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Wed to the War King   CHAPTER 2: The Secret Admirer And Other Crimes Queen Aria's POV The training yard was my sanctuary—the one place where the weight of my crown didn't choke me. The rhythmic  clang  of steel against steel, the burn in my muscles, the way the world narrowed to just this moment, this breath, this strike— And then the velvet box appeared. One moment, the weapons rack held only my well-worn practice swords. The next, a small package sat perched atop them, tied with a silver ribbon that matched Vareen's crest. Oh, hell no. "Poison?" Rina, my ever-vigilant guard, lunged forward, hand on her own blade. I flipped the box open with my dagger. Nestled inside was a delicate hairpin—crafted to look like a flickering flame, the jewels catching the morning light. A note curled beneath it: For when you want to stab me in style. -K I scowled. "He's mocking me." Rina coughed. "Or flirting." I snapped the box shut. "Same thing....

Wed to the War King SYNOPSIS: When warrior Queen Aria and frost King Kael enter a marriage of convenience to unite their warring kingdoms, they expect betrayal—not the searing connection that forms when Aria takes a poisoned blade for him. With her life hanging by a thread, Kael tears both realms apart to save her, forcing bitter enemies to work together and revealing his secret devotion. As Aria wakes to a changed world—their armies united, their people healing—they must confront the dangerous truth: their political alliance has become something real, just as old enemies emerge from the shadows to destroy them both. A sword-sharp romance where love doesn't just cross battle lines—it erases them. (Enemies-to-lovers, marriage of convenience, "who hurt you" vibes.)  C HAPTER 1: The War Ends With a Ring Queen Aria's POV I was going to murder him. Not later. Not in some strategic, politically advantageous way.  Right now. King Kael of Vareen stood across the batt...

The Accidental Love Note Chapter 1: Wrong Number, Right Problem Dear Neighbor Im moving to Paris today. Please water my plants. Key under the mat. P.S. Dont kill Geraldine (the spider plant). Shes dramatic. My phone buzzed as I sprinted to my Uber. Unknown Number: Youre leaving Geraldine with a stranger? Thats cold. My stomach dropped. Wrong number. Me: OH GOD SORRY! Wrong person! Please delete! Unknown Number: Too late. Ive already named the fern Steve. Were invested. And just like that, Ethan became the only good part of my disastrous move. Two weeks in, Paris was a nightmare. My boss, Margot, a razor-sharp Frenchwoman with a permanent scowl, hated me on sight. Your presentation is... how you say... merde, Margot sneered, tossing my work in the trash. Do it again. I texted Ethan, fingers shaking. Me: I think my boss wants me dead. Ethan: Give me her address. Ill forget to water her plants. I laughed so hard I cried. Then Ethan went silent. No replies for three days. My messag...

The Glow-Up Game by cleenTeenStories Chapter 1: Burn It Down (Complete One-Shot Story) Mia Carter learned the hard way that kindness is a currency bullies don't accept. The soda dumped down her white blouse was still freezing cold when she heard the laughter. Stacey Miller's high-pitched giggle cut through the cafeteria noise like a knife. "Oops! Guess you're even more transparent now," she sneered, waving her empty cup while Jason—Mia's now-ex boyfriend—filmed it all on his phone. "Come on, babe," Jason had said just last week when she caught him texting other girls, "you know I'd never actually cheat. You're being paranoid." Today, his arm was slung around Stacey's waist as he smirked at Mia's ruined clothes. "Should've seen your face just now," he laughed. "Priceless." Something inside Mia cracked. The Breaking Point That night, Mia stared at her reflection—red-rimmed eyes, soda-stiff hair,...

  Title: Married by 9, Divorced by 5 🔥 SYNOPSIS: When feminist assistant Lila Iyer is forced into a fake marriage with her billionaire boss Bentley Ryder to save his reputation, they agree: no feelings, no drama, just business. But when exes, secrets, and unexpected kisses get in the way, their pretend marriage starts feeling a little too real. 💘 TROPES: ✔ Fake Marriage ✔ Billionaire Boss x Assistant ✔ Enemies-to-Lovers (kind of) ✔ Slow Burn Romance 📌 Think: The Proposal meets Crazy Rich Asians — with a spicy dash of feminist sass and billionaire charm. Part 1: The Proposal I Didn't Ask For (Unless It's Pizza) Let me just start by saying this: I don’t believe in marriage. You could literally bring Beyoncé herself to officiate my wedding, and I’d still rather marry a croissant. But life? Life has this nasty little habit of saying “Oh, you hate something? Cool. Let me throw you directly into it and watch you flail like a drunk duck.” And that's exactly how I, ...

  Title: Married by 9, Divorced by 5 Part 2: Ring Before Spring (or My Mother Will Disown Me) Fake engagement rule #1: Never tell your mother. Fake engagement rule #2: ESPECIALLY don't tell your immigrant, romantically unhinged, chai-obsessed mother who’s been manifesting your wedding since the day you learned to walk straight. Guess what Bentley did by 8 a.m.? I stormed in like a caffeinated raccoon, flinging open the glass door. “You. Called. My. Mother.” Bentley, innocent as ever, looked up from his laptop. “Oh yay! Morning, wife.” “Don’t wife me, you snitchy little corgi. Why would you call Amma ?!” He looked genuinely confused. “Because… she sent you 11 missed calls titled ‘Are You Dead?’ and I panicked?” “You could’ve texted her back ! Instead you told her we’re engaged?!” Bentley leaned back, hands behind his head, full smug mode activated. “Relax, Lila. I was charming. She likes me.” “That’s the problem !” He blinked. “Wait… is this the first time she’s lik...

  Title: Married by 9, Divorced by 5 Part 3: Red Carpet, Red Flags, Red Lipstick (a.k.a. The Night I Accidentally Flirted With My Fake Husband) Here’s a universal truth no one warns you about: You don’t realize you’re falling for your fake husband until he shows up in a tux, hands you your favorite snack, and says, “You ready to destroy some billionaires with your beauty tonight?” And suddenly your feminist values glitch like a busted Wi-Fi router. Bentley’s Penthouse – aka Barbie DreamHouse for Billionaire Himbo Men I was mid-scream at my eyeliner (it was rebelling, as usual) when Bentley knocked on the door to the guest bedroom I’d been occupying for exactly three hours. Because apparently, showing up to a billionaire gala as a couple means getting ready together. (I was against it. HR would be against it. But his puppy-dog eyes won, like they always do.) “Lila?” he called. “Do you need help?” “Unless you’ve mastered liquid eyeliner and feminist rage, NO.” He pe...

  Title: Married by 9, Divorced by 5 Part 4: One Bed, Two Idiots, Zero Chill (aka The Trip That Broke My Brain) I would like to begin this chapter with a simple public service announcement: If your billionaire boss-slash-fake fiancé suggests a “surprise romantic weekend trip to solidify our story,” RUN. Run like your ex is holding a ukelele. Because otherwise you will end up—like me—in the middle of nowhere, in a five-star cabin, next to the hottest man alive , with exactly one bed and no escape route. Welcome to my TED Talk. Friday, 4:48 p.m. | The Cabin of Doom (and Potential Feelings) “Okay, this isn’t so bad,” I lied, standing in the center of a Pinterest-perfect cabin while my soul left my body. Bentley grinned as he flopped on the only bed. “I know, right? Cozy! Rustic! Intimate!” “WHERE IS THE SECOND BED, RYDER?!” He patted the mattress like it was a puppy. “Plot twist: there isn’t one.” I stared at him. He stared back with those huge eyes and an expression...

  Title: Married by 9, Divorced by 5 Part 5: The Fiancé Files a PR Emergency (aka We’re Having a Wedding in 3 Weeks & I Just Found Out from Instagram) You know what’s better than waking up in a billionaire’s bed? Absolutely anything else. Especially when the billionaire in question is your fake fiancé and your feelings are getting squishier than microwaved marshmallows. Especially-especially when you open your phone and see this on his company’s official Instagram: 🥂 BIG NEWS: Bentley Ryder & his fiancée Lila Iyer will be tying the knot in 3 weeks at the exclusive Blue Haven Estate! 💍💐 Save the date—this love story is just getting started! 💖 #RyderInLove #CEOFiancé I dropped my phone. Screamed into a pillow. Then chucked that pillow at Bentley’s unsuspecting head. Because this is war now. Back at the Penthouse of Lies & Latte Machines “Bentley Alexander Ryder!” He shuffled in, hair a mess, wearing pajama pants with golden retrievers on them. “Wha...

  Title: Married by 9, Divorced by 5 Chapter 6: Ex Marks the Plot Twist (a.k.a. This Wedding Has More Red Flags Than a Formula 1 Race) Let me be clear: I was not going to snoop. I am not a snooper. I am a grown woman with principles and a curated list of feminist podcasts. But when you get an anonymous email at midnight with a photo of your fake fiancé looking like he’s auditioning for The Notebook 2: This Time It’s Someone Else , you stop being a functioning adult and start spiraling faster than a tumbleweed in a telenovela. Especially when the photo is timestamped from three weeks ago. Before the fake engagement. When Bentley was allegedly too busy running a billion-dollar empire to date. Wanna know what’s harder than ignoring feelings? Pretending they never existed in the first place. Espresso & Emotional Damage I was in the kitchen slamming coffee like it owed me money when Bentley walked in. Sleep-rumpled. Barefoot. Wearing a hoodie that said “CEO of Your...