Your Love Means Nothing to Me — Novel

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In a world where love can turn to ashes in a heartbeat, Kristian finds himself trapped between devotion and betrayal. The night before his wedding, instead of celebrating a future with Celine, he stumbles upon a chilling secret that shatters everything he thought he knew about her. As he faces unthinkable horrors in an underground fighting arena, each slap and every humiliation deepens the rift between them. Celine, once his beloved, now stands as both a spectator and a participant in his torment.

With every painful moment, Kristian grapples with a burning question: how did their love spiral into such darkness? As Celine revels in her newfound power, he is left to wonder if the woman he loved is truly gone, replaced by a stranger who delights in his suffering. Meanwhile, Liam, Celine's new lover, seems to know more than he lets on, adding another layer of intrigue to this twisted love triangle.

As the stakes rise, will Kristian find a way to reclaim his identity before it's too late? Or will he fade into the shadows of Celine's betrayal, a mere pawn in a game he never wished to play?

Your Love Means Nothing to MeChapter 1

I’m a mortuary restoration specialist.

On the night before my wedding, I restored the body of an unnamed woman—only to find out it was Celine's mother, who had been missing for days.

I barely had time to tell her the news before I was bound and dragged to an underground fighting arena.

They destroyed my face, poisoned my voice, and after drugging me, they forced me onto the stage to be auctioned off as a stress-relief toy.

With my eyes swollen shut, I could barely see, but I caught a glimpse of Celine making out with her little lover amidst the cheers.

“Celine, is it true that Kristian is back to messing with corpses? No wonder you came here to spend your bachelorette party with Liam!”

After the kiss, Celine hung herself on the man, casually adding, “Kristian loves to handle corpses, and I love to handle Liam—we both have our hobbies! I’m getting married tomorrow, so tonight, I should make Liam happy!”

As the auction began, announcing the stress-relief methods and prices, I struggled to give Celine a warning look.

But she thought I was flirting with her.

Disgusted, she spent two hundred thousand to secure the top bid for a hundred slaps across my face.