
Melody Krystal
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Novels by Melody Krystal

War God is Back for his Mother
She left her husband on their wedding night... to spend the night with another man.
On the night they were meant to start their life together, Selena Sterling slips out of her honeymoon suite to comfort her sick assistant leaving her new husband with a shattered promise.
Everyone thinks Dennis Doom is gentle, fragile, and harmless.
Only Alex Crown knows better.
For three years, Alex loved her crazily— hiding his true identity, abandoning a life of unimaginable power and giving everything to the woman he loved. But when she chooses another man’s tears over her husband’s heart, something in him finally breaks.
She thinks he’s just an ordinary man—one who will always forgive, always wait, always stay.
She has no idea the man she's pushing away is the legendary commander who built her empire from the shadows... or that the moment he walks away, everything she owns will begin to crumble.
And while Selena struggles to save a marriage she believes is still under control, the helpless assistant she keeps defending is quietly tightening the noose around her life.
When the truth finally comes to light, will she still have a husband to fight for? Or will she watch the man she abandoned become the king she can never reach again?
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Chapter: Chapter 145: Pebbles
The bitter, driving rain turned to sleet by midnight, hammering against the frosted windows of the Metropolitan Free Charity Clinic.Selena sat on a cracked plastic chair in the crowded, fluorescent-lit waiting corridor, her head spinning with nausea and feverish chills. Her left arm was bound in a crude, bulky fiberglass cast that an overworked resident had slapped together without pain medication, while four crude black stitches pulled the jagged laceration on her forearm closed. Every beat of her pulse sent a thbbing wave of white-hot agony radiating straight into her shoulder."Miss Sterling?" A harried triage nurse called out, tossing a clipboard onto the counter. "Your municipal emergency card was declined. The state welfare fund doesn't cover secondary infection antibiotics or oral analgesics for unbonded applicants. That will be eighty-five dollars out-of-pocket.""Eighty-five dollars...?" Selena whispered, her voice cracking as she raised her hollow, pale face. She clutch
Last Updated: 2026-10-05
Chapter: Chapter 144: Ambush in the Gutter
The cold rain picked up again by late evening, drumming relentlessly against the grimy lampposts and slick brick walls of the southern warehouse district. Having concluded seven grueling hours of closed-door depositions at the High Provincial Criminal Tribunal—where she had clinically laid bare every single fraud and lie Dennis Doom had ever committed—Selena trudged back toward her suburban flat. She had refused the state prosecutor’s offer of an armored transit van; she felt she had no right to government protection, no right to shelter, and no right to comfort. Every step in her thin, worn flats sent a shooting pang of pain up her calves. Her breath plumed in shivering, ragged gasps. She turned into the narrow, unlit pedestrian alleyway cutting behind the rusted freight depot—a shortcut that chopped two miles off her walk home. The alley was dark, flanked by towering chain-link fences and mountains of discarded wooden cargo pallets, smelling of rotted paper, diesel grime, and wet
Last Updated: 2026-10-04
Chapter: Chapter 143: Mirror of Cracked Glass
The single sixty-watt bulb dangling from the ceiling flickered once, buzzed like a dying insect, and plunged the small suburban flat back into sickly grey shadows. Morning had arrived without warmth. A dreary, slate-colored light pushed through the grimy window, illuminating the tin sink where the black ashes of Dennis’s burnt letter had washed down into the rusted drain. Selena stood before the small, cracked mirror hanging crookedly above the cold-water basin. Her reflection looked like a ghost carved from chalk. The high-society socialite who once had three personal stylists to choose her morning silk blouses was completely gone. Her cheeks were hollow, her cheekbones jutting sharp beneath paper-thin, sallow skin. Her eyes, once brimming with an untouchable, haughty pride, were sunken into dark, purple hollows that spoke of sleepless nights and endless, weeping self-reproach. With numb, trembling fingers, Selena smoothed down the collar of the only clean garment she owned: a fa
Last Updated: 2026-10-03
Chapter: Chapter 142: Voices on the Screen
The small neon sign above the corner diner buzzed with a dull flicker, humming like an angry hornet in the evening drizzle.Selena pushed open the squeaking aluminum door, the smell of burnt fryer grease, stale cabbage, and cheap vinegar washing over her shivering frame. Her thin canvas flats were soaked completely through from the four-mile walk from the industrial sector. Every step squelched softly against the cracked red linoleum floor, leaving faint, damp smudges behind her.She reached into her frayed coat pocket, her numb fingers wrapping around a crumpled five-dollar bill—the absolute last paper note she had to her name until her bi-weekly archive filing check cleared on Friday."Bowl of bean broth and two day-old bread rolls," Selena whispered to the greasy-aproned line cook behind the counter, keeping her face lowered, the damp strands of her tangled hair shielding her sunken cheeks.The cook didn't even look at her face. He slid a chipped ceramic bowl filled with lukew
Last Updated: 2026-10-02
Chapter: Chapter 141: Ashes of a Name
Beside them, Arencia closed her leather portfolio with a crisp, authoritative snap, her red lips curving into a poised, icy smirk as she stepped past Selena without sparing her a single downward glance. "The demolition crews have already been dispatched for the exterior signage, Mr. Crown," Arencia reported smoothly. "The sovereign defense banners will be raised over Sector Nine by noon." "Proceed," Alex commanded quietly. Without another word, without a single backward glance, Alex walked straight past the shattered woman on the steps, flanked by Vivienne and Arencia, stepping through the glass doors into the vast industrial empire that had once belonged to her family. Behind them, the heavy reinforced doors clicked shut with a pressurized, airtight hiss, sealing them into their golden, sovereign world. Outside on the freezing granite steps, Selena sank down until her knees hit the cold stone. She buried her face in her chapped, trembling hands, her body shaking with violen
Last Updated: 2026-09-30
Chapter: Chapter 140: Crucibles, Not Memories
The cold wind whistling across the wide granite steps carried the faint smell of wet dust, drying ink, and raw exhaust.The silence hanging over the municipal plaza was suffocating. Dozens of commercial rivals, scrap-metal dealers, and city bailiffs stood rooted to the pavement behind the barricades, completely paralyzed by the sheer, crushing magnitude of what had just unfolded before their eyes. Two hundred and ten million dollars in pure sovereign liquidity, transferred with a single stroke of a pen in ten seconds flat, swallowing the entire forty-year industrial foundation of the Sterling Group whole.Standing five stone steps above the auction table, Selena felt her knees turn completely to jelly.A wild, frantic heat surged straight into her throat, choking her breath as hot, blinding tears spilled down her pale, hollow cheeks. She clutched her hands tightly against the frayed fabric of her coat over her pounding heart.He bought it, her mind cried out in an overwhelming, d
Last Updated: 2026-09-30
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