Épouser À La Place De Quelqu'un

Adrian Vale has spent most of his life learning how to be invisible. As a scholarship student surrounded by wealth, he endures quiet humiliation, borrowed dignity, and the unspoken rule that people like him are meant to stay small. He works harder, speaks less, and lowers his gaze not because he lacks pride, but because survival demands it. When his girlfriend betrays him for a richer man and his classmates turn his struggle into entertainment, Adrian reaches what should have been his breaking point. Instead, something impossible happens. A single transaction changes everything. Behind the life of scarcity Adrian has always known lies a truth carefully hidden from him: he is the heir to a powerful business empire. Wealth he never touched. Power he never asked for. A legacy withheld to protect him. But money does not erase humiliation. Even after the truth begins to surface, Adrian is still doubted, dismissed, and challenged by a world that refuses to believe someone like him could belong at the top. Rather than announcing his rise, he chooses silence. Rather than chasing revenge, he lets systems, institutions, and authority expose the people who underestimated him. As Adrian steps from campus life into the ruthless world of business, he must learn that power attracts enemies far more dangerous than bullies, and that restraint can be more devastating than rage. While some who once mocked him seek forgiveness, others double down, determined to pull him back into the place they believe he belongs.

Would you believe it if your best friend told you that he has been living in the world for four hundred years? What is the reason for this - a wonderful gift, which he acquired at a terrible price and continues to pay for it to this day? That he was familiar with Catherine de Medici, Stefan Batory, Nostradamus? That's what I didn't believe at first. But he told me such details that I could not help thinking: what if this is true?

In a world divided by power and lineage, **Arin Valenhart**, a 34-year-old illegitimate son of the cruel Emperor James Ron Valenhart, rises from a life of neglect and obscurity to achieve greatness. As one of the thirteen imperial knight captains in the notorious Valenhart Empire, Arin's exceptional intellect and fervent determination place him at the pinnacle of martial prowess, earning him a distinction that incites envy among the royal family.  When the Emperor's trueborn heirs perceive Arin as a threat to their supremacy, they plot to eliminate him, sending him to the perilous borders teeming with cult fanatics armed with only a handful of knights. Betrayed and fatally wounded, Arin breathes his last, only to awaken in a new body—**Crown Prince Rael Lunaris**, of the powerful Lunaris Kingdom. Having been reincarnated as the crown prince, Rael combines Arin's memories and skills, unleashing his potential as he navigates the treacherous waters of royal politics, siblings envious for their father's favor, and the ever-looming dangers of external forces like cult factions. As he struggles to assert his identity amidst familial rivalry and burgeoning threats to the realm, Rael embarks on a journey toward destiny that will not only redefine his life but also impact the future of the Lunaris Kingdom itself. In this epic tale of ambition, betrayal, and the battle for legacy, alliances will be forged, secrets will be unveiled, and the fate of the lands will hang in the balance as shadows of the past collide with the promises of a new dawn. Will Rael uncover the strength within to secure his lineage and protect his kingdom, or will the ghosts of his former life consume him once more?

House Valin was once the greatest sovereign bloodline in all nine realms. Then Emrys Valin destroyed it for love. Blinded by his obsession with Diane Croft, Emrys signed a contract that was meant to unite two noble Houses. Instead, it became the chain that dragged House Valin into ruin. Its wealth was stolen. Its allies were hunted down. Its enemies rose from the shadows. And the family that once protected the realms fell. He watched his father, the mighty Kane Valin, executed before the eyes of the realm. He watched his sister burn alive inside their home. The powers that were meant to be his to inherit turn their backs on him. For three centuries, Emrys wandered through war, death, and collapsing realms, trying to restore the order he helped destroy. He fought monsters, demons, apex beasts, and primordial horrors, climbing toward the final trial that would decide whether he would reach the last gates of Ascension and become an Empyrean…or perish forgotten. But at the end of his journey, guilt still caught up with him. And he failed. The realms fell. His companions died. And Emrys Valin perished with them. Then he opened his eyes. Three hundred years in the past. Back to the very night he doomed House Valin. The banquet. The contract. The beginning of the end. This time, Emrys will not fall for the lies. This time, he will reclaim everything stolen from his bloodline. And this time… The Realms will remember why House Valin was once feared among the divine! And he will etch his name into a place where not even his forefathers could reach!

The Cursed Town is a gripping supernatural thriller that takes readers into the heart of a mysterious town shrouded in secrets and whispers. Nestled in a forgotten corner of the world, Cedar Hollow is a place where the veil between the living and the dead is disturbingly thin, and the past seems to haunt every corner of the town. With a history that’s been buried by its inhabitants, Cedar Hollow’s residents are bound by a terrifying curse that has plagued them for generations. The town’s sinister reputation is whispered in hushed tones, and its eerie atmosphere leaves all who visit unsettled. But Sophie Rivers, a young journalist with a personal stake in uncovering the truth, isn’t easily deterred. Sophie arrives in Cedar Hollow to investigate the sudden disappearance of her estranged brother, Nathan, who had been living in the town. Determined to uncover the truth, Sophie soon discovers that her brother’s disappearance is only one of many, and all signs point to a dark, supernatural force that has plagued the town for centuries. As Sophie digs deeper into the history of Cedar Hollow, she uncovers a tragic tale of betrayal, sorrow, and a pact made long ago by the town’s founding families, a pact that cursed the very land and its people. With the help of an enigmatic local historian named Elliot Voss, Sophie begins to unravel the mystery, but every revelation brings her closer to a horrifying truth. The curse is not just a legend—it’s alive, and it’s growing stronger. As strange and supernatural events begin to escalate, Sophie finds herself in a battle for her life, trying to break the curse before it consumes not only her brother but herself as well.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

The Numenorian Empire. A land ruled by a handful of individuals with the power to harness the elements and push their bodies to its utmost fighting potential. For eons it has enjoyed its place at the top of the food chain; the Imperial Numerators working hard to maintain Emperor Babbage's rule against both internal and external forces. In the Empire's hubris, they pushed the Denominators, the ones gifted with an affinity for smithing and the power to bestow enchantments, to their utmost limit...All while treating them like the dirt off their heel.Numerators gloated their superiority, often at their partner Denominator's expense as the former used the latter for all sorts of things. Live target practice, general punching bags, others even abused their partners to the point of driving them to suicide. It was a system that fostered superiority in firepower and physical prowess, one that's all too common in such a medieval setting.Enter then 24-year-old Crimson.Having been reincarnated against her will, she'll have to do her best to make the most of the bad hand dealt to her by fate. Born not as a powerful Numerator capable of wielding the elements themselves, but instead with the skillset befitting of a lowly Denominator, the former unemployed medical graduate will struggle not only against the growing unrest within the Empire but also with her own acquired neuroses and fluctuating teenage hormones.It's hard enough being a modern woman in a backwater world, it's even more insufferable when you know you can make a difference. Armed with only her vast amounts of random knowledge and gameplay-molded logic, Crimson will try to mold the world around her in her own modern standards. It should be easy, right?Too bad she never finished her engineering degree.

Edgar, a young slave, gets slapped into the creepy valley of vipers, a place of utter darkness. His failure to return might not end the world full of freakish cultivators, but it would mean Fabby, his elder sister, has to spend her slave life alone among smiling predators that threaten her life and honor. But how can a cripple and an inexperienced Edgar survive the fall, then climb the valley that not even the most heinous criminals of the world would choose for a hiding spot? Even if he somehow does, will he continue to live as a slave, or will he fight for his and his sister’s ‘freedom’- the word a slave never even dared to whisper and live another day? Will Edgar keep swimming in suffering, or will he sink his teeth into the sharks that surround the siblings? “One day, I’ll set up an inn, and people will call me the Lady Innkeeper Fabby!” said Fabby, with her pretty nose turned up a bit. “Sounds cool, but what about me?” the innocent younger brother, Edgar, pulled her skirt and asked while licking on tamarind candy. “You’ll be a waiter, of course,” she assured. “Eh? Waiter?" his cute little expression warped very fast. "No, I don’t want it.” “You won't be a regular waiter but the head waiter!” “Still, no,” he shook his little head a little too quickly. “Why don’t you be the head waitress, and I’ll be the innkeeper!” “Huh? Then what’s the point of me dreaming of becoming an innkeeper, you idiot!” she caught his ear for a good bit of twisting. "Ow, ow, ow!"

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.