them showed up to be necessary. The moment her driver asked for permission, he was told to just go through. 

Before them, there was another car, and it went the exact same way as them. It stopped right before Kyro's house, and Jane wondered what was that about. The next moment, the driver opened her door, and she stepped out. 

When she took a step forward, her feet froze. What was Kyro doing there by the house? He was supposed to be at work! Dioscuri was falling apart, and he actually took a day off to stay home with that slut? 

Rage surged through Jane, but she didn't let it show. With a nod to Kyro, she stepped into the small courtyard. From the other car, a middle-aged man had stepped out and was giving the slut a letter with something inside. 

"A gift from Gale," he said. "But don't open it now." He threw a glance at Jane. "It'd be better without witnesses." 

'Gale?' That wasn't right. Jane looked at Kyro's expression, but it looked neutral. There was no surprise there to be contacted by the friend he'd betrayed. The wman by his side also acted like it was normal. 

'Could they have just acted the falling out? But why? It was what set off the whole chain of events, the reason why the old employees turned on Kyro. Were they fishing? But that's too crazy of a way to do it… They sacrificed all they had achieved in the two years. This is illogical.' 

While Jane tried making sense of the impossible, the middle-aged man left, and the slut went inside with the letter. She didn't seem to be worried about leaving Kyro alone with her, and that pissed Jane off. 

"Can I enter?" she asked, her voice cold. "I've got something to discuss." 

To her surprise, Kyro didn't hurry to invite her inside. "You wouldn't have known I'd be here today. So what do you want from Iris?" 

Perceptive, but it was nothing that couldn't be talked about. "I wanted to meet the woman that made you refuse our offer." More like make her understand her position, but it wasn't polite to mention it. Both of them, however, understood the implication. 

The look Kyro leveled at her was ice-cold, but Jane didn't care one bit. He'd see his mistakes when he cleared his eyes. Seducing was an art because it worked. 

At that moment, the woman returned, and Jane saw her stop by Kyro's side like it was only natural. Kyro shifted his gaze to her, and his expression softened. It was barely perceptible, but Jane had seen that look before. Once upon a time, it had been aimed at her. 

Kyro was handsome, but nothing to write poems about. For Jane who lived among celebrities, he was just above average. They interacted a little because he had a good mind for studies, but that was it. By then, she already knew that she'd have an arranged marriage to further her father's ambitions. It was something inevitable. 

Yet when Kyro looked at her, she suddenly found herself unable to ignore him. There was only her in his eyes, and it was an intoxicating feeling. For the first time in her life, she saw herself as someone special, someone that was more than just a bargaining chip. 

But before she could get addicted to that feeling, her father called, saying her marriage partner had been chosen. It was a young market wolf who had made a fortune out of nothing. He didn't have a great background, but his talents were substantial. If the company could acquire him, they'd gain a lot of power. 

And so Jane left. With a goodbye in a text message, she dropped out of college and got engaged to a guy she'd only seen a couple times. They were a horrible match, and luckily, he failed soon after, before the marriage could go through. 

No longer as accepting as before, she then left for China, as far away from her father's control as possible, and finished a degree to prove her own worth. Yet who would have expected that the moment she returned, her father would come to her with another marriage proposal. 

She had wanted to refuse, furious at his never-changing attitude, but then she saw the name… Kyro. Sometimes, she had looked him up, and when she saw him not dating anyone throughout all the years, her heart had warmed—he was actually waiting for her. 

Or so she believed. Days before she returned to the states, he publicly revealed a girlfriend. And then, when Jane suggested they should unite their legacies, he actually went and refused it for that nobody. 

It was like a stab to the heart to see him staring at that woman with eyes that looked with warmth only at her. This couldn't be true, and yet it was right in front of Jane. He no longer stood by her side, but by that of someone else. 

"I will go with you to the gala," she suddenly said, her mouth moving before she could think it through. Her father would be furious, but she couldn't let that slut destroy Kyro.

The two people looked at her with surprise, and she could see the darkening of the woman's expression. Good, this was another way to teach her what was her place. 

Jane focused on Kyro then, speaking in a calm voice. "You need me. If you go alone, everyone will know you're over. But if I come with you, they'll think twice about getting in your way. With my presence, you'll get some extra time to save yourself." 

"And why would you do that?" Kyro asked, taking the leech's hand. Although the move was small and surreptitious, it didn't escape Jane's eyes; the knife in her heart twisted again. "I'm not going to change my mind about that offer." 

"I came out of goodwill, but if you don't want my help, then go and die as you wish. I'll be outside to watch the spectacle." 

With those words, Jane turned around and left. While walking to the car, she waited for Kyro to call her back, but there was no sound behind her. As she got closer to the driver, her steps slowed, giving time for the other to speak, but he didn't. 

Kyro did not say a word. 

When the car left the neighborhood, Jane looked back with bloodshot eyes. No tears marred her visage, but inside, her heart was dripping blood. That man, he did not care her for her at all.

Iris didn’t think much of her life until one day she found herself in the body of a baby fox. Before she could wrap her head around it, she was bullied by a kid and saved by a handsome stranger. It was almost like a fairy tale ending, just why is she still a fox?! Is there like a certain duration or will she need to stay like this forever? No way!

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The light in the clustered room started to decrease as evening approached and Shihong poured oil in a lamp and lit it and Xing lost all interest for his story. Xing felt traumatised from the fire in the lamp as it reminded of her helpless state back in her courtyard where she was almost burned by Shihong and Old Rong. 
Her heart began to beat erratically and small sweat beads started to form on her forehead. Till now she had thought that she was over that day... That day she lost her everything... Her dowry, her dignity, her womb...
 She stabbed Chenglie, She was sent to the gates of hell, she wandered in the Netherworld for seemingly years... 
That day... The day she suffered because of this person in front of her calmly lighting a lamp! 
Is he doing this just to trigger me? Xing was flustered. 
Shouldn't I just kill him and get in with it? 
Xing gritted her teeth but she could sense some activity beneath the tunnels. There were a group of men who entered the tunnels and their demeanour seemed like they were trained soldiers. 
So help arrived already? So should I be indulging Shihong a bit more until all the children are rescued...?

"You think just tying my hand will keep me from attacking you?", Xing asked after taking a deep breath and composing herself. She is not alone like back then nor is she weak and she has a purpose now. Just by her mind, she could chop him into pieces and mince his meat if she wishes now.
"You want a drink?", Shihong poured a cup of wine in a jar and offered Xing and Xing scoffed and turned her face.
Like she'd drink anything this monster offers!
"Come on, sweetie! I said I'm not planning to hurt you today.... Why won't you believe me... I'm hurt!", Shihong grabbed her chin and made Xing look at him. 
The fine wrinkles in the face of Shihong that showed his fake hurt expressions as if he was teasing her and she wanted to spit on that smug face but she controlled herself lest he had plans for those who are around her. The prudent way now is to leave this place before provoking him or killing him which Xing very much liked to do but with the absence of Old Rong, she cannot! A fact she almost forgot! 
Her end goal is Old Rong, not Shihong. Since he is the only one who knows the hiding place of Old Rong, Shihong must be handled after Old Rong.
"And honey, if you kill me now, you cannot find Old Rong, can you? Isn't killing that god your 'Heavenly Mandate'?", Shihong continued.
Seeing her eyes glistening with the hate for him, he smiled and shrugged it off and went back to his chair.
"Now...now....let's not get distracted.... Ah... Where was I..? Um... Right... So when I was eight,my friend's father who was fairly rich, started to take good care of us and my mother was happy. She thought that he was interested in her but no... That was not the case... ", he paused and for the first time Xing saw the extreme fear and hatred in his eyes.
" He asked for my hand in marriage and my mother agreed thinking that he was asking me for his son, my friend... But... That rich old man wanted me for himself... ", Shihong but his lips hard and Xing could sense this is where his life got derailed. Things like these are common among village folks like sending their children in marriage even though it is illegal, as they will have one less mouth to feed and they  believed once a girl is married to a rich family, she'll be well off! Some even wish for their child to help  in the betterment of their life. 
Xing knew if someone offered such proposal, her mother would have thrown salt at them and driven away... It is highly illegal in the western province to solicit children. But hey! Not everyone gets good mothers!
In her case, Haru's father helped them from time to time but her mother didn't accept much and he kept a good distance and was really thankful for taking care of his son. But guess Shihong... Or Shi Hua's luck wasn't as good as hers and his mother felt his life would be better in a rich household and accepted the proposal.
Shihong then took a gulp of wine and continued and Xing thought she saw him shudder for a moment but his eyes went back to that emotionless cold glance once more, he explained what happened that night she was married to that old guy. 
His voice trembled noticeably when he talked about how his friend who tried to help him out of that place was almost beaten to death by his own father in front of his eyes and how cruel that old guy who said that ' Don't forget that You belong to me' treated her that night in front of his servants and Shihong's friend who was beaten up by the servants. 
Shihong went to great details in explaining how much pain he felt that night and how he was humiliated and how he cried for the Gods , his mother and others but was left with no help. How scared he was to see his body torn up and all his struggles ended up in vain against the one who was physically stronger than him. He also said how those who were watching felt no pity but were mocking him for going against their master who has a way to tame wild horses and how his screams and wails were veiled by their laughter. 

Xing shuddered feeling the pain expressed by Shihong, " Enough! ", she said. No child should go through this... 
But soon her sympathy turned to anger, he experienced all this and still treat women the same way that 'Monster' treated him? He literally has a hundred kids the same age as him when he went through that agonising incident held captive underground. So what is the use of wasting her sympathy on him?
Shihong looked at Xing intently with her expression turning from pity to despise and his lips curled to a dry smile. 
Xing had no words to spare for Shihong. That guy is a couple of years younger than her father and in those days, people must have been worse than the people now. And these 'customs' of child marriage were predominant in the west too but Xing knew it was the Heavenly Flowers Palace's interference that abolished these customs after Lady Shaoyao became the Madame of that institution. 
The government never cared what the commoners did except calling them savages and scholars made poems about it. That's how much the Noble community contributed to it.... Nothing, just talking among themselves how much better they are than the commoners. 
Judging by the children kept here now, the rules here must be lax still. This should be corrected.
Sensing Xing's cold attitude at him, he still decided to continue. 
"My friend then got me out with the help of some maids who felt pity towards me and me and my friend decided to cross the river to the Earth Kingdom to start a new life there... But his father's people got us before we crossed the river and in the scuffle that night, my friend died... When I went to mother and explained everything happened to me, she insisted on sending me back to that monster and that's when she revealed to me that I was supposed to be a Princess "
 Xing saw Shihong's face turn evil that moment and she really didn't want to hear the rest of his story. She is surrounded by bad all the same, right? From her lover who could kill mercilessly  to the one who is protecting her who said he 'massacred' his people... Everyone is a killer and has their own flaws. And what's with that everyone's story she is hearing is only having sad flashbacks..? Did no good happen to them? Uh! Why am I getting involved with broken people all the time?
"Shall we stop here? Can you tell me what you want of me?", Xing used all her energy to be polite with Shihong so that she could have a chance to leave when his guard is down.
She feared of she heard any more of these Kind of stories, she'd turn to one of them too! It is possible to become the one you fear... She has ultimate powers and who could stop her if she loses her bearing? 
Xing distracted her mind and she could sense the twenty elite soldiers who entered the tunnels are rescuing the children one by one and it is hard for them since those kids are getting scared of them and giving them a hard time rescuing them.
But those guys are doing a pretty good job. Are they Zhong elite soldiers? 
Oh, what cruelties these children suffered for them to be this  scared of men! Xing felt her heart clench in sorrow and wondered what she might do to help them.

***Completed*** Táng JiaXing, a girl who had spent most of her life wildly in her village in a remote corner of the Wind Kingdom, suddenly had to leave to the Capital city and she gets involved in the power struggles of the Imperial Palace.

A local hero to the Prime Minister's daughter? 

Everything she did till now casually is connected to the Empire? 

Why? 

Turns out she was the 'Chosen One' by the Gods for some purpose even she was unaware of. 

And wait... the Demon Realm is interested in her too? 

What will happen to her love with the exiled Prince? He is not a Prince now but a big underworld businessman? 

How much does he know about her 'supposed' fate? 

Divine Ruler? Supporting the Emperor? Really don't care! 

All I want is to spend the rest of my life with my Prince....

But will she be allowed to choose her own fate?

Will Love conquer all?

Lu Chenglie, the genius Third Prince of the Kingdom... He was sent away from the place by the plots of the Empress...

When he was about to be engulfed in the darkness of his heart, he saw her... The Moon of his Life.... 

"Don't die", she shouted and he wanted life, a good long life with her... 

She loved him even though she knew of the darkness in him, something even he could not do...

When he learned tidbits about her 'fate' he decided to fight for her... Not opposing her fate but by aiding her to achieve her goals quickly so that he can get her for himself...

He made himself strong and wealthy so that he has the power to defend her if need arises...

But could he protect her from her fate...?



This story is about the love between two people who are not supposed to be together by fate and how they succeed with their love in the end.


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