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The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."
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After the Contract Marriage with the Tycoon

by: 织墨 Everyone knew that Ye Tingtong was the little tail of the Shen family’s young master, Shen Minghuai. However, apart from his stunning looks, he had nothing else to offer. Shen Minghuai was utterly annoyed by this. No matter how much he rejected Ye Tingtong, the latter always wore a warm smile, clearly head over heels in love with him. During a gathering at the Shen family villa, Shen Minghuai was playing a game of passing a tissue with his mouth with a girl next to him. Ye Tingtong, who was “deeply in love” with Shen Minghuai, sat nearby, head lowered, dejectedly reaching for snacks in front of him. He didn’t care whether Shen Minghuai liked him or not. As long as this relationship kept him from being used as a marriage tool by the Ye family to marry some old man, that was enough. Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a cold, detached voice suddenly came from the staircase on the second floor. “You’re being very noisy.” Shen Minghuai was so startled that the tissue in his mouth fell out. “Uncle?!” Shen Minghuai’s uncle, the current head of the Shen family— Shen Jin. Dressed in a tailored suit, tall and imposing, he stood at the top of the stairs, his commanding presence making everyone below avoid his gaze. Ye Tingtong put down his snack: Who is this? So intimidating. Before he could even look up, he felt a scrutinizing gaze fall on him. Ye Tingtong’s hair stood on end. This was someone he couldn’t afford to mess with. Later, when Ye Tingtong saw Shen Jin again at the Shen residence, he was carrying a glass of honey water for the hungover Shen Minghuai. The two unexpectedly met in the hallway. Shen Jin: “There’s someone in his room.” Ye Tingtong quickly understood and was about to leave when Shen Jin glanced at the honey water in his hand. Tentatively, Ye Tingtong offered it, “Uncle, would you like some?” Shen Jin took the glass and left with a remark, “Call me Shen Jin.” Later, when Shen Minghuai couldn’t find Ye Tingtong anywhere, he knocked on the study door, “Uncle, is Tingtong here?” Ye Tingtong was pressed against the door, his hazy consciousness briefly clearing, “Shen Jin…” Before he could finish, his lips were gently kissed. Then, he heard Shen Jin’s deep, husky voice. “He’s not here.”
Not_a_Saint · 6.7K Views
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