Death of Loved Ones
Who’s the Prey Now?
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My sister is dead. She committed suicide for a man.
When I was sorting through her belongings, I found a pair of handcuffs and some photographs.
In the photos, she was completely naked, her body covered in bruises.
A rush of blood surged through me, my whole body turned cold, and I was instantly overwhelmed by an indescribable terror and confusion.
But I didn’t know yet that the person who started all this had no intention of stopping.
And I was his next target.
The Emperor’s Daughter is My Prey
My Mother was a courtesan, earning money with her own flesh and blood to support my father’s studies and imperial examinations.
Five years later, my father succeeded and was granted marriage to a princess by the Emperor.
Yet, in the Golden Throne Hall, he refused the marriage at the risk of his own life, and with great fanfare, married my Mother with ten miles of red bridal procession.
The princess was displeased.
Three days later, Mother was found abused and disheveled, dying at the entrance of an alley.
Half a year later, the princess finally married my father as she wished.
She did not know that this was the beginning of her misfortune.
