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I’d worked at my husband’s company for three years, only to be fired by him right when a promotion was within my reach.
It was all because I’d been swamped with overtime work one day and neglected the cat he’d given me.
When I came home that night and found the cat food hadn’t been refilled like usual, my husband, who had always treated me with tenderness, flew into a rage for the first time.
“If you can’t even take proper care of a cat, then don’t come to work at all. Stay home and raise it full-time.”
I parted my lips to explain myself, tears clouding my eyes, but he wouldn’t listen to a single word I said. The very next day, he instructed the HR department to dismiss me from the company.

A stranger sneaked into Grace's tent and made her his woman after he had drugs. Then, she got the baby of the stranger. She went to find that man but failed.
Although she wanted to quit the child, she still backed out.
Five years later, to raise her little boy, she became a paparazzi and accidentally caught in the scene the hottest movie queen seducing the most powerful CEO in this city. She could get a promotion or pay raise from this photo. But unfortunately, she got caught by the domineering CEO.
She thought she was facing an imminent catastrophe, but what he just said to her? "How about I arrange a better job for you, and... you stay with me tonight?"
Why did it sound like he was flirting with her?

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My name is Four, yes four, like the number. Of course, it wasn't always my name, but since I was brought to the auctions, it has been what I've been called and what everyone knows me as.
Long ago, I was the proud daughter of the alpha and luna of Blue Moon, but after our pack was brought to ruin, I became one of many awaiting their fate.
You see, in this place, we are no longer people. Instead, we are just things waiting for the day we are bought and given our purpose in life, whether it be a slave, a mistress, a breeder, or worse, an offering.
For years, I've waited for the day that I am bought and given my meaning for living, but so far, it hasn't happened.
the auctioneers say it is because of my eyes. They say that they remind the buyers of the devil and that they fear that if they buy me, I will do nothing but bring ruin to them and their packs. That is, until the day he found me and took me out of this place after saying one thing.
"You with those eyes like a blade have brought ruin to me and because of that you must spend your life atoning."
After that, he became my purpose, my meaning, and with each passing day, I grew more and more greedy. How long will these pleasant days last, especially when conspiracy is rising and betrayal is around every corner?
Will the worries that those who never bought me turn out to be true, or will the odds be defied?

"Run as fast as you can, little criminal, because if I catch you're mine."

Rosalie De'Evangaline was born the child of a lowly omega and a powerful alpha. Because of this, she was brought back to her pack in hopes of being the packs successor, but when tragedy strikes, she becomes nothing more than a pawn to gain even more power.
It is because of this tragic turn of events that she finds herself in the auctions that only criminals are sent to and while there she catches the eye of Diego Aguilar a cold and ruthless lycan that wants only thing from her, her death in exchange for saving his pack.
However, Diego soon takes an interest in her, causing the lines between desire and duty to become crossed.
What will Rosalie do? Will she sacrifice everything for what is right, or will she make the selfish choice to do what is right for her and her heart?
Read The Lycan King's Forbidden Fruit to find out!

Raelyn once believed that love was something that was meant for her, that is, until the day she found her fiance cheating with her best friend. After that, she decides to get even by sleeping with whatever man she can find. Little did she know that this single decision would lead her down a dangerous path where she would be hunted purely for carrying the child of the man that she decided to have a one-night stand with. Now, Raelyn must do everything she can to protect her unborn child from the ones who wish to hurt it, but she can't do it alone.
Osiris is a strong and powerful alpha and CEO of one of the top tech companies in the United States. He is well known and well sought after, but he keeps to himself, that is, until the night he runs into Raelyn. Despite knowing the risks of getting involved with someone, he can't stop himself from acting on the desire he feels for her, but when he wakes up the next morning she is gone.
Flash forward to a month later and they run into each other again and the draw he felt that night leads him to want to try to get closer to her, but his curiosity toward her sparks the attention of unwanted eyes, leaving him to have to make a decision that could cost him the first person that has made his cold heart beat since he was young.
Will Osiris let Raelyn go in order to stop those around him from leading her to her destruction or will he and she risk everything to be together?
Read The Alpha's Personal Assitant to find out!

"Despite your protests look at you now." He smirked bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end you easily succumbed to me without any protest."

"I don't want to die." I responded as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against it.

"Your mouth is very dishonest woman." He said lifting and staring into my eyes. "It says no while your body says yes."

"You're wrong." I whispered.

"Am I now?" He spoke against my skin sending goosebumps all over my body. "I don't think I am."

Valerie Anderson was your normal everyday secretary, at least she was until the day she died. Killed by her sex crazed supervisor by falling down a flight of stairs, Valerie finds herself waking up in the bed of the cold and oppressive Elias Langley.
First prince and next in line for the throne of the land of Allsbrook, Elias gives Valerie two options, either be his slave or die by his hands.
Unable to remember a thing, not even her name, Valerie isn't ready to die, not until she discovers how she appeared in this strange land and who she is.
Desperate Valerie agrees to be Elias' slave, thus beginning their master and slave relationship.
Will the cold Elias end up warming up to Valerie, allowing someone into his cold dead heart? Will Valerie be able to find her memories and figure out her mysterious background?

Moyra Lightfoot, a promising Ice Fairy's world is turned upside down in the blink of an eye. When her clan is attacked by demons, she left the sole survivor, but not without a cost.
Stripped of her wings and sight, Moyra is left without magic or her main senses. Armon Renaldo is the strongest Alpha to walk the land, but he harbors a horrible secret that could ruin him. Determined to be rid of this secret, he hunts for the Eternal Fountain in the Guilded Forest.
It is during his search that he meets Moyra and decides to help her.

What will happen when a useless fairy with no will to live meets an Alpha who is harboring his demons?
Will they be able to fix each other while the world around them is falling apart?
Will Moyra be able to find her strength in adversity?
Will Armon ever be free of his curse?
Read to find out!

BOOK 1: Forced To Be His Bride. Fated To Be His Mate.
BOOK 2: Her Redemption. His Second Chance.
BOOK 3: The Alpha Princesses Bodyguard.

Fate can be a funny thing. One minute, you are the beloved daughter of a powerful alpha, and the next, you're nothing more than a tool used to join forces with another strong pack. And if you don't go along with what is expected of you, the one who is using you for personal gain will make your life a living hell and destroy anything that is precious to you.Because of this, Denali Ozera finds herself married to the cold and ruthless Rosco Torres, alpha of the Crystal Fang pack and enemy not only to her, but her entire family. But by some weird twist of fate, Rosco isn't what others say he is, and he is even willing to help Denali get back everything that was meant to be hers.Together, Denali and Rosco devise a plan to destroy Denali's father and her stepmother and sister. All Rosco asks for in return is Denali's mind, body, and soul.

I know it is wrong. I'm more than aware, but even knowing it is wrong, I can't stop myself from being drawn to him.
He's my stepfather and the man that makes my mother the happiest and yet... I want him.

The sound of bones cracking filled the forests eery silence as what was once a wolf was beginning to contort into a humanoid creature.

Pinching herself Danica tried to wake from what had to be a dream as a naked man occupied where once stood a wolf.  Not any man, but Mason Thompson, the neighborhood playboy.

He sniffed the air while examining the area to make sure there were no more threats before finally turning his attention to Danica.

"I finally found you."  He smiled as his golden eyes that had locked onto her face filled with joy and longing.

For all of her 18 years of life Danica Robinson thought that she was normal. When she turned 18 she comes to know that she is far from.
When the world of fictional creatures becomes one that she begins to reside in, everything will change.

After being poisoned by her foster sister for years—fed weight-gain hormones disguised as vitamins—Chloe Harrison lost 90 pounds and clawed her way back from rock bottom.
Her cruel foster sister Mia even tricked her into a humiliating one-night stand with what she called "a fat, balding stranger." But that night was anything but shameful—it was unforgettable.
Now Mia has one final insult: marry the "pathetic cripple" Mia publicly rejected—a bankrupt, wheelchair-bound recluse named Julian Astor.
However, everything changes when Chloe walks into that conference room. Julian isn’t a broken old man—he’s six-foot-three of raw power in a Tom Ford suit, a devastatingly possessive billionaire CEO who makes her forget how to breathe.
All of a sudden, her contract marriage turns into something dangerously real. Julian doesn’t just want her on paper—he wants to worship every curve, trace every scar, and take her every single night.
Why does his touch feel so hauntingly familiar? And why does he look at her like he’s been searching for her since that rainy night?
A ruthless billionaire couldn’t possibly be obsessed with the woman he was never supposed to keep… could he?

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

"You were like a starved beast last night," I complained, spreading jam on my toast.
Gideon's hands froze mid-knot on his tie. He turned to me, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.
"Nadia, are you out of your mind? I was in the study finishing up that proposal last night. I crashed on the couch at three in the morning. I never even went into the bedroom."
The knife dropped from my hand onto the table.
If the man I made love to all night wasn't my husband.
Then... who was it?

As a child, Elaina Mason lost her parents to the darkness. Orphaned, the girl was taken in by the brethren, raised to be one of their elite.
Now at twenty-two, Elaina is no longer that same, weak child who could only watch as everything she loved went up in flame and ash. She comes forth with the help of her comrades to protect what she now holds dear and wreaks vengeance and havoc against the dark days ahead.

A series of stepfamily taboo novellas
Book 1: My Mother's New Husband Is My First Love
Book 2: Accidently Pregnant By My Step-Uncle
A one night stand is supposed to be that, one night.
One night of passion.
One night of pleasure.
One night of letting go of right or wrong.
It is an exciting encounter that comes with no strings attached and once you're done, that's it, you move on, and you act like it never happened.
At least, that is how it is supposed to go, but when Gianna Jones has one because of a bet with her friends things don't quite go as planned.
But Gianna's world is turned upside down after her mother remarries and she is introduced to her new step-uncle.
Her new step-uncle is none other than the man she had her one night stand with AND he is the CEO of her new modeling agency.
Now he is everywhere Gianna turns and with him comes the memories of that night.
Will Gianna and her step-uncle be able to resist the draw and tension between them or will they fall into a pit of taboo and sin?
Read Accidently Pregnant By My Step-Uncle to find out!

Danica Robinson was your average everyday teenager, at least she was until the night of her 18th birthday. Forced to go to a party that her friends insisted she attend, Danica is nearly killed by a creature that is only supposed to exist in movies and books.
A rogue werewolf with blazing red eyes that are oddly alluring to Danica. Ready to accept her fate， she is saved by Mason Thompson, the local playboy that every girl dreams of. Only, he is also a werewolf and HE IS HER MATE!
Thompson is the Alpha of the Cove pack and Danica has gotten herself in deep. Now a whole new world is unraveling before Danica filled with mythical beings and come to find out SHE IS The ONE TOO! Danica has to begin to grow from a cowardly supposed to be human to a Luna that is worthy of the Cove pack while fighting to keep evil at bay and uncover a conspiracy that is taking root.
Will she be able to grow and become a Luna everyone can be proud of? Will she be able to defeat the evil that is lurking in the shadows? Only time will be able to tell.

"Despite your protests look at you now." He smirked bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end you easily succumbed to me without any protest." "l don't want to die." l responded as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against it.

"Your mouth is very dishonest woman." He said lifting and staring into my eyes. "lt says no while your body says yes." "You're wrong." l whispered. "Am l now?” He spoke against my skin sending goosebumps all over my body. “I don’t think I am.”

Valerie Anderson was your normal everyday secretary, at least she was until the day she died. Killed by her sex crazed supervisor by falling down a flight of stairs, Valerie finds herself waking up in the bed of the cold and oppressive Elias Langley. First prince and next in line for the throne of the land of Allsbrook, Elias gives Valerie two options, either be his slave or die by his hands.

Unable to remember a thing, not even her name, Valerie isn't ready to die, not until she discovers how she appeared in this strange land and who she is. Desperate Valerie agrees to be Elias' slave, thus beginning their master and slave relationship.

Will the cold Elias end up warming up to Valerie, allowing someone into his cold dead heart? Will Valerie be able to find her memories and figure out her mysterious background?

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, dubious consent, abuse, and other scenarios that may be triggering to some readers. Read at your own discretion.

Destiny is a funny thing.
It is the very thing that pushes us forward, keeping us hoping that it will lead us to a life that is worth living, but for some, that life never comes.
Like me.
Since birth, I’ve always had one destiny, to marry the man who is meant to become the next king of the dragons. That is the path that was chosen for me the day I was born as the prophetess and since that birth, it is the thing that I have been prepped for.
I have spent years learning to be a proper queen. A proper wife. A proper mother. But most of all, I have spent my life learning to become a man’s possession and breeder.
I married the man who was deemed most worthy and tried to create a life with him, but when he suddenly died, I was left to marry the next best choice, his brother.
Where I thought we could live peacefully, there was none to be found.
After a few months of marriage, he started showing his true colors.
He was a cruel man whose only true purpose was power and when he achieved what it was that he was after, he and his mistress framed me and had me executed. However, instead of being embraced by death, I woke up on the eve of my second choosing, but I won't be making the same choice this time.
This time, I will pick the one who was always kind to me in my last life despite having no reason to be kind to everyone.
Together, we will rewrite both our destiny's and break free of the chains of the one that led us both to damnation.

He once swore the whole world to me，yet he threw me aside without a second thought，all for his precious adopted sister.
He trampled on my love, ruined my youth, and let me fall into the abyss alone while doting on another woman.
Years later, I return from the ashes, powerful and cold.
I will step into his world, shatter his fame, destroy his fortune, and take away everything he holds dear.
He abandoned me for his adopted sister.
Now, I am his inevitable ruin.

Twenty years ago, he took the blame for my murder, was branded with the Silver Flame mark, and banished to the wilderness. Twenty years later, I escaped from a prison-like marriage and searched the world for him. He wasn't there in the Alaskan blizzards. He wasn't there in the deep mountains of Romania. Under the polar night in the Arctic Circle, I called his name into the darkness. No one answered. Until a hunter told me: deep in the Yukon, someone had seen a lone wolf with the Silver Flame mark.

He Thought I'd Wait Forever. I Wore White for Someone Else.

Nora canceled the wedding venue on a Tuesday. The deposit was nonrefundable. She let it go.
Eight years she'd held that stretch of coast — the cliff, the white tent, the January date they circled and let slide every spring. She slid the ring off at the kitchen counter and dropped it in the drawer with the dead batteries and old takeout menus. It didn't feel like heartbreak. It felt like setting down something she'd carried too long.
Adrian would find out. Not tonight. He still thought her silence was a thing to be coaxed out of. He still thought she'd always be there.
She'd already decided she wouldn't. By the time he understood, she'd be on that coast in a white dress — and the man beside her wouldn't be him.

Everyone said I was just a shadow of Ethan, that I was nothing without him.
So during the tryouts, to comfort his "scared" sweetheart, he let go mid-jump, almost costing me my life.
He was betting I couldn't leave him, that I'd forgive him like I did the last eighteen times.
But he lost.
This time, I didn't cry or throw a fit.
I simply tossed the apartment key that symbolized our seven years together into the trash, then turned and walked toward my own world championship.

Freezing lake water flooded my lungs, swallowing every desperate breath as I sank beneath the ice.
On the shore, Oscar-winning actress Lauren looked down at me with a smile as elegant as it was cruel.
"Lexi, did you really think you deserved to be Mrs. Blackwood? Drowning in this lake is the price for stealing my spotlight."
Just when I thought the icy winter would become my grave, Sebastian Blackwood pulled me from the brink of death.
But the chill radiating from him was colder than the frozen lake itself.
Tilting up my bruised, blue-tinged chin, he ignored the mud clinging to my body—a man whose obsession with cleanliness was legendary. His voice was cold, commanding, and utterly merciless.
"Lexi, I told you before. Without my permission, you don't even have the right to die."
A shiver ran through me as I met the terrifying possessiveness burning in his eyes.
Only then did I realize the truth.
Every miraculous rescue. Every time he appeared out of nowhere when I was at my lowest. Every moment I believed he was the man who had saved me from hell...
It was all a lie.
He had never been my savior.
He was the devil who had dragged me into the abyss.
Making me the lead actress in Fallen Empire was never meant to launch my career. It was the first step in building a far more exquisite prison—a gilded cage where he intended to keep me by his side, forever.

Melia Bournemouth thought she had lost everything when her father died and a tragic accident left her in a wheelchair.

Her only comfort was her devoted husband, Mathew. But when Melia discovers Mathew is secretly liquidating her last remaining assets to build a life with his pregnant mistress, her grief turns into cold, hard rage.

Desperate for retribution, Melia turns to the only man Mathew fears: Illya Cosgrave, a ruthless and dangerous billionaire with a dark reputation. But as they plot to dismantle Mathew’s empire from the shadows, Melia realizes Illya isn't just a weapon for revenge. He harbors a secret connection to her past that changes everything.

Now, Melia must decide: will she remain the victim, or will she rise from her chair and burn her ex-husband’s world to the ground?

My husband Michael's father and my own father shared the same name—Robert. His was Robert Carter; mine, Robert Smith. I once thought it a sweet coincidence, until that 3 AM phone call turned this quirk of fate into a living nightmare.
The nursing home called to say Robert Carter had died, but when Michael returned from his business trip, he assumed it was my father who had passed. "Old Robert's finally gone," he smirked. "Should've moved him to the cheaper nursing home ages ago." Can you believe it? His own father—the man who'd left him an inheritance—and there he was, helping his medical intern mistress cover up malpractice, dismissing the death as "just some useless old man."
He has no idea he's protecting his father's killer. No clue I've seen through his cold-bloodedness all along.
I wonder, when the truth finally hits him, how will this absurd tragedy end?

At the dinner party, Alexander had his arm around my waist, chatting and laughing with clients in German.
I was about to tell him the happy news that I was pregnant.
He was tender and affectionate in front of me, kissing my cheek from time to time.
But they didn't know my German was fluent enough to understand every dirty detail.
Like right now, I heard him bragging to the client about how wild things got last night with his stepsister Lillian.

"I fell in love with a stranger. I didn't know he was my brother."
When I first saw Victor, I didn't see a sibling. I saw a man who set my skin on fire. I saw a pair of dark eyes that reflected my own soul. Our attraction wasn't just a choice—it was a gravity I couldn't escape. For weeks, we existed in a fever dream of late nights and whispered promises, building a future on a foundation I never knew was forbidden.
Then the truth came out. One old photograph, a single name, and my world shattered.
Now, the touch that felt like heaven feels like a sin. But how do you stop your heart from beating for the one person you were never supposed to touch?

Sean Turner kissed his childhood sweetheart, Mia Moore, right in front of me.
He said he married me for benefits, not love.
He even tried to force me to give Mia my heart.
I agreed.
But after the transplant surgery, he regretted it—while I smiled.

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

What if your husband lived a double life and you are the fake wife?

I woke up to my husband celebrating our baby's death. He had poisoned me with abortion pills so he could marry Catherine Morrison-the rich woman he thinks is better than me and pregnant with what he thinks is his child.

I overheard him laughing; 'if she shows up somewhere demanding answers, I'll just say I've never seen her before in my life, Who are people going to believe? Me or some random girl from nowhere?'

David thought I had no evidence. He thought he had covered his tracks perfectly. He thought he was untouchable.

But when I'm done, he'll wish he never met me.

"Starting price for my wife—one dollar!" James announced, pointing at the dog cage where I lay curled up like a dying animal.

The crowd at the wedding erupted in laughter. "Five dollars!" "Ten!" They threw bids like trash, mocking the woman who used to be Mrs. Windsor. Lillian, wearing my stolen necklace, poked me through the bars with a metal rod. "Look at you, Aurora. You're nothing but filth." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My husband had sold me. My dignity was gone.

Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.

"Two hundred million."

Silence fell over the hall. Every head turned. Walking through the doors was a man radiating power—Louis Smith, the newly found heir to the Smith empire. The man I had pushed away ten years ago. James turned pale. "Mr. Smith... this is a joke..."

Louis didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the cage, his eyes burning with a terrifying mix of rage and tenderness. He ripped the lock off with his bare hands and pulled me into his arms. James tried to block him. "She's my wife! You can't just take her!"

Louis smirked, his voice dripping with ice. "Your wife? I just bought her. She's mine now."

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

Six years ago, Marlowe Kestrel drowned in the Duskhaven canals, or at least that is what the obituary said, what the empty coffin implied, and what every ruling House in the city has believed ever since.

In reality she swam two streets over, bribed a mortician with a forged signature, and built herself a new, gloriously unremarkable life as a small time magical forger who fixes other people's problems for coin and never, ever asks about bloodlines. It was a good plan.

It worked for six entire years, which is roughly five years and eleven months longer than anyone expected a Kestrel to survive in hiding. Then Jonas, the only man alive who knew her real name, turns up dead in his own workshop with a mark burned into his palm that Marlowe has spent her whole life trying to forget she carries too, and the only lead worth following belongs to Cassian Draven, heir to the most feared criminal House in the city, a man with a smile like a drawn blade and a family reputation built on making problems disappear as thoroughly as Marlowe once did herself.

Cassian recognizes her in under a minute, does not turn her in, and instead offers a deal she has no good reason to accept and every practical reason to take, pose as his fiancée at the season's summit of ruling Houses, help him smoke out whoever is hunting them both, and maybe, if she is very lucky and very careful, walk away with her second fake death arranged before anyone notices the first one was fake too.

The trouble is, the longer she spends pretending to love a Draven, the harder it gets to remember that hating him was ever supposed to be the easy part.

Seventy-two hours before my wedding, I stood in front of the fitting mirror at a bridal shop.

My best friend sent me a social media post, and the red exclamation mark in the message box stung my eyes sharply.

The post’s title read: Guys, my boyfriend is getting married to his current partner. What should I do?

The comment section had already erupted into chaos.
“Dude, are you out of your mind? You’re the other woman here!”
“You’re the homewrecker and you dare post this to get roasted? Where’s your shame?”

The poster was firing back furiously, every word oozing unapologetic madness:
“We’ve been inseparable since we were kids! His first love, first kiss, first time—all mine!”
“He doesn’t even like that old hag; he’s only marrying her out of obligation!”
“Who’s the real mistress, anyway?”

I should have swiped past it like a silly joke, but my gaze was locked onto the poster’s profile picture.

It showed two hands laced together. Peeking out from the man’s wrist was a dark green watch dial—a Richard Mille Valentine’s Day limited edition. It was the seven-figure engagement gift I’d bought him by selling my mother’s last precious heirloom, the only one of its kind in the world.

My heart was squeezed tight by an icy hand, plummeting to the bottom in an instant.

I tapped into the account’s homepage. The second my finger swiped open the photo album, a dizzying, world-spinning sensation crashed over me.

In the photos, the man holding the girl closely was none other than Lu Yanchen—my fiancé, who was supposed to marry me in three days.

I stared at the screen. All the wedding hopes and love I’d saved up over three years shattered into nothing but dust at this moment.

I couldn’t believe it, yet I had to. The man who’d loved me for three years and sworn to protect me forever had been lying to me from start to finish.

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

At the family banquet, a power-hungry male special assistant projected a dimly lit bed photo onto the massive screen. He claimed he had slept with my wife—the heiress to the family—and demanded I walk away from the marriage with nothing.
While all the relatives were waiting for me to become the laughingstock, my eyes landed on a red rose burn scar in the corner of the photo. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp. He had no idea that the woman he had just slept with was actually the wife of a psychopathic serial killer.

In my last life, a friend I’d trusted for ten years drove a knife into my heart over a single biscuit. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn—right before the extreme freeze arrived.

He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.

But he didn’t know the truth:

This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.

While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.

This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.