Still In Diapers At 16

"My granddaughter will divorce Noah immediately, and we'll begin the preparations for her engagement with James Clifton. That's my final decision!” The matriarch declared, turning her gaze towards Noah, whom she considered less worthy than roadkill. “Or, you can just take the blame in place of Henry.” Voices rose in her support, urging Noah to accept his fate and go to jail for a crime he never committed. “Do you think a gutter rat like you compares with our precious Henry?” “You’re nothing but a worthless villager who got lucky by chance, but my daughter doesn't have to be tied to a fucking freeloader forever!” “Why Eliana ever agreed to marry you, I’ll never understand! I guess my lovely daughter has a heart of gold, but I won't let you take advantage of her!” Their eyes were cold and judgmental towards Noah, who was still an outsider after three years. “Just because you're allowed to live here, don't start thinking that you own the bloody palace! You’re nothing but a stain on this family’s name.” ***** Noah Kingsley– the heir to Edencrest Estate! He doesn't even need to walk amongst the mortals, for his lineage is one of Kings Yet, he lives a double life as Noah Turner, the downtrodden son-in-law of the Frost Family… all to repay a debt of his life saved by the girl, long long ago. Until one day… the Frosts force him to divorce his loving wife and take the blame for her cousin's heinous crime. Noah is ready to show the world his real power, but will his wife accept his new identity? What lies ahead for him at the family he was kicked out from, at the tender age of five? Will he ever be able to claim his place?

Alex blinked slowly. His brain struggled to process the scene. Then his gaze shifted to the man, the one proposing. Daniel Foster. The so-called cousin. Alex let out a quiet breath. “What the hell…” His voice wasn’t loud, but Lily heard it. Her head snapped toward him. For a brief moment her face froze. Then her expression turned cold. “Alex?” The crowd also noticed him. Students began whispering. “Who is that?” “Wait… I think I know him.” Alex walked forward a step. His eyes moved between Lily and Daniel, still trying to process what he was seeing. “Your cousin?” he asked slowly. “So… cousins propose with rings now?” Daniel frowned slightly. Lily’s face immediately darkened. “What are you doing here?” she snapped. Alex stared at her in shock. “You don't remember? I just got out today.” Her brows furrowed. “You shouldn’t be here.” Alex tilted his head and he scoffed loudly in disbelief. “Why not?” “Because you belong in prison,” Lily said looking irritated. The words hit him like a slap as he took a step back. The crowd gasped. Alex stared at her silently. “Prison?” he repeated quietly. “Yes.” Lily crossed her arms. “You’re a murderer, Alex. And murderers belong in prison.” The crowd erupted in whispers. “Murderer?” “Wait… I remember now!” “That’s him!” A girl pointed at Alex. “He’s the student who killed someone in a car accident three years ago!” Another student laughed. “Holy shit it really is him!” “So he’s out already?” “Why is he back here?” More people started whispering and pointing. Alex could hear everything clearly as he clenched and unclenched his fist. But his eyes never left Lily.

Duke Maxwell died in the arms of Liora, his abandoned wife, the woman who had loved him more than anyone else. He never realized how deeply misunderstandings had poisoned their relationship after he brought Consort Shera into his life. Shera had planted poison in his blood with the same cunning she had once used to sow hatred between Duke Maxwell and his devoted wife, Liora. In the final moments of his life, Maxwell remembered neither his power nor his pride. All he could see were Liora's tears falling onto the floor, mixing with snow, blood, and the blazing embers around them. Their child was born and died in an animal shed. Even so, Liora used the last of her strength and the boundless love she still carried for Maxwell to shield his dying body from a burning beam. Together, they drew their final breaths as the flames consumed the entire Maxwell family castle. Yet fate gave Maxwell one more chance. Time turned back three years before his death, A chance to atone for his sins, destroy the betrayal that had ruined everything, and perhaps... love Liora the way he should have from the beginning. But this request could only be granted once, and Maxwell would have to seek revenge while possessing only the limited authority granted to him as a Duke of the Empire. There was also a price for the wish he had made. He could not change fate itself. Would this second chance finally bring Maxwell happiness, or would everything become even more complicated when the Crown Prince set his eyes on Liora's beauty? And what role had the Emperor played in the former death of Maxwell, the loyal Duke who had faithfully served the throne for generations?

Weston Hale was once the underworld's most feared asset, codename the Calculator, a man who never carried a weapon because he never needed one. He mapped routines, found weaknesses, and let his targets destroy themselves. When a rival faction under Dorian Kessler killed his pregnant wife trying to kill him, Weston let the world believe he'd died too. Seven years later, he's a quiet small-city accountant, stepfather to Sienna Cortlandt's two children, rebuilding a life he never thought he'd get to keep. That life ends the day developer Garrick Vandermere sets his sights on the family's home. His enforcer, Cole Whitfield, escalates from paperwork to threats to violence, unaware he's provoking a man who doesn't fight, he calculates. Weston dismantles Vandermere's empire with quiet precision, but the very skill he uses to protect his family is the signature that alerts Kessler he's still alive. As Kessler closes in, Weston discovers Vandermere's project was secretly bankrolling Kessler's operation all along, and that his own former handler, Priya Osei, made a deal years ago that helped Kessler find him. Worse, he uncovers the truth Kessler never knew either: the order to kill Weston's family didn't come from Kessler at all. It came from The Ledger, the shadow agency Weston used to serve, because Weston had started protecting people the agency considered expendable. His new life wasn't an escape. It was a leash. To save Sienna, Judson, and Nora for good, Weston must destroy the organization that made him, using the only weapon he's ever trusted: the numbers. This is a story about a man forced to choose, once and for all, between the ghost he buried and the family he refuses to lose.

Ethan Moore spent ten years being the perfect husband. He worked sixteen hour shifts so his wife Claire could carry designer bags. He paid off his mother in law's credit card debt four times. He covered his brother in law's DUI lawyers, his daughter's private school tuition, and every vacation, every spa trip, every brunch bill that his family racked up without ever once saying thank you. And when he lay dying in a hospital bed with three cracked ribs and a punctured lung, not one of them held his hand. "I called the insurance company this morning. The payout is $750,000, but with the accidental clause, it bumps to 1.2 million." His wife crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone without looking at him once. "What about the stock options from his company? Those vest on death, don't they?" His mother in law leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded. And then his daughter, the girl he carried on his shoulders at county fairs, the girl he stayed up with during thunderstorms, looked up from her phone and said the words that stopped his heart. "You know he's not even my real dad, right? I just want to know if I still get stuff. I really need a new phone." He woke up three years in the past with every memory of his deathbed burned into his brain and a system that returned every dollar he spent tenfold. The man who once apologized to a waiter for sending back cold soup now buys $400,000 suits without blinking. The man who skipped his own father's funeral because his wife said they couldn't afford the flight now carries $20 million in his back pocket. The pushover is dead. And the people who killed him don't even know he's coming.

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."

"Take the lifeboat," his wife said coldly. "You're strong enough to survive." Those were the last words Dante Moretti heard before the woman he loved sailed away... with another man. Dante spent every penny he had to rent a luxury yacht, hoping to give his CEO wife the romantic proposal she had always dreamed of. Instead, she brought her handsome assistant, mocked Dante's love, and treated him like an inconvenience on his own surprise trip. Then a monstrous storm struck. Bleeding from a head wound and desperately fighting to keep the yacht from sinking, Dante begged his wife for help. "Ginevra... please. I can't hold the wheel alone." She never even looked at him. Instead, she chose her assistant. She gave him the only working lifeboat, stole the engagement ring Dante had bought for her, and left her own husband behind to drown in the freezing sea. As darkness swallowed him, Dante accepted that he had been abandoned by the woman he loved. But the ocean refused to let him die. Deep beneath the waves lay an ancient sanctuary where forgotten gods had slept for thousands of years. There, Dante was chosen by the God of War, inherited the supreme legacy of the Sea God Dragon, and awakened as the new Sea God Commander. The weak husband everyone mocked died beneath the ocean. The man who returned was a ruler of the seas, a dragon whose command could shake heaven and earth. Now, his CEO wife believes his divorce is nothing more than an empty threat, while the assistant who stole her heart eagerly waits to take Dante's place. They think he will beg. They think he still loves them. They are about to learn the terrifying truth. The man they abandoned no longer wants revenge. He won't forgive anyone.