Family Of Ghosts - Chapter 107 - She Must Go Out

The big guy dresses up as a lonely and old male supporting character, slaps his face and abuses scumbags to fall in love.
small world:
A scumbag male supporting actor who is lonely and old: learning to love with both hands.
The tyrant male supporting role who left the inheritance to the heroine’s son: the family has the throne to inherit.
The deposed prince: what kind of emperor, when the emperor!
Bingshan ex-husband of a book girl: It is impossible to chase after a wife.
The prince of the enemy country who retreated for the heroine: step on the capital and rule the world.
The pet girl mad demon of the group pet text: I pet myself.
Edible Guide: Quickly cross the routine, capitalize the romance! One cp in one world, if you change the world, your feelings will be eliminated. If you don’t like it, don’t enter. 

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Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle.The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break.However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne.Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince?Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp.Why her?*** excerpt***Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips.“I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella,” he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. “Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate.”Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, “I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish.”Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence.“So cold,” he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. “You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised.”Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came.She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him.“You're not the first one I have broken my promises with,” she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, “I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?”“Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?” he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end.”She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger.Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. “A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right.”“I don't care,” he spoke through his clenched jaw. “You're going to remain here by my side forever.”

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In her previous life, Yvonne Taylor died with hatred. Her stepsister burned her face with sulfuric acid, and her father was brutally murdered by her stepmother. Even Zachary Leinster, her father's best friend and the man who loved her the most, died trying to save her.Yvonne is miraculously reborn and begins her revenge.When she comes back, she is no longer the playful girl everyone knew. In order to take revenge, she applies for a prestigious school, majors in business, caters for her stepmother, and even... marries Zachary Leinster, her father's business competitor and ten years her senior.