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Only After My Family Sold Me to an Illegal Mine Did They Learn I Was a God of War

Only After My Family Sold Me to an Illegal Mine Did They Learn I Was a God of War

488 Views · Ongoing · Chau
After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.
After I Burned the House Down and Faked My Death, the Two Alphas Finally Regretted It

After I Burned the House Down and Faked My Death, the Two Alphas Finally Regretted It

616 Views · Ongoing · Hannah Air
I always thought if I just held on a little longer, I could still keep this family together.
But my mate Ethan and my brother William poured all their favoritism onto Ava and her mother, and left me nothing but coldness and humiliation.
They could even look me in the eye and say, “She’s your sister too,” like that was enough to make me bless them.
That night, I did something so insane it bordered on self-destruction: I dragged my suitcase out the door and let the house that held all my memories get swallowed by flames.
The news exploded, our villa became ruins. The security footage showed “no one leaves,” and the police made a preliminary judgment that the person inside was “highly likely deceased.”
Ethan didn’t believe it.
Not until he and William were handed that bag of belongings at the police station, a diamond, a Blood Moonstone, the things I treasured most, did they finally understand: I wasn’t throwing a tantrum. I was really, truly done with them.
Too bad.
Wanting The Wrong Brother

Wanting The Wrong Brother

700 Views · Ongoing · Leah AL
“No woman has ever made this cold heart race,” he murmurs.
“Except you.”
......

Valentine’s Day was supposed to be the night I told my best friend Ethan how I felt.
Instead, I kissed his dangerous twin.

A month later my mother married their father. Elias became my stepbrother.
He still has private photos of me I never knew existed. When I find them, trust nearly shatters. He destroys them—but forgiveness is harder.

While I fall for the wrong brother, Ethan’s jealousy turns darker. He uses what he knows about Elias’s past, and about Vivian, the older woman who once left real scars, to make me doubt everything.

Vivian contacts me herself. She doesn’t want him back. She only warns me about the difference between being wanted and being possessed.

My mother demands I end it for the family. Ethan threatens to expose us.
Everyone has decided what I should do.

I spent three years waiting for Ethan to choose me.
I will not let anyone else choose for me now.

Even if the brother I choose is the wrong one.
My parents are pressuring me to donate a kidney to my younger brother because I have late-stage bone cancer.

My parents are pressuring me to donate a kidney to my younger brother because I have late-stage bone cancer.

1.2k Views · Ongoing · Angela
My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.