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"Take off the dress," his voice was low, commanding and dangerous.

My heart thudded in my chest. "Sir Diego...?"

His eyes bore into mine hungrily, raw and deadly." The moment I slept with you in that club, your body became mine.

"You can’t do this," I whispered, trembling. "I’m.."

"Ellie’s little sister?" He stood slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. "She never told me you were this... breathtaking."

His fingers brushed my jaw, rough yet delicate. "The moment i had you under my skin, I stopped caring if you were my wife's sister.

I should’ve run. I should’ve screamed.

But all I could do… was breathe his name.
"Diego..."

After her father’s empire crumbled and her mother fell gravely ill, Lyla Reynolds was forced into a life she never imagined, working at an exclusive club to survive. She kept her head down, heart closed, and secrets buried.

Until one night, a mysterious VIP client paid $10 million just to have her.

Nervous and shaken, Lyla stepped into the dimly lit hotel suite, unaware that everything was about to change.

The man sitting in that room wasn’t a stranger.

He was my sister’s husband.

As Aileen embarks on her new career, she is unexpectedly drawn to her charming and enigmatic boss, the billionaire CEO Anthony Price. Yet, unbeknownst to her, she is already married to him. A year prior, Aileen entered a flash marriage with a man she barely knew, motivated by her grandmother's dying wish. Both she and her husband had almost no interaction after the wedding, and they couldn't even recall each other's faces. Now, in a stunning twist of fate, Aileen discovers that the man she is falling for at work is her elusive husband.

"See what you do to me?" I said, taking her hand and guiding it to wrap around my length. "This is what wanting you looks like, Elle. This is what you make me feel."

Elle bit her lip, her hand tightening experimentally around me, and I had to close my eyes and focus on my breathing.

"Can I—" she started, then stopped, uncertain.

"You can do whatever you want," I told her, opening my eyes to find her watching my face with fascination. "Touch me. Explore. Learn what I like."

After being betrayed by her boyfriend, Elle agreed to Adrian, the brother of her ex, to enter into a one-year contractual marriage. She initially thought that this was just a temporary solution proposed by Adrian to deal with the family pressure. But gradually, she found herself completely lost in Adrian's tenderness and unable to extricate herself......

"You're really going to marry my good-for-nothing uncle?"

Julian sneered as he stared at the ring on my finger, his eyes full of mockery.

"Isabella, you don't actually think a playboy so poor he drives a secondhand car can give you a future, do you?"

I looked down at the ring on my hand, then slowly raised my head.

"At least—he won't sleep with another woman in my grandmother's manor."

My name is Isabella, eldest daughter of a fallen noble family, and an emergency room doctor crushed by the weight of life. To pay off my family's debts, I was supposed to marry my fiancé Julian, the man I'd loved for years—until the night of our engagement party, when I caught him tangled with his mistress beside my grandmother's belongings.

Just when I was at my most wretched, a dangerous yet gentle man reached out his hand to me—

Adrian Hawthorne.

Julian's notorious uncle, the one cast out by the family.

He claimed to be just an insurance broker earning four thousand pounds a month, so poor he could only afford an old Ford, yet he was willing to give me a home to shelter me from the storm. So I decided to take a gamble—to marry the man everyone looked down upon.

But after our marriage, I discovered that my "poor husband" wasn't quite so simple.

The water he casually drinks costs dozens of pounds per bottle; hospital executives treat him with utmost respect; even the collar on his dog's neck is expensive enough to buy half the hospital...

And when my treacherous ex-fiancé finally regrets his choices and tries to win me back, an even more shocking secret is about to be revealed—

Who exactly is this "worthless uncle" that everyone mocks? And why did he choose me, of all people?

All Iris wants is to survive her First Shift, graduate from Bloodmoon Academy, and leave the Crawford family behind forever.

But fate has a sick, twisted sense of humor.

When the clock strikes midnight on her eighteenth birthday, the agonizing truth is revealed: Iris is the fated mate to not just one, but all three of her stepbrothers. All three of her biggest bullies.

"If you ask me, I can shorten your imprisonment period. But you have to ask nicely," Sebastian Crowley said with a sly grin.
"Mr. Crowley, you should be more careful when having one-night stands with women," Vivienne Scully retorted coolly. She had promised herself that the night with Sebastian was purely for revenge. Why was he still pestering her? Did he think he had fallen in love with her?

On the 10th anniversary of her father’s death, Serena planned to send off his soul with peace and grief… not betrayal.Her mother didn’t even light a candle to honor him. Instead, she shocked Serena with a sudden announcement—she was marrying an Alpha. And they were moving to Moonstone Pack immediately.
Though broken by her mother’s coldness, Serena had no choice but to go, hoping maybe this would be a fresh start. A new chapter but nothing could prepare her for what awaited.The feared Alpha’s heirs—triplets Rhys, Callum, and Dominic—took an interest in her. They teased her. Tempted her. Touched her soul. And under the moonlight, they marked her… and made her theirs.
One night of passion.
One unforgettable bond.Serena thought it meant everything.But by morning, they acted like strangers. And when she discovered she was pregnant with their child… they called her a liar.A rogue.A disgrace.In front of the whole pack, she was humiliated, accused of seducing the Alphas, and sentenced to banishment. Her mother said nothing. The triplets didn’t even look at her.Now, Serena has been thrown out like trash—handcuffed and alone, with enemies closing in.Was it all a cruel joke?Was she just a game to them?Is someone behind the triplets’ sudden change toward Serena?Why is Vivian so cruel to her?And most of all… can she survive what comes next?

Pierre is my boyfriend´s best friend, He was like a second brother to Mathew, my future husband, He always talk to me about him. They grow up together, and Mathew´s father was his father too since they were childhood. When Pierre found out that Mathew's father had passed away, he left his wealthyncompany and decided to return to his city to attend his best friend's father's funeral. Pierre is a rich CEO, and a professional car pilot driver, but before going to Mathew´s dad funeral. I will meet him, suddenly, without know who really is.

Pierre, love action, He is a fan of extreme sports, as soon as He came to the city, He decided to go to the beach to surf, the same weekend I was alone spending my time in the beach. Where I met a handsome blonde. Irresistible and charming, Pierre seduced me and we spent a dream weekend. I didn´t know who really was that strange and sexy guy, I believed I will never see him again. And he couldn't understand until now what our night meant to him and he left me afterwards because he had a commitment to fulfill and had to meet up with his best friend.

Just days later, unable to stop thinking about him, about the sexy guy in the beach, I will realize at the funeral of Mathew´s father funeral, He´s actually my future husband´s best friend. He is my forbidden love.

Larisa Starr, a kind , strong and best female warrior though can have a nasty temper most times was tagged as a murderer from the incident that killed her sister which made her father loathe her so much, no one could prove her innocence except the strange man that saved her from falling down the cliff. Her father threw her to her sister’s mate to get even with him and also help in straightening his pack which she objected to but as always, she has no say in whatever happens in her life ever since Hazel died. With a heavy heart, she went to the bar to knock herself off. She came across her strange savior again, emotions that had bottled up inside both of them spilled to the surface while they had one passionate night that feels like forever… covered in shame on how she threw herself on the man without knowing who he is...to add to her problem, she realized that she was pregnant for the stranger. Can her life ever get better?

Carolina Riverton secretly married Alpha Ace Blackwood and spent three years loving him in silence.

But when she discovers the world celebrating Ace and his childhood sweetheart, Ella as the future Alpha couple, Carolina realizes she was never meant to exist in his world.

Pregnant and heartbroken, she made him sign their divorce paper, unknowingly leaving the pack and disappearing to Oakridge city.

Years later, Ace discovers the truth—his Luna left carrying his heir.

Now the Alpha who once ignored her must do everything in his power to win her back

Married to Zane Blackwood, one of the richest billionaires in Europe, Amy has everything she could wish for, a devoted husband, a luxurious life, and an unbreakable love. But underneath the surface of their perfect marriage lies something far more dangerous.
Zane is not just powerful, he is ruthless, possessive, and strongly determined to keep Amy by his side. Yet when pieces of a past she can’t remember begin to surface, she starts having doubts. The passion between them is strong and evident, but so is the unsettling feeling that something isn’t right.
As secrets are revealed and the lines between love and control dissipate , Amy is faced with a difficult choice. Can she tame the ruthless billionaire CEO, or will she lose herself in the process.

I lost my fertility saving my husband’s life. His reward was a mistress who got pregnant.

Three years ago, I took a poisoning blade meant for my husband Marcus, saving his life and destroying my fertility. The poisoning left me ""damaged goods""—his mistress's favorite term for me. While I struggled with grief over the children we'd never have, Marcus found someone who could give him everything I supposedly couldn't.

When I think back to overhearing his judgment of me, I still can’t stop myself from trembling: “That infertile piece of sh*t.”

My so-called perfect husband.

The betrayal was devastating enough. But Vera, his pregnant twenty-six-year-old trainer, had a talent for twisting the knife.

Look what your husband helped me pick out yesterday, she'd text, sending photos of baby clothes and ultrasounds. He's so excited about becoming a father. His first REAL child.

Sweet dreams, Mrs. Gray. While you're alone in bed, I'll be showing your husband what he's been missing.

Each message was a calculated attack designed to break what remained of my spirit. She'd call during family dinners, text during our rare intimate moments, send photos of Marcus's gifts—jewelry I'd never received, romantic gestures he'd never made for me. The message was clear: I was the expired wife being phased out for the upgraded model.

I cried until I had no tears left. I planned my escape to Paris, signed divorce papers, and prepared my revenge."

I clicked the anonymous link, and my world shattered. There was my perfect fiancé, in a live stream, entangled with the woman who was supposed to be my maid of honor—my best friend.
He was the hero who donated his bone marrow to save my life. Now, he was defiling our future marriage bed in the most vile betrayal. I thought this was their twisted idea of a game, until I dug deeper and uncovered the truth: our "fateful" connection three years ago was nothing but a calculated lie.
My savior, my soulmate, the father of my child... it was all a facade. Now, I've vanished into the night, carrying a secret they know nothing about—his child. Their little show was just the beginning.
My revenge? It's just getting started.

On his deathbed, my husband Marcus confessed he'd swapped our baby with his mistress Chloe's seventeen years ago. Staring at his tearful, repentant face, I barely held back a laugh—I'd uncovered this secret sixteen years prior. I'd quietly swapped my real daughter back, sending his bastard to her cruel biological mother. Seventeen years of patience wasn't weakness, but waiting for the perfect moment. Now he's dying, Chloe's panicking, and my half-lifetime revenge? It's only just starting…

My husband pushed me down the stairs when I was three months pregnant.

I thought it was his bipolar disorder acting up again. The doctors said he couldn't control himself. So I forgave him—just like I'd forgiven the cigarette burns, the broken ribs, and all those nights he choked me unconscious.

Then I lost our baby.

And overheard him on the phone: "The bitch deserved it. If she hadn't stopped me three years ago, Elena would be mine."

That's when I realized—he was never sick. He'd been torturing me on purpose for three years.

Punishing me because I "made him lose" the woman he loved.

So I signed the divorce papers and walked away without looking back.

On the twenty-first night of insomnia, I ordered a beastman at 3 AM.

The ad was ridiculously over-the-top—gentle, considerate, perfect at housework, and could even cure anxiety and insomnia. The girls in the reviews said their lives transformed overnight, work stress just... gone.

I was dead tired, eyes barely staying open. Just glanced at the photo and hit purchase. Golden hair, amber eyes, two cute little fangs when he smiled—looked sweet.

Pink option looked prettier than blue. Done.

I didn't catch the tiny line of text flashing at the bottom: Grade A Product - Adults Only - Full Intimate Services

Three days later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to boxes way bigger than I'd expected.

Way bigger.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

My name is Ivy, and I’m 18. My best friend’s father, Sebastian Blackwood, a Harvard law professor, is mature, cold, and authoritative. He’s been the centerpiece of every fantasy I’ve had since puberty.

Those nights, I toss and turn under the covers, imagining his fingers slipping into my wet, hot va*na, imagining his cok thrusting into me hard, driving me to the edge of climax.

I know it’s wrong. He’s off-limits.

But every time he looks at me, those deep, piercing eyes seem to strip away my clothes, staring straight at my most secret places. My heart races out of control, my body burns with heat.

I don’t want to just be his “good girl.”

I want to be claimed by him, completely, destructively.

During this 30-day seaside vacation, I’ll make him see that I’m no longer a little girl.

My body is wet for him, my soul burns for him.

Sebastian, will you resist, or will you pin me down and fu*k me hard?

I loved Lia Rockefeller for ten years, and it cost me everything.
When she said the cheerleaders were ganging up on her, I charged in and took the punches for her.
When she cried that her stepsister would ruin her at Yale, I tore up my acceptance letter right then and there.
When she held me tight in the middle of the night and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you"—I thought it meant forever.
Three months later, I overheard her laughing in the locker room—laughing at me.
"Ian's like a lapdog. So easy to play. Now that Yale spot's open, Emmett can go with me instead."
The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces? Just tools to control me—to keep me loyal while she slept with her side piece.
She thought I'd still take a punch for her, even with a broken nose.
She thought I'd never wake up.
I'm awake now.
In her stepsister Serena's bed.

I'm Nora. Size 18. Transferred to my fourth school in four years. And on my very first day, the hottest guy in class leaned over and told me my seat had a weight limit.
That was Ethan Cross. Lacrosse captain, sharp jaw, zero empathy. He made it his personal mission to remind me I was fat — in the hallway, at lunch, in gym class, wherever he could get a laugh.
Then I found his sketchbook.
He'd left it open in the art room. I should've walked away. I didn't. I turned the page, and there I was — my body, my face, my hands — drawn over and over like he couldn't stop.
None of it was a joke. None of it was ugly.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with that?

This was my 43rd time proposing to Isaac, and once again, he turned me down.
Then I spotted the black lace peeking out from his bag.
"My lab partner's on her period. I bought them for her."
The genius said it without a hint of guilt—even had the nerve to say I was being unreasonable.
We argued, and I stormed out, only to end up in a brutal car accident."
Bleeding on the asphalt, I used my last bit of strength to call him.
His response was ice-cold:
"A crash just thirty minutes after you left? Jane, your act is getting pathetic."
The moment he hung up, something broke—and not just my leg.
Seven years of delusion shattered with it.
When I woke up, I accepted my childhood friend's proposal.

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

When billionaire heiress Ruth Keen falls for a gorgeous, supposedly broke college student, she hides her identity and plays the role of an ordinary girl to win his heart. Marriage comes fast, life is sweet, and everything seems perfect — until she discovers her impoverished husband is actually Matthew Lynes, a powerful tycoon who’s been outplaying her from the start.

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

Leon Sterling — the cold, calculating heir to a powerful corporate empire — doesn’t believe in love, nor does he care for marriage. In a world where everything can be measured, traded, or bought, he chooses a different path: fatherhood through science, with no strings attached.

Anna Monroe — a gentle, ordinary woman — unexpectedly becomes the surrogate chosen for Leon’s child. But beneath the layers of a sterile contract, what begins as a purely transactional relationship slowly unravels into something far more fragile… and dangerously real.

An old accident.
A handkerchief once dropped.
A forgotten memory that refuses to stay buried.

As fate tightens its grip, they find themselves caught in a game of heart and consequence — where emotions grow in the most unexpected places, and nothing goes according to plan.

When the contract ends and the lines blur, will Leon still choose solitude… or will he fight to keep Anna — not as a surrogate, but as the one woman he can’t let go?

Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted.
Or so she thought.
Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account?
Now worth one hundred billion.
With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest.
Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware:
She died once. She’s not dying quietly again.

A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

"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?

In my past life, I signed a marriage agreement, served as a live-in son-in-law for five years, and died in a hospital. Meanwhile, my "wife," Grace, was on the moon, embracing her lover and watching the star rings.
Given a second chance, she threw the agreement in my face at the marriage summit: "Sign it. After the wedding, I'll go find Karl. You'd better act like the legal wife."
I didn't refuse; I just tossed the agreement to my emotional nemesis .
The whole city laughed at my madness.
Until Grace flaunted her "pure-blood heir" at the 100-day celebration, I publicly projected her sterilization report—
the bastard in her arms was the product of her lover and a downtown prostitute.
And her lover was being mutilated in the downtown area.
In this life, I'm not a live-in son-in-law; I'm her gravedigger.

After marrying into a wealthy family, has my life turned into a thriller?

At a wealthy family banquet, Sucy fell in love with Bernard at first sight. She thought it was the beginning of happiness, but unexpectedly, it was the prelude to a nightmare.

After getting married, Bernard treated her coldly, yet he showed great care and concern for his adopted sister, Anna.

By chance, Sucy discovered some things that were difficult to explain.

There seemed to be a hidden secret between Anna and Bernard.

She began to wonder what her marriage was really about.

Even more strangely, Sucy would always receive some anonymous photos and text messages, all of which pointed to the intimate relationship between Anna and Bernard.

However, every time she questioned him, Bernard told her not to think too much.

Who on earth sent these mysterious messages? And what kind of conspiracy lies behind them?

In the deep and mysterious mansion of the wealthy family, how many unknown secrets are still hidden?

What is Anna's true purpose?

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

Seventeen-year-old Nora thought her biggest problem was surviving senior year—until she fell for Leo, her brother’s best friend and the one boy she was never supposed to want.

Leo is everything she shouldn’t touch: older, dangerous, and hiding something behind those icy blue eyes. When Nora discovers his secret—that he’s a vampire—her world shatters. But instead of running, she lets him in… and one bite binds their souls together forever.

As Nora struggles to balance love, loyalty, and the darkness that now lives inside her, a new person emerges: Killian, a powerful mafia king who sees her not as prey, but as an equal. His offer could change her fate—or end it.

Caught between two worlds and two loves, Nora must decide who she really is…
and what she’s willing to become.

Because the way they look at her—
might be the thing that saves her… or destroys her.

I only gave him one night. One night to prove I wasn't just the human maid cleaning his mansion floors.
And by dawn, the Alpha shattered me. He rejected me, humiliated me, and chose another to wear the crown at his side.
He never knew that night left me with more than scars. It left me with a son.
Two years later, I'm not the weak girl who cried when he cast me aside. And I'm back not for him, but for my child.
Kael thinks he can ignore the past. He thinks he can demand my forgiveness. But I don't care about his crown, or his throne, or the Luna who clings to him like she's untouchable.
All I care about is protecting my son.
And if the Alpha thinks he can claim us now... he'll learn that nothing is fiercer than a mother who refuses to be erased.

Vanessa is the girl everyone knows, but no one really sees. As a scholarship student at the elite Cresthaven Point Academy, she survives by being invisible, doing the Elites’ homework, and lets the popular kids think she’s a pushover. But she isn’t hiding because she’s shy, she’s hiding because she’s a werewolf. In a world where her kind is supposed to be extinct, staying invisible is the only way to keep her family safe.

Adrian is the guy everyone wants to be. He’s rich, at the top of the social ladder, and bored. He picks on Vanessa because she’s the only person who doesn’t seem to care about his status. There’s something about her he can’t explain, something quiet and strange that makes him want to figure her out.

When an incident at a beach party goes wrong, Vanessa loses control. Adrian sees her move faster than any human should, and suddenly, he’s obsessed with discovering what she is. But being stuck with Adrian makes it hard for Vanessa to stay a ghost. Her wolf is getting restless, and she can't just watch when people are in real danger. Whether it's a freak accident or someone about to die, Vanessa starts stepping in. Soon, the whole school is talking about a Ghost Guardian who does things no human being can do.

While Vanessa becomes the new queen of the school, Adrian's father is closing in. His family has been leading the hunt to wipe out werewolves since the beginning of time. He thinks they are all gone, and he's looking for any sign that one is left. Now Vanessa has to decide: can she really trust the son of the man who was born to destroy her? Or will her secret get them both killed?

I nearly died in the freezing ocean at my adopted sister Jane's birthday party.

When the yacht started tilting and alarms shrieked through the corridors, Dad grabbed Jane and bolted for the deck without looking back. Mom clutched Jane's ragdoll cat in her arms, following close behind under the bodyguards' protection.

They saved the cat.

But left their biological daughter to drown.

Three days later, I staggered home covered in wounds. The living room was decorated with scented candles and a three-tier birthday cake. Light piano music mingled with laughter—they were throwing Jane a makeup birthday party, celebrating how "the whole family" survived the disaster.

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father.
That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found.
While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor.
All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response:
"I'm busy."
And then… silence.
She waited.
And waited.
Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand.
He never came.
Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle.
Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene:
Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave.
The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash.
And from those ashes, something far stronger rose:
Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

On my first day as an intern at the zoo, the old director assigned us animals to care for.
In my previous life, my classmate Jack chose the easy-to-care-for African elephant, while I was forced to take on the brutal Siberian tiger.
A month later, the apocalypse struck, and the Siberian tiger successfully evolved, leading me to escape the encirclement.
Jack's elephant, however, couldn't outrun the mutated species and was torn to pieces. Driven
by jealousy, the surviving Jack incited a mob to brutally beat me and the giant tiger to death, dismembering and cannibalizing us.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the animals were assigned.
Jack had already taken the Siberian tiger, pushing the elephant to me, and I knew he had also been reborn.
But what he didn't know was that the Siberian tiger he had devoured was also reborn with me.

with one last look at the mansion, I turned around and walked away leaving everything behind. My life, my husband, my title as the Luna and everything i have ever worked for because my alpha husband decided to bring his ex girlfriend back into our lives and he threw me out. But what he didn't know was that, I was carrying his baby but that secret will follow me to the grave, he does not deserve to know anything about them but what is more interesting?
Nicholas, the richest and the most ruthless alpha comes crawling back when he finds out that his triplets were already being fathered by another ruthless alpha.

I was reborn on the exact day I was supposed to sign the marriage contract with the Alpha Kael.

I didn't hesitate. I crossed out my name and wrote my stepsister's instead. Let her have the bastard. I took my mother's estate back and headed straight to the underground shifter bar.

"Bring me the hottest wolf warriors you've got. All of them," I told the bartender, slapping a wad of cash down.

I was done being the obedient Luna.

"You useless thing."
My husband Cassian stared at me coldly. "I thought marrying a Costa daughter would get me something, but it turns out to be nothing. And your sister, on the contrary, has become the family heir."
With that, he wrenched off our wedding ring and smashed it violently onto the ground.
"I should have chosen her in the first place, not you." Those were his final words to me.
In my previous life, I was an unrecognized illegitimate daughter of a mafia family. I obediently accepted the arranged marriage, bared my heart to my hypocritical relatives, and believed wholeheartedly in my husband's promises.
But in the end, all I got was the iron chains of the dungeon, dying with eternal regret and the unresolved truth behind my mother's tragic death. My mother and I were nothing but stepping stones in their power struggle.
Yet when I opened my eyes again, I was back three weeks after my mother's passing — at the engagement scene that decided my entire fate.
This time, I'll make every single one of them understand: they made the wrong choice!

I was the best student, the most obedient, the most compliant—yet the only unloved child in our family.

When my brother got into fights, I took his punishment. When my sister snuck out with boys, I bore the consequences. Mom force-fed me pills and made me get my stomach pumped just to scare my brother away from smoking. Dad dressed ten-year-old me like a prostitute and threw me into a bar to warn my sister against going astray.

In the end, they sold me to a gambler for a few hundred dollars.

I died in a dark pond, and no one heard me calling for help.

But when my spirit drifted home, they were gathered around the dinner table, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until the police knocked on their door that they realized—I had been missing for seven whole days.

Later, my brother clutched the chocolate he never got to give me, crying every day. My sister dreamed every night of ten-year-old me struggling and screaming in that bar. Dad knelt at my grave daily, consumed by guilt. And Mom, after killing that gambler, threw herself into the same pond where I had drowned.

Finally, they loved me.

But I was already dead.

In my past life, my brother-in-law predicted the coming of an extreme cold apocalypse and claimed he would awaken a spatial ability on the day it arrived.
I didn't believe him, but under pressure from my wife's family, I purchased supplies anyway. Then the frozen apocalypse actually came.
I thought we'd survive together as a family, but my brother-in-law had bragged about his spatial ability and massive supplies before awakening. When his ability manifested, the space was pitifully small, and everyone he'd told came to rob us.
When food ran out, my wife's family turned on me, killing and eating me.
Reborn, I've decided to take revenge on my wife's entire family. And it all starts with secretly building my own shelter.

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

Bullied, abused and dumped for a crush. Rejected by the coven for her sexuality. Seph and Dextra have a lot to over come when they arrive in Ireland. Can they survive on their own? Seph is only 18 and Dextra isn’t much help, an errant familiar with a tendency for setting things on fire.

Kayla had never known anything but a supportive loving family no matter what she found out about herself. Her twin Theo would always have her back, just as she had his. It didn’t matter what they were arguing over, they were twins. The one thing they couldn’t do was share anything.

The three of them together face a new challenge when both Kayla and Theo feel a mate bond snap into place. Can they deal with everything that fate has in store for them? Witches, spells, jealously, a prophecy, and a grumpy old man who isn’t really a man?

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.