Sherry

"That's how you treat a bitch." Salvatore laughed.
In the hallway, I sat on the floor, looking up at my best friend Franco who betrayed me to impress the mob boss's son. On my first day of school, he pretended to confess his feelings, then pushed me down and poured ice water all over me before I could even respond.
"She actually thought Franco would date someone like her."
"Bullying turned her panties wet."
"I bet she loves riding dicks."
The students' laughter and mockery cut deep as I sat humiliated. I ran out of school with tears streaming down my face.
After Beatrice sobs out her story to her mother, her mother drove Beatrice to her new stepbrother's house, where she met her four handsome stepbrothers.
What changes await Beatrice's life? Why did her mother warn her to keep her distance from her stepbrothers?

"Everyone out," I commanded through gritted teeth. "Now."
"Jade, I need to check your—" the nurse began.
"OUT!" I snarled with enough force that both women backed toward the door.
Once feared by Shadow Organization that drugged me to replicate my abilities into a more controllable version, I had escaped my restraints and detonated their entire facility, ready to die alongside my captors.
Instead, I woke up in a school infirmary with women arguing around me, their voices piercing my skull. My outburst froze them in shock—clearly they hadn't expected such a reaction. One woman threatened as she left, "We'll discuss this attitude when you get home."
The bitter truth? I've been reborn into the body of an overweight, weak, and supposedly dim-witted high school girl. Her life is filled with bullies and tormentors who've made her existence miserable.
But they have no idea who they're dealing with now.
I didn't survive as the world's deadliest assassin by allowing anyone to push me around. And I certainly won't start now.

"Donna, what's been keeping you so busy lately? I heard you've flown back and forth twice this month. Used to be twice in six months." Isabella stepped out to greet me.

I gestured toward Alexander. "This is my husband."

Isabella's eyes widened, though she tried to mask her surprise.

"I got married," I added with a shrug.

As we walked into the villa, Isabella fell into step beside me, lowering her voice. "Donna, I thought you said only fools jumped into the grave of marriage?"

Just yesterday, Emma's parents was worried about their daughter's future marriage prospects due to her idleness and her notorious reputation for being violent and aggressive. Yet the very next day, Emma secretly got married to a man she had only met for the first time yesterday. To complicate matters further, this man was none other than her best friend's uncle.

Why did they decide to marry so quickly? How will these two people, who know so little about each other, develop their life together going forward? Will they ultimately find lasting happiness in this hasty union?