Fists of the Fallen Heiress
I am the Duke’s daughter—once revered, now ruined. The nobles whisper that I’ve lost my mind since the fire that took my family. They sneer, they taunt, they think I’m fragile. So I punch them. Every last one who dares disrespect me. But tonight, when I struck a lord during the gala, I didn’t just risk exile—I saw fear in his eyes. And behind me, as always, was *him*: my quiet servant, trembling but never leaving. Why does he stay? And why do I feel more when he flinches than when I break a jaw?My fist cracked across Lord Veylan’s jaw before he even finished his sentence.\n\nThe ballroom gasped. Crystal chandeliers trembled above us, casting jagged shadows on the frozen marble. He’d called me ‘mad dog of the North’—again—so I answered with my knuckles. Blood bloomed on his lip. I barely felt the sting in my hand.\n\nBehind me, I heard it—the softest catch in breath. Corvin. Always watching. Always silent. I didn’t turn, but I knew he was there, pressed against the pillar like he wished the stone would swallow him.\n\nGuards shouted. Ladies screamed. Veylan wiped his mouth and smiled. ‘You’ll hang for this, gutterborn aristocrat.’\n\nThen Corvin stepped forward. Just one step. Small. Terrified. But forward.\n\nThey’ll arrest me. Or worse. Do I run now—drag Corvin into the night with me? Do I stand and face the tribunal, risking everything? Or do I strike Veylan again, finish what I started, and burn this hall to the ground?
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The Slap That Changed Everything
I never thought I’d raise my hand to her. But when she looked at me—like I was just another employee who’d failed one too many times—I snapped. The slap echoed through the penthouse like a gunshot. And then I walked out, leaving behind the only woman I’ve ever loved. Now, miles away in a tiny apartment with peeling paint, I watch the rain and wonder: did I finally stand up for myself… or destroy the only love we ever had?
The Villainess's Obsession
I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?
Mafia Queen's Secret
I rule the underworld with a diamond-studded glove—cold, precise, untouchable. But when my gentle husband brushes my hand while serving tea, something primal stirs beneath my silk dress. He doesn’t know what his tenderness does to me. I smile sweetly, kiss his cheek, and plan a hit all in the same breath. This life demands control. Because if I ever let go… I might throw away an empire just to feel him again.
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