Traduction Drowning

Elara thought drowning would be the end. Turns out, it’s the start of something way worse. She wakes up under the sea — glowing hair, weird mark on her shoulder, and apparently starring in some prophecy she didn’t sign up for. Now there’s a whisper in the waves, relics with her name on them, and a pink sea dragon with attitude issues. Everyone says she’s chosen. Elara just wants to know who she is — and why this ocean feels like it already knows her. But something’s watching. And not everything down here wants her alive.

Life is unfair, and death is unpredictable. I got caught in a chaotic dance between the two and found myself consumed by the most dangerous feeling of all—love. I run, and keep running from something I knowingly wanted from the very beginning. I chose to give away pieces of who I was and who I am—but for what? _________ After a painful fight with her boyfriend, a young woman seeks refuge in her grandmother’s quiet home. But instead of silence, she finds a story — one whispered through generations, darker and deeper than any fairy tale. It is the story of Liliana, a mortal girl drowning in grief, and Ravakiel, a demon who never touches her, yet leaves marks deeper than any wound. Set in a shadowed world of sorrow and unspoken pain, their bond is more than love — it is a journey into the heart of darkness, where acceptance means learning to hold someone’s demons, not just their light.

I Chose Me In her family, girls don’t choose love — they marry legacy. And for Esi, that legacy is the Agyeman name. Everyone says she’s lucky: marrying into Ghana’s most powerful family, with wealth, status, and a husband every girl envies. But behind the perfect wedding and golden smiles, Esi is silently drowning in a life she never chose. She doesn't hate her husband — he’s kind, patient… good. But Esi wants more than kindness. She wants freedom. She wants to choose herself. In a world that praises quiet wives and obedient daughters, Esi dares to ask: What if love isn't the goal? What if freedom is? A story of tradition, rebellion, and a girl brave enough to rewrite her destiny

When two broken souls meet in the silence of a world that’s never been kind, love becomes both a curse and a sanctuary. Arin, a guarded heir with a past full of secrets, and Lucien, a runaway part time fighter and a painter hiding from pain, are thrown together by fate—and desperation. Their paths collide when Arin offers Lucien shelter from a storm, only to find himself unraveling under the boy’s quiet gaze and gentle touch. In a world where trust is dangerous and love even more so, they find solace in stolen moments—baths that last till sunrise, kisses hidden beneath cold moonlight, and touches that say what words never can. But the deeper they fall, the closer the shadows creep. As Arin’s family legacy threatens to drag them both under, and Lucien’s trauma resurfaces with cruel timing, the two must choose: surrender to the darkness or fight to save the fragile love blooming between them. A soft, sensual, and heartbreaking story about healing, vulnerability, and a love that feels like drowning—only sweeter.

Everyone saw Salim as perfect flawless, untouchable, a man who made the impossible seem effortless. To Lian, he wasn’t just admired he was her light in a world that never seemed to stop falling apart. Born into poverty, Lian knew struggle better than comfort. Her family had nothing, and every small win came through relentless effort. Her father, tired and bitter, walked out on them. Her mother, Quinn, was no savior either cold, selfish, and drowning in her own twisted sense of importance. Quinn's lies and theft finally caught up with her, landing her behind bars and leaving Lian and her younger brother Louis to pick up the shattered pieces. Lian often wondered what went wrong. Why was her family so broken? Why was survival their only reality? She hated being poor. Hated being invisible. And so, she made a vow she would never become like them. She would rise, no matter what it took. But when the light you chase burns too bright, will it save you or blind you?

When a mutilated corpse is found by a sacred river in a quiet West African village, a troubled detective teams up with a spiritual elder and a young woman with a mysterious past to uncover a centuries-old curse tied to a drowned river queen—one whose song was silenced, and who now demands the world listen.

When a mutilated corpse is found by a sacred river in a quiet West African village, a troubled detective teams up with a spiritual elder and a young woman with a mysterious past to uncover a centuries-old curse tied to a drowned river queen—one whose song was silenced, and who now demands the world listen.

"He sold his soul to save his daughter. Now Heaven will learn to fear his love." Shattered legend Lariat Blanc traded theft for fatherhood—until the Black Emporium torched his peace, stole daughter Beth, and gave him six months to deliver four unholy relics or hear her die. Drowning in blood from his broken Golden Core, Blanc bargains with ex-partner Bonny Clyde for a cursed scroll. Its vampiric oath: “By Blood Gain freedom, and By Freedom Lose it All.” He awakens ravenous. Saints bleed. Cathedrals shatter. Angels flee his shadow. Awakened and Talented shiver in dispare. Love fuels his monstrous crusade. The Emporium wanted relics. They unleashed God’s Nightmare.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

``` Elle était connue sous de nombreux noms : Démonesse, une sorcière maléfique, une héritière née pour régner sur l'enfer, la plus méchante et la fleur la plus venimeuse dans le monde du souterrain. Peu savaient que l'héritière de l'organisation d'assassinats la plus mystérieuse avait un simple rêve. Un rêve que de nombreuses filles avaient : avoir une vie paisible avec un mari et un enfant. C'est pourquoi, lorsque cette leader infâme de l'organisation d'assassins se réveilla dans le corps de Heaven Liu, elle pensait que son rêve de toute une vie s'était enfin réalisé. Mais la réalité était bien loin de ce à quoi elle s'attendait. Heaven Liu était une actrice sur le déclin ; elle avait disparu des feux de la rampe au sommet de la célébrité. La raison ? Une grossesse non désirée. Contrainte d'épouser un homme qu'elle n'aimait pas, le mariage s'effondra facilement — presque au bord de l'irréparable. Avec cette réalité à affronter, serait-elle capable de réparer les cœurs brisés de son mari et de son fils ? Ou bien la distance entre eux continuerait-elle de s'élargir ? Avec ce mariage sans amour dès le départ, y aurait-il une chance pour qu'ils puissent vivre heureux en famille ? Ou était-il trop tard ? Plus important encore, pourrait-elle vraiment échapper aux chaînes qu'elle pensait avoir brisées ? Ou son propre enfer la rattraperait-il pour la traîner retour aux fosses de l'enfer où elle appartient ? ***** LE LIVRE ÉLECTRONIQUE EST MAINTENANT DISPONIBLE SUR AMAZON. LIEN : https://a.co/d/bTeyr0B La traduction espagnole est également disponible sur Webnovel. Lien : https://www.webnovel.com/book/transmigr%C3%A9-y-consegu%C3%AD-un-esposo-y-un-hijo!_29071013600828005 La traduction portugaise est également disponible sur Webnovel ! Lien : https://www.webnovel.com/book/eu-transmigrei-e-ganhei-um-marido-e-um-filho!_29287259500602105### Avertissement : La couverture n'est pas ma propriété. Tous les crédits reviennent à l'artiste. Ceci fait partie de la série Wild de l'autrice. La Miss Héritière Sauvage : Je me suis réincarnée et j'ai obtenu un mari et un fils ! REJOIGNEZ MON SERVEUR DISCORD : https://discord.gg/gXCMQwmrGY ```

In the quiet town of Aokashi, in the fictional country of Hinokuni, spring returns as always—but for Akira Hayasaka, everything feels painfully the same. A top student, admired for his brilliance and composure, Akira is secretly drowning in expectations and isolation. That begins to change when he’s seated next to Airi Tachibana, a quiet book-loving girl who doesn’t smile just to please or look at him with admiration. She doesn't try to talk to him, impress him, or pretend to be anything. She just… exists. Calmly. Honestly. A chance encounter while saving a stray kitten brings them closer, and Akira discovers a hidden side of her—an anonymous online writer whose words feel too personal, too familiar. Unspoken thoughts. Quiet truths. Things he’s never had the courage to say aloud. As petals fall and seasons change, Akira and Airi slowly begin to understand each other—not through loud declarations or dramatic gestures, but through silence, presence, and the small steps that lead to something more.

In a world where only a rare few are born as Viran, gifted with elemental power drawn from their life force — Vira — strength is everything. Ren is a Viran born with a core water affinity — a bond to the ocean's grace, weight, and silence. But beneath the surface of his gift lies a deeper struggle: an affliction that isolates him, warps how others see him, and clouds how he sees himself. When tragedy tears through his life, Ren is set adrift — wounded, and uncertain of his place in the world. In the wake of loss, he begins to seek meaning not just in his power, but in his identity. And as the world around him hardens, he finds purpose not only in destruction, but in reshaping water into something more — something powerful, something whole. As enemies rise and the balance and essence of Vira begins to shift, Ren must quickly grow to gain dominion over his element if he wants to survive — and protect those who still matter. Join Ren on his journey as he struggles with his affliction and grows his power — one stage, one tide, one choice at a time.

Ryo suddenly found himself in the Naruto world—specifically, as Tsunade's assistant. Drowning under a pile of endless tasks, he could only shout in exasperation, "Where's Shizune when you need her?!" But errands were soon the least of his worries. To his horror, Ryo realized he'd reincarnated a year before Pain’s devastating attack on Konoha. "How the hell am I supposed to survive this?!" he cried in despair. Just as panic set in, a bright blue screen appeared before him. [Greetings! I am the Futa System! No need to fear Pain—I shall grant you the power to survive!] Ryo blinked skeptically. "Uh, how exactly?" The system’s response was quick and cheerful: [By engaging in intimate interactions with the futas of this world, of course! Every woman is a futa in this world!]

In a world drowning in corruption and creeping madness, Kaisel de Ravengard, the cunning Duke of a once-great Duchy now in decline, hides his true intentions behind a mask of nobility. Haunted by his mother’s murder and the shadow of his family’s downfall, Kaisel wields forbidden magic and the power of the Seven Sins to unravel dark secrets buried deep within the Empire’s rotten core.As he unravels layers of conspiracy and deceit, uncovering mysteries and hidden truths, Kaisel carves a path of destruction through the corrupted aristocracy. Navigating a dangerous world where loyalty is scarce, every revelation threatens to pull him deeper into darkness in his relentless pursuit of vengeance and ultimate dominance. In a land where darkness festers beneath the surface, Kaisel’s rise threatens to unleash chaos and reshape the Empire forever.

Thirty years ago, cultivators descended upon Blue Star, crushing its original order with overwhelming force. Since then, cultivators have stood above all, trampling on rules and enslaving the world. The masses desperately seek the path of immortality, yearning to transcend and become immortals. "The Immortal Dao is eternal and indestructible!" But before seeking the path of immortality, one must first cultivate humanity. Since the world is devoid of order and justice, then let the path be forged through slaughter— Strike fear into the world, drown the mortal realm in blood, and force gods and demons to come begging for order!

What starts as drowning sorrows in a dingy bar becomes something Daniel Reeves never saw coming. After his wife abandons him for one of the richest board members at work, the ordinary IT technician thinks he's hit rock bottom. For some reason mysterious women keep appearing in his life, each one more captivating than the last, and all of them seem to want the same thing - to be his wife. These beautiful women harbor secrets darker than midnight, with open minds about pleasure and desires that know no boundaries. As Daniel uncovers the intoxicating truth about the women who've claimed him as theirs, he learns they'd watch the world burn if it meant keeping him - and that some encounters leave you forever changed. Now Daniel must navigate a world where love, obsession, and the supernatural collide.

Aarav spent his whole life in suffering and injustice. Disowned by his family, cheated by his girlfriend, and drowning in alcohol and gambling, he ultimately meets his end while saving a young child and is reincarnated in the world of Eldoria as Astrael, the only heir of the Ravensatra family, where swords and magic reign supreme and only the strong survive while the weak are devoured. Follow Astrael along his journey as he defies fate beyond heaven. From a broken man to the one and only Sovereign. Wait, there is also a system-- [Ding] [Aetheric Codex is online] [Host has awakened the divine skill Synthesis.] [Ding] [Host has awakened the divine skill Plunder.] .............. Tags: Reincarnation, Antihero, Romance, Male MC, Western Fantasy ............. Disclaimer: The story begins at a slower pace as the main character is in the early stages of their journey. These initial chapters are meant to establish the world, characters, and the foundation of the plot. As the story progresses, the pace will pick up and unfold with greater intensity and depth. Your patience will be rewarded. ............. Cover page is made by Kiripictorial

"They asked me what Codex Sanctus truly is. It is a chronicle of souls etched in defiance, a whisper against the thunder of creation's grand design. My father's story, and hers, is but a testament to love forged in the crucible of impossible choices. We often believe that 'where there is a will, there is a way,' but some paths are already drawn, lines too ancient to be erased. This is a journey through shadows to grasp a light that may, in the end, extinguish your own. What is salvation, truly, when it demands the very essence of what makes one human? And does love triumph over all, or merely reveal the unbearable weight of what is lost? Perhaps, when all is said and done, the greatest strength lies not in changing the currents, but in how one chooses to drown." Humbly, Snow

I am a new author, so there might be some grammatical errors. Try not to be too harsh. And don't forget to share your valuable reviews. SYNOPSIS "You are my mate, I am not going to share you with anyone, not even my brothers " his whispering tone felt like melted sugar in my ears. I was drowning in his scent, my mind was in a frenzy. Suddenly, I woke up with a start, panting heavily after a steamy wet dream which I have been having quite a lot lately. Myra Miracle, an orphan since birth, visits her childhood best friend Nora to Kimberg to. While she was having dinner with Nora and her parents, she felt dizzy and enchanted at the same time for some unknown reasons. Later that evening, she met four hot, handsome and mesmerizing people which made her restless all night long. Since then she has been having wild dreams. Why is that so? Why is she so attracted to her best friend's brothers?

In 2017 South Korea, a group of people drowning in debt and driven to desperation were invited by a mysterious organization to participate in a high-stakes survival game with a massive cash prize. 456 players were taken to a secluded facility, where they had to compete in six childhood games to determine the sole winner. The losers would be eliminated (killed). The prize money was as high as 45.6 billion won, but the chances of survival were minuscule.

Here, you can see the past and present of the cosmic swarm, the origin of the war-mongering witch tribe, the rise of sea progeny, the birth of giant beasts... And... A world tree cultivation from scratch? ... On her 18th birthday, Baiyi suddenly learns that her family is actually super-rich. After finally coming to terms with the reality and preparing to embrace a new life, another change occurs. The world is destroyed, the apocalypse arrives, and humans are given a lord qualification and randomly thrown into millions of worlds. Good news, her cheat finally arrives, and it's a seemingly powerful genetic weaving. Bad news, others have it too, and theirs seem even stronger. What else can be done? She can only be a support player trying to get by, relying on her cheat to do some farming. But why do her troops start to look so strange? ... I just want to farm properly, so why is it my fault if intruders get taken down by insects/gardeners/crops! What Insect Queen, what original witch, it's all slander! I'm just an ordinary support lord! ps: Female protagonist, single, farming, dedicated to hybridizing all kinds of strange creatures pps: This is a male-oriented novel, if you have not read a male-oriented female protagonist novel before, I'm glad this will be your first.

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.

Pain. It was all he knew. Bittu woke up drowning in agony — his body torn apart, his reflection mutilated in a mirror that refused to shatter. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t escape the darkness. He didn’t understand what was happening. The suffocating room. The endless black ocean. The figure in the mirror. The voice that whispered promises of power... or annihilation. And the locket — the strange locket that pulsed with an unfamiliar glow, as if alive. Was he dead? Dreaming? Or trapped in something far worse? The world around him crumbled, and yet something more terrifying remained: the truth he had buried within himself. Because in this place, pain wasn’t just a feeling. It was the price of existence. His Existence. _________ Discord: https://discord.gg/HHrf6nWGXz

She failed the system. Now she’s playing one built to kill. After seven years chasing a dream that shattered her — the federal exams, the pressure, the lies — Seraphina Wexler is done trying. Drowning in debt and invisible to the world, her life takes a sudden turn when a stranger offers her something impossible: > A secret survival game. One winner. Ten million dollars. No rules. No second chances. Just one blood-soaked path to the top. Thrust into an underground world filled with desperate players, masked organizers, and deadly childhood games with twisted rules, Seraphina must use more than just her brains — she’ll have to face betrayal, alliances, mind games, and a past that refuses to stay buried. But in The Final Cut, the real game isn't just surviving. It's deciding what you're willing to become.

In a world carved by time and torn by ambition, the era of the 100th century teeters on the brink of annihilation. War drums echo across galaxies. Poverty, corruption, and destruction have become the rhythm of life. Countless forces—rulers, rebels, visionaries—race to shape the future in their own image, each believing they are the key to a new era. But when the world is drowning in selfish dreams, true change must rise from selfless hearts. Among the chaos, a new generation awakens—not born to conquer, but to protect. Not driven by greed, but by purpose. They are warriors, students, outcasts, and dreamers. They face impossible odds, ruthless enemies, and the darkest sides of humanity. Yet they march forward, not for glory... but to stop the coming war and restore peace to a shattered world. Step into a universe where the fate of eras lies not in might, but in the courage to do what is right

Pursued by killers, she barged into a man's private room and became his antidote. After a night of abandon, she coolly plunged a dagger into his chest and vanished. Little did she expect, the man became addicted and chased her to Graham City, tempting her by any means necessary to drown with him. "Erik, what do you like about me?" The man pinned the sulking girl against him and fiercely silenced her with a kiss. "Unless I die, otherwise, you'll spend your next life...

Chu Zhi wakes up in a parallel world as a fallen idol—once China’s top star, now drowning in scandals: plagiarism, secret marriage, cheating rumors. The original owner’s tragic death (thanks to severe depression) leaves him with a ruined reputation, loaded with massive debt, and a bizarre [Idol Personality System]. To survive, he must complete absurd tasks: devouring spicy hotpot before a concert, chugging alcohol before filming—things no sane celebrity would dare do. Each act earns him "points" to unlock blind boxes, but the public thinks he’s spiraling into madness. Yet, beneath the chaos, Chu Zhi clings to music and his loyal fans. Can he weaponize the system’s madness to clear his name… or will he become the entertainment industry’s most glorious trainwreck?

Life in a fantasy world isn’t the grand adventure the stories promise. Surviving in a land overrun by monsters is a constant struggle, where danger lurks at every turn and death is the only certainty. Happiness? Love? Luxuries for those who can afford them. In a society where magic is a rare privilege, power means everything. And despite decades of relentless effort, Dylan never managed to claim his share. Stuck in the lowest ranks of the army, he could do nothing as war consumed the continent… until his life came to a bitter, meaningless end, drowning in regret. But death wasn’t the end. Now, given a second chance, he refuses to be crushed by fate once more. This time, he’ll seize what once slipped through his fingers—a name he can’t forget.

"You think you have me cornered?! What does it equate to if the ground beneath your feet isn't even yours? Hahaha!" The maddening cackle of a psychopath echoed, the sky itself turning into pure darkness. The sun snuffed out like a candle as a dark and eerie grin replaced it. Pitch white stars for eyes, a hazy devilish grin that covered the entire firmament as the world was drowned into a hell scape in a second. As for the cause, he remained unfazed by it all, to him nothing more than a game as he lay waste to dimensions and realities alike.

A broke woman gets struck by lightning, wakes up with a money-making system, and goes from rags to riches—only to realize that true power isn’t just wealth… It's world domination. Struck by Lightning. Given Unlimited Power. Now, the World is Her Playground. Selene was just another struggling woman—cheated on, humiliated, drowning in debt—until the night everything changed. What happens when the richest person in the world stops playing by the rules?