coldly definition

"On the Olympus Continent, where dragon clans rule through ancient bloodlines, Lily was hidden away by her mother in a remote frontier since childhood. Years later, as an adult, Lily was arranged to marry Lucas Stormscale, the heir of the mighty Stormscale Dragon Clan. On the day they returned to the capital to select her crown, Lucas’s “adoptive sister” Vivian publicly snatched the crown and humiliated Lily in front of everyone. When Lucas finally arrived, instead of defending his fiancée, he coldly suggested making her his side consort. At the engagement ceremony, Vivian and the Stormscale family openly stole the wedding, annulled the betrothal, and exposed Lily’s “inferior bloodline” to the entire court. She would dismantle their power, force Lucas to writhe between ambition and lingering affection, and watch Vivian plummet from the clouds into the mud. In the end, Lucas knelt at her feet, full of regret. Lily looked down at him with calm, indifferent eyes and said softly, “Do you deserve it?”"

A jealous, domineering, romantic warlord marshal drives the story.The original Maeve Wilder didn't accidentally drown—she was murdered. In the treacherous governor's mansion filled with scheming hearts, Maeve must find the real killer to survive. She's the legal wife of Marshal Samuel Graham, while her half-sister serves as his concubine. The mansion also houses the old matriarch (Samuel's grandmother) and four other concubines. Beneath the calm surface lurks deadly danger—even her own husband Samuel avoids her.Surrounded by enemies, Maeve uses her exceptional medical skills and intelligence to gradually earn Samuel's trust and uncover the truth behind her "accidental" fall into the well. One by one, seemingly innocent "accidents" reveal their sinister nature—the mansion is a gilded cage that devours people. Meanwhile, Samuel becomes captivated by Maeve's sudden transformation. From coldly watching her survive dangers to rescuing her from fire and water, Samuel finally realizes—he's fallen for her.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."