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#Runaway bride#

Chapter 1

If you want to kill someone tragically, how would you do it? Not just any death, but one that leaves a lasting ache in the hearts of those who knew them.

I could list so many ways, a car crash on a rainy night, a sudden illness, but you know what truly qualifies as a tragic death? A death that resonates with the deepest kind of sorrow?

Death from a broken heart.

Hehe.

Imagine the scene: the person you love, the one you’ve built your world around, coldly telling you how...

My vision blurred, the edges of my sight darkening into a suffocating tunnel until I could see nothing but swirling grey. I struggled to breathe, each ragged gasp a desperate plea for air, for life. As I did, I felt a bone-chilling cold seep into my very being, numbing the pain, extinguishing the fire, and then…nothing. Just an echoing emptiness.

When I awoke, I was here, inhabiting the body of a sixteen-year-old girl with long, thick half curled hair and wide, innocent eyes, in a world that...

Vanity Saint Michael, a mere awakened character in a book.

I was sixteen in this world when I abruptly awakened to this horrifying truth, so how exactly did I end up here?

In my original world, I had a mother and a father and was their only child, doted on but never spoiled, my mother though seemingly gentle was a strict woman and my father even if he loved me loved his wife more.

‘I can only have this one wife, but I can always have other children. They may not be like you but as our first...

Everyone reaches a breaking point eventually. Women, often perceived as inherently compassionate and understanding, are perhaps more subtly susceptible. It's a tragic irony, considering the profound experiences they endure.

Consider the unique burden a woman carries – the tiny, parasitic life growing within her, culminating in the excruciating pain of childbirth. Have you ever truly comprehended the agony of labor?

Perhaps, let's rewind slightly. A woman's menstrual cycle can be a monthly...

I am a slut. There I admitted it, but I am a slut only in my mind. Thinking all those filthy thoughts and never really doing them. In fact, I have a buddy, but I am still not satisfied. He does do his duty, but he is rarely around. Going through a dry spell of not getting dick for two weeks is a terrible feeling. I have gone through three vibrators already, and that is because I’m a horny bitch who has gotten off a minimum of four times a day, and those days are because I am busy.

Now what is...

“You are my wife! Why can’t you be obedient? She is just a friend. Why do you have to embarrass her?”

I blinked slightly confused but recovered quickly.

A moment ago, I was doing so many brain-dead things against my will, but now I could move on my own initiative instead of screaming in my mind. “I want a divorce!” I roared at the man before me. Even if he was extremely handsome, the way he had treated me for all these years, knowing him for another woman, he should be jump-kicked to Mars....