After My Husband Was Assassinated, I Became the Queen of the Underworld

During my job interview,the department head,Richard Baxter,found an excuse to deliberately grazed my chest. Throughout my internship,he’d“accidentally”pat my butt. When it came time for my permanent position evaluation,he hinted that staying meant sexual favors. Later,at a company event,he t

On our seventh anniversary, Alexander Fitzgerald and I decided to get each other's names tattooed.

My boyfriend,Luke Harper,was a bomb disposal specialist. To save a woman,he endured inhumane torture by a terrorist organization—severed fingers,sliced tendons,the tip of his tongue cut off. From a prodigy to a drooling,broken man. He didn't know the woman was the first love of the terrorist

The kidnapper originally intended to abduct the school belle,but instead,he kidnapped the girl who was trailing behind her,the one who was often the butt of jokes. He grabbed my collar and was about to slit my throat with a knife. I directly planted a kiss on his lips and defiantly tilted hi

Our daughter Lily was brought back to the family. Yet my wife Peyton ordered someone to break her legs and throw her into a wolf cage. It was just because her precious adopted daughter Maya sprained her ankle while showing Lily around the mansion. Peyton had ten steel nails driven into Lily’s legs,

I was diagnosed with cancer.It’s curable,but my husband wants me to give up. My parents came to see me,and I pinned my last vestiges of hope on them. But they were only here to ask for money—for my brother’s wedding. Finally,I turned to my only son. His eyes blazed with a cold, seething ha