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Married To My Crush's Nightmare

Serena Everhart (FL) Lorenzo Salvatore (ML) All her life, Serena Everhart had been the invisible servant in her own home—used, unloved, and overlooked. The only light in her bleak world was her secret crush: her brother’s enigmatic and powerful best friend, Lorenzo Salvatore, a billionaire CEO with the charm of a saint and the secrets of a devil. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changed. Suddenly, her cold family began treating her like a princess. Confused but hopeful, Serena never imagined she was being groomed for a business deal. She was forced into marriage with the man she adored—completely unaware of his dark, obsessive side. What she thought was a dream quickly became a nightmare. Lorenzo wasn't the gentle man she had imagined—he was possessive, ruthless, and demanded complete control. Ignored when she cried for help, abused by his brother, and treated like a servant by his family, Serena suffered in silence. Then came the ultimate betrayal. Manipulated by his mother—who accused Serena of cheating and claimed the child wasn’t his since he had never touched her—Lorenzo threw Serena out of his house in the middle of the night, refusing to hear a word in her defense. Years later, she’s no longer a naive girl. She’s a successful actress, a proud mother of twins, and a woman who rose from ashes. But when Lorenzo discovers the truth, he wants her back. Unfortunately for him... She’s not the girl he married—and she’s not his to claim anymore.
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"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
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