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My fiancée accused me of not caring about family.
To make it up to her, I planned a luxury vacation for all of us.
But the night before we left, she told me she'd given my first-class seat to her childhood best friend.
Instead, she booked me a seat in economy—on a flight with a recent terror threat advisory.
The whole family thought I should just go along with it.
That's when I finally woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and rerouted to Hawaii instead.
I turned off my phone, leaving them to deal with the $20,000 bill.
It wasn't until their hotel reservations got canceled that they started to panic.

ADRIAN Cole had it all. Wealth, power, a beautiful wife, and a daughter who adored him. But one mistake… one affair… and one phone call from his mistress was enough to shatter the perfect life he thought he controlled.

When Amelia walked away, she didn’t just leave her husband behind, she carried a secret of her own, a secret that would change everything.

Now Adrian is left chasing shadows of the woman who once loved him, realizing too late that money and pride can’t heal the wounds of betrayal. But the road back to Amelia’s heart isn’t just blocked by her pain, it’s poisoned by the jealousy of her own sister, whose hidden hatred runs deeper than anyone could imagine.

Caught between regret, family betrayal, and the fight for the woman he once took for granted, Adrian must prove that his love is real this time. But what if Amelia’s forgiveness is the one thing he can never buy back?

A story of betrayal, heartbreak, and redemption. Will love survive when it’s already too late for sorry?

He made sure he protected her, till she got on her feet again.

When the apocalypse came, my materialistic ex-girlfriend not only complained that I only knew how to play games, but also conspired with relatives to poison me, cruelly steal my superpower crystal core, and degrade me into a hopeless cripple!
She thought that by taking away my power she could curry favor with the powerful and live a carefree life, but little did she know that not only did I not die, but the "League of Legends max level system" in my mind had actually completed its ultimate upgrade!
Sylas uses his ultimate to regain his power, Pyke's X-shaped slash breaks his enemy's limbs; a horde of 100,000 zombies presses in, and the whole city is in despair, when I descend from the sky with my treasure girl who is my life partner!
Pantheon's slam, Miss Fortune's barrage, Ziggs's nuke... Five LOL ultimate moves in a row wiped out the entire field, evaporating 100,000 zombies in one minute and directly ascending to the throne of the wasteland god!
Looking at my stunningly beautiful and god-level support character whom I had spoiled rotten, my ex-girlfriend, who had fallen into the mire, was filled with remorse. She knelt in the sewage, kowtowing and crying, begging to be a foot-washing maid.
I looked down at them and sneered, "Sorry, my five-player squad is already full."

In his previous life, Evan risked his life to protect his fiancée and brothers in the apocalypse, only to be pushed off the fortress and fed to zombies. She thought she had obtained the address of the supply warehouse, but he had already been watching her affair with her lover on surveillance cameras.

Thinking she had his Noah's Ark, she was thrown into an empty warehouse on the day the virus broke out, and then sold as a bargaining chip by the mob.

When the zombie horde surged in, his former "white moonlight" and "true love" knelt before the fortress gate, begging him to open it.

Evan coldly uttered: "This time, it's your turn to taste despair."

"You're just a pathetic slave wolf. This bond means nothing!" Beta Marcus sneered as he shattered the fake mate medallion, revealing years of deception in front of the jeering pack.
As a slave wolf born into servitude, Lyra has known nothing but chains and cruelty her entire life. When she discovers what she believed was her mate bond with the pack's Beta was actually an enchanted lie designed to exploit her rare blood for dark rituals, her world crumbles completely.
Cast out to die in the cursed Shadowlands, Lyra is found by the mysterious Phantom Alpha - a legendary figure whispered about in fearful tales. Darius Nightfall is not just any Alpha; he's the exiled heir to the Celestial Court, banished for refusing an arranged marriage and seeking to overthrow corrupt pack hierarchies.
In his hidden sanctuary, Lyra discovers she's not a slave wolf at all, but the last of the StarBlood lineage - descendants of the first werewolves blessed by ancient celestial magic. Her blood doesn't just heal; it can reshape the very foundations of pack power structures.
But when her former captors come hunting for the "escaped slave" and Marcus reveals he's been working with a conspiracy to harvest StarBlood wolves for an ancient ritual, Lyra must choose: hide in safety with the Alpha who sees her true worth, or return to face those who enslaved her - not as their victim, but as their reckoning.
The weak slave they discarded will return as an empress of starlight and shadow.

Caleb Riverstone was born as the Gamma's son into the cruel Moonshadow Pack, and his life was a nightmare. Marked by the reputation of being a scentless wolf, he faced unrelenting bullying, peer rejection, and paternal disappointment. Caleb finally collected enough money to leave behind the group that tormented him, despite his broken dreams and burning need to flee.

However, independence is only temporary. Caleb's calm solitude is shattered when the fearsome Alpha brothers of the Crimson Fang Pack, Lucian and Tobias Vale, enter his life with a shocking revelation: Caleb is their fated mate. They are ruthless and unrelenting, refusing to let him get away. As Caleb deals with his feelings and the implications of his claim, an impending battle between their packs threatens to shatter the fragile relationships they've formed.

Will Caleb accept his destiny alongside the Alpha brothers, or will the ghosts of his past and the foes waiting in the forest ruin their chance for love and unity?

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.