The New Gate - Chapter 3Book 12: ()

Mira Carter was ready to die.Broke, betrayed, and buried by the people she loved, she ended her life, only to wake up in the body of Lorena Sanders, the country’s golden girl.…Well. Former golden girl.Now? Lorena is canceled harder than a convicted pop star.Public enemy number one.Accused of bullying her junior into suicide, sleeping her way to the top, and being the villain everyone always suspected she was.The internet wants her dead.Her family wants her silent.And the worst part?She discovers Lorena now has a husband.Lucas Atkins, a cold, ruthless billionaire with a face like sin and a hatred that burns like hellfire. He’s dangerous, powerful, and clearly didn’t marry her for love.The first time he looks at her, she swears he could snap her neck.The second time? She’s certain he’s already digging her grave.To top it all off, Lucas isn’t just a CEO with a god complex. He’s something else. Something not quite human.And now that Mira’s stuck in the face of the woman he hates the most, he wants her to suffer, for sins she doesn’t even remember.She doesn’t know what Lorena did.She doesn’t understand why the world wants her destroyed.She doesn’t even know how she’s going to survive.But she does know one thing:Hell has a new wife. And her husband is the devil himself.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

Victoria Monroe worked hard for three years during their hidden marriage to get pregnant, and she finally was, only to discover that he had a child with someone else.She proposed a divorce but was refused, and when she attempted to return to work, she found numerous obstacles.It turned out that this marriage was something he had planned for a long time, using the bond of marriage to cage her, clipping her wings and imprisoning her by his side.Sickly and obsessive, he whispered in her ear, “Victoria, no one else in this world loves you more than I do, don't even think about escaping!”But he was unaware that his beloved wife was already pregnant with his child.On a stormy night, as he rushed towards the child in the mistress's womb, blood soaked beneath Victoria Monroe.Eighteen years of affection were buried here, and she was utterly disheartened, leaving decisively.Later, at the engagement banquet of The Portoros Circle's Crown Prince, he finally found his little rose.Victoria Monroe, dressed in a magnificent gown, stunning beyond compare, was hailed as the Portoros Circle's Crown Prince, who knelt on one knee, reverently and restrainedly kissing the back of her hand.The always noble President Fordham was red-eyed and went mad...