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When I was left penniless in a small country in Europe by my scam boyfriend, I drank alone in a local bar, hooked up with a hot stranger, and had the best night ever. Then, I realized the man I slept with was the Crown Prince, the world-known womanizer. And now he offers a reward of $1 million on social media to find me, because I thought this was just a one night thing and left without saying goodbye....

Aria’s just an ordinary housewife, an orphan-turned-Luna.
On she and her alpha king husband's anniversary,
The alpha king auctioned off her favorite necklace at a high price...
She's excited waiting for him to come but only to see him putting it on another woman.
Turns out this wasn't just their anniversary but also the day his first love divorced...


3 years after divorce,
Some say his housewife ex-wife is the most famous doctor in the world, but he refuses to believe it.
"God. Finally, huh?"
His ex-Luna wife finally answers the phone.
"Are you looking for Mommy?"
a little girl on the other end said.

On my 18th Birthday, My twin sister married my mate, Alpha Jacob, in my name.

I was Alisa Clark, the she-wolf with the purest blood. The Alphas must feed on my blood.
They were blessed with great power while they were cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. My blood protected them from their curse

Yet, my twin Jennifer took away my glory and had me tortured for 6 years! Worse still, My mate allowed it
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"You've been like a pig for us. He can smell you down here. He's known this whole time."

She took out a mirror and held it up to my face. " You think he would ever accept such an ugly mate like this pig."

I hadn't seen myself since I was twelve, vibrant and healthy. I was a child then, and now I looked like a ghost. My face was hollow and pale like a sick person.

I saw the scar on my face, it burned and had inflamed my cheek so that it was swollen. My eyes were red from the tears.

My hair was dull and limp over my skull. My purple eyes were the only piece of me that still held some semblance of life.

I could see scars even on my neck, and I knew that my body was even more scarred, and even more pathetic...

"How dare you be so stupid." Jennifer said. "How dare you think the Alpha wants you for more than your blood. Imagine him mating with you, when he could have me."

“Daddy…” I mindlinked my father.
I haven’t spoken to him in the 3 years I’ve been married.
“Evelyn? What’s wrong?” My father asked, his voice was soft and yet was so superior.
“I’m divorced” I told him solemnly.
“Return home to the palace, my princess” my father ordered.

I was once the only younger sister of the Alpha family, and my quadruplet brothers treated me like a princess. But three years ago, they accidentally ran into their “real sister” and I turned out to be the fake one. From being the family's most cherished daughter, I gradually became the target of their bullying under the schemes and traps of the “real” Alpha daughter. After I finally decided to flee from the quadruplets, and from the toxic family, I realized they are my fated mates on my 19th birthday...

A week before my wedding, I found my fiancé slept with my female boss. Heartbroken, I got wasted in a bar and had the best ONS with a male stripper. When I was ridiculed by my colleagues because I was dumped, he pretended to be my boyfriend who worked for AmeriCapital Investments, the largest investment company in the United States, to make me look better.
No one believed that I really had a rich and handsome boyfriend, and my boss and ex even invited me to bring my boyfriend to their wedding. They were so ready laugh at me when I was there alone….surprisingly, the ‘stripper’ came to my rescue again! But… he turned out to be the son of the female boss… and the youngest billionaire boss of AmeriCapital Investments? !

When Annie learned that her husband Eric was still with his ex-girlfriend Mia, she left for good by faking death and renamed herself as Renee.
When they meet again, Annie is a completely different person. Eric's eyes on fire. He wants to devour her. But he's interrupted.
"Mommy who's that?"
"A stranger."
"Say that again? Who am I to her?!"


She thought she'd left her old life behind when she faked her death to escape the heartbreak of her husband Eric's betrayal. But fate has other plans...
Can they handle the truth? Or will Renee manage to find her happiness that she's always dreamed of having?

Mira is a wolf doctor who is about to get married. But she finds out her Beta fiancé has betrayed her for power by secretly being involved with Tessa, the strong Alpha’s daughter. Tessa uses her power to make Mira lose her job and plans to send her to a dangerous medical team on the frontier. Mira unexpectedly saves Dominic, a wounded Alpha. Dominic is the strongest Alpha of the younger generation and Tessa’s feared stepbrother. Dominic needs a Luna to inherit the Alpha position, and now he seems to have found the right person.

“Keith…” I breathe, rather wickedly as a hint of a smile appears on my lips. “Are you…aroused?” “Would you stop?” he bites out. “I have a beautiful girl in my arms - I can’t help how my body reacts.” “Oh, sure,” I tease. “Stop. Moving.” “You know, I’m surprised you saved me,” I begin, wanting to annoy him even more. “Especially because you think my behavior is so - oh, what was it? Immoral?” “Just because you’re an immoral minx, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be hurt,” he says dryly. A minx, huh? -- I‘m pro anti-matebond. My wolf City, however, allows us to mimic the scent that each individual werewolf prefers. She makes men obsessed with me. They think they’re in love and will do anything I ask of them. I used my charm and saved my bff from her abusive mate, the beta of Lock Heart pack. While his alpha, Keith, a mate bond believer, have my charm disabled…

Warning Explicit Content Included. Adults only.

My fated mate is the son of the murder who smashed my family and life.
I was sold to a brothel and my body was turned into a commodity.
And my sister, she's still being raped by those pedophiles, over and over, over and over.
I need to revenge.

“Showtime, ladies!”
I rolled my shoulder and walked to the back of the line. There were ten of us. Each of us dressed in a sparkling evening gown, ready to introduce ourselves to the crowd. I barely listened to the women ahead of me.
Then, it was my turn. I took a deep breath and lifted my head as the woman ahead of me stepped aside. The stage light was so bright my eyes burned, but I kept my eyes open, scanning the VIP room windows for the man in question.
There, sitting in the front row of the VIP room just to the right of the stage, was Matt Wallber, surrounded by various women. His collar was undone and he wore what looked to be a deconstructed tuxedo. His hair was raked and a bit windswept as if he had been running his hand through it.
“We’ll open the bidding now!”
A few breaths passed before the screen lit up.
Round 1 Bidding Open.
I watched my headshot shoot ahead of the other nine and over the blue line that signified my requested starting bid.
Someone had bid on me in the first round well over my opening bid.
My heart leaped.
Had he taken the bait so soon?

“Prey, tell what happens when… if you lose? What benefits am I to reap from this bet of yours?” This bastard had a lot of nerve. I could not back down from him. I knew I could see this contest through. I know I can make my dream a reality. “If I lost than…I will serve under your modeling agency for free for half a year. Does that seem fair enough?” I said regaining my confidence. I could not help but glared back at Elijah. “Sounds like a fair trade to me, little kitten.” He said. I do not like that nickname. No matter how sexy it sounded on his lips. “If I lose than I will publicly apologize to you, I.” Elijah said with a smile repeating the terms. “But it you lose than you work as a model in my business for free for half of the year. Sound about right?” Elijah said. I shook his hand. “Deal.” Elijah smiled to the point where his teeth reminded me of the big bad wolf. “Deal,” he said softly.

When you're pregnant, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news.
Your brother's buddy, Albert, the alpha billionaire, stepped in and offered you a job as his personal secretary.
Things got wild when you ran into your no-good bf again.
He provoked you, and impulsively, you kissed Albert for revenge.
Little did you know, Albert's fame meant that kiss was caught by a swarm of reporters.
Right then, Albert dropped to one knee in his sleek suit and reached out his hand.
"My dear, will you marry me?"

I used to be the perfect daughter for my father, marrying Alpha Alexander for the benefit of my home pack, even though Alexander refused to mark me and insisted our marriage was merely a contract. I then became the perfect Luna for my Alpha husband, still hoping I could win his affection one day and we would be real husband and wife.
But everything changed the day I was told that my wolf had gone dormant. The doctor warned me that if I didn’t mark or reject Alexander within a year, I would die. However, neither my husband nor my father cared enough to help me.
In my despair, I made the decision to stop being the docile girl they wanted me to be.
Soon, everyone called me crazy, but that was exactly what I wanted—rejection and divorce.
What I didn’t expect was that my once arrogant husband would one day beg me not to leave…

"Mate." His voice booms against my heart that batters against my chest.
On the night of the full moon, the Lycan king presses me under him as his calloused hands greedily explore my body. My eyes shut in fear, I know I will lose my virginity to him tonight.
We are all humans that live in a werewolf pack. This world and pack are ruled by werewolves. Due to the obvious and powerful gap of power, we humans are nothing more than tools for werewolves.
But one day, someone told the pack of werewolves are searching for a mate for their king. A human girl in the pack over the age of 18 is up for grabs.
However, it is a trick!
I almost dead, but lycan king saved me.
A heart of ice, cruelty, and steel, that is his synonym.
“Didn’t expect that I would find my mate here…”

Esther is accused of killing the princess. She is tortured by Alpha King Nicholas and the entire pack. She hopes to find her mate on her eighteenth birthday and escape a life of torment, only to find that her mate is Nicholas who hates her guts.

After mating to the prince, I was brutally killed by my jealous friend during pregnancy!
Luckily I was reborn and the ugly scars on my face were gone. My husband, who never cared about me, suddenly came to my door. How dare he let my son call him Daddy？
——
“Wake up,” I willed myself desperately, to my sunken and sallow body. “You can’t die. If you die, the baby will die.”
Moon Goddess, are you here to answer my prayers?
Yes, child. But there is a reason I am here to grant you life again; your bloodline is too significant and rare to expunge.
This is why you paired Prince Aldrich and I, I muttered, realization surfacing.
You are just as important as him, even more so.
My body thirsted for water, for food and a bath and sunlight. But mostly, it thirsted for revenge at that moment.
I must return, was all I said.

When Beryl was heartbroken finding her boyfriend cheating on her with her step-mum,
The triplet billionaires appeared, claiming to be her mates.
They fall for her, hard. She slept with one of them.
But she doesn’t know whom. Worse, she’s pregnant.
She: Who’s my baby’s father?!

Already heartbroken when her father died, Beryl was devastated when she found her boyfriend f*ucking her step-mum at the parking lot of the funeral. What’s more shocking was the billionaire Armand Lupine’s sudden appearance and his hot triplets claiming to be her mate. And what is mate anyway? Forced to live with Armand and the triplets, Beryl uncovered the realm of the werewolf's world. Though Armand cherishes her, the triplets, star hockey player Nicholas, world-famous painter Brian and rock star Cheney always took every opportunity to make fun of her. Are they really Beryl’s mates? With them around, can Beryl return to the ordinary human life as she wished?

When Beryl was heartbroken finding her boyfriend cheating on her with her step-mum, The triplet billionaires appeared, claiming to be her mates. They fall for her, hard. She slept with one of them. But she doesn’t know whom. Worse, she’s pregnant. She: Who’s my baby’s father?!

Already heartbroken when her father died, Beryl was devastated when she found her boyfriend f*ucking her step-mum at the parking lot of the funeral. What’s more shocking was the billionaire Armand Lupine’s sudden appearance and his hot triplets claiming to be her mate. And what is mate anyway? Forced to live with Armand and the triplets, Beryl uncovered the realm of the werewolf's world. Though Armand cherishes her, the triplets, star hockey player Nicholas, world-famous painter Brian and rock star Cheney always took every opportunity to make fun of her. Are they really Beryl’s mates? With them around, can Beryl return to the ordinary human life as she wished?

Clara is just a low-ranking royal Omega, but all the Omegas bully her simply because she is mute. When a handsome stranger, severely injured, falls in front of her, her kindness prevents her from ignoring him. She saves him and helps him reclaim his identity.
However, Clara’s mate, because of her flaw, falsely accuses her and only wants her dead. Just as she faces the brink of death and is about to be executed, the stranger saves her. He turns out to be the rumored prince who went missing on the battlefield, and her best friend, Nora, is the prince’s mate.
She finally escapes the bullying, but Nora seems to have changed, and it seems like she has a subtle bond with Gideon.

After the brutal betrayal by her mate and her own sister, Julia never expected to end up in bed with her notoriously difficult Alpha Boss, Ronan. Now, to protect her job, she has no choice but to keep it a secret.
Thankfully, Ronan hasn’t realized the woman from that night is right under his nose. Just as Julia starts to relax—she makes an even more shocking discovery: she’s carrying Ronan’s pup...

For ten years, Lyra has been hopelessly in love with Kael, the powerful Northern Alpha. She endured ridicule in her pursuit, and even as Fated Mates, Kael never acknowledged her Luna identity. Before dying, she finally realized the cruel truth — Kael never loved her — and passed away alone on the bed where they were married.
Fortunately, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance.
Reborn at seventeen, Lyra vows to live for herself and keep her distance. Kael panics at her withdrawal, unable to bear seeing her draw close to other Alphas. He believes the seemingly weak, Wolfless Lyra cannot escape his grasp, but she hides a true Alpha identity. Beneath their love, a far greater conspiracy quietly lurks.

“Loathe me all you want, sweetie, but you are still mine. My sex slave." His lips stretched into a smirk. One that annoyed her to the core.

Her life was doing better, perfect even, until he openly declared her as his mate in front of everyone, both friends and foes. But his actions spoke differently. He made her his sex slave, oblivious of how her life would change drastically with him.

Hailey has been in love with Derek since their first day in college. Just when Hailey finally works up the courage to confess, Derek’s highschool ex, Jessica, shows up again. And before Hailey can blink, Derek’s back in Jessica’s arms.
Heartbroken and drunk, Hailey slept with the man who she believed was Derek. Similar face. Similar voice. Similar intoxicating pull. But by morning, Hailey realizes it was a mistake.
Hailey’s world collapses even further when her mom announces a surprise engagement and takes her to meet her new fiancé.
Her mother’s soon-to-be husband? Derek’s father.
And his other son Tyler? Hailey's One-Night-Stand.
Living under the same roof with these two stepbrothers is hard enough for Hailey, while more secrets about their family are just beginning to surface....

Tessa was the fallen Alpha heiress, deaf but still bound to protect her late father’s legacy. Evander was the rising young Alpha, the perfect presidential candidate.
A marriage contract tied them together, but with one condition: once Evander found his true fated mate, their contracted marriage would be over.
Five years later, when Evander finally promised that he would attend the last mating ceremony and give up finding his fated mate, Tessa got pregnant. Tessa believed it’s all meant to be, but Evander returned with another woman, claiming that she was his fated mate...
Now Tessa must decide: reveal her pregnancy and risk losing everything, or walk away to protect the future growing inside her.

One week into her marriage, Mira longs to spend a passionate night with her husband, Tyler—
only to come face-to-face with her fated mate instead: Valen Montclair, the Lycan King.
All Mira wants is to stay by Tyler’s side.
But fate has other plans, dragging her into Valen’s world against her will.
When love and destiny stand on opposite sides…
Will Mira choose her husband—or the fated mate she was never meant to meet?
Her answer will change everything.

Six years ago, Tara was abruptly dumped by the man she loved—Kade. Soon after, she discovered she was pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, Abby.
Now a single mother, Tara is desperate to save her sick child. When Abby develops a mysterious illness no doctor can explain, Tara moves to a new city in search of treatment—only to meet Soren Hawthorne, a powerful man who unexpectedly offers her help.
Life finally seems to turn in her favor…
Until the truth comes out.
Abby is a half-wolf.
Soren is an Alpha werewolf.
And Tara is his fated mate—a human he can never accept as his Luna.
Worst of all?
Kade, the man who abandoned her, is Soren’s best friend.
Fate has returned—and this time, it won’t let her go.

On my birthday, my husband ditched me for his "innocent" adopted sister, mocking me as a useless housewife. He has no clue that I, Sophia, am actually "Sue"—the legendary designer his company is desperate to recruit!

Fed up, I slammed the divorce papers on the table, ready to crush his arrogance and expose his sister's lies.

But the moment I stopped caring, this icy CEO lost his mind. He pinned me against the wall, his eyes burning with dark obsession: "Sophia, trying to escape? Over my dead body. Tonight, I’ll show you exactly whose wife you are..."

"Lily, listen to me. Every IVF cycle you went through was a lie. James was injecting you with experimental fertility drugs—unapproved, illegal. You were a test subject. The baby… it's not even genetically his."
Her world shatters with those words.
After twenty failed IVF treatments and four years of heartbreak, Lily Collins finally has everything she's ever wanted: she's pregnant with the miracle baby she and her husband James fought so hard for. But the man she married is becoming someone she doesn't recognize—controlling, secretive, and increasingly dangerous.
When James strikes her for the first time, Lily tells herself it's the stress. When he isolates her from friends and monitors her every move, she convinces herself it's concern for the baby. But when she discovers he's been lying about their fertility treatments, she realizes the father of her unborn child might be hiding something far more sinister than she ever imagined.
Meanwhile, across the city...Alpha werewolf Ace Winters has spent years searching for his destined mate. When the bond finally calls to him, leading him to a pregnant woman living in fear, his protective instincts roar to life. But his mate is human, fragile, and already running from one dangerous man. One wrong move could send her fleeing forever. One right move could save her life.
Two men. One woman. A baby caught in between.
As Lily fights to uncover the truth about her husband's deceptions, she has no idea that her salvation might come from the mysterious stranger watching over her or that accepting his protection will thrust her into a world where fairy tales are real. Love can be written in the stars.
But first, she has to survive long enough to discover that monsters don't always look like monsters...And heroes don't always look entirely human.

At my bastard father's birthday party, I was drugged by my sister Emily—and worse, she planned to have her boyfriend assault me. As the substance coursed through my veins, desire began overwhelming my rational mind. But in that moment of vulnerability, my contract husband saved me. I found myself burning only for him. What started as his attempt to help me through the drug's effects became a night of raw, passionate intimacy that shattered every boundary we'd carefully constructed. In his arms, I discovered a hunger I never knew existed, and he claimed me with a possessive intensity that left us both breathless...
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When Amelia Thompson signed that marriage contract, she never knew her husband was an FBI undercover agent.
Ethan Black approached her to investigate Viktor Group—the corrupt corporation where her late mother worked. To him, Amelia was just another lead, possibly the conspirator's daughter he was sworn to destroy.
But three months of marriage changed everything. Her warmth and fierce independence dismantled every defense around his heart—until the day she vanished.
Three years later, she returns with their child, seeking the truth about her mother's death. And he's no longer just an FBI agent, but a man desperate to win her back.
A Marriage Contract. A Life-Changing Inheritance. A Heart-Shattering Betrayal.
This time, can love survive the ultimate deception?

I thought my husband was my salvation.
Until I overheard him in the wine cellar, laughing and joking with my "attackers" from that night.
The gang rape that destroyed me was a show he orchestrated himself.

He married me only for inheritance rights.
He humiliated me, branded me, took away my child, and made my life a living hell.
But he forgot one thing—
The ancient blood oath of the Corleone family states clearly:
If a husband betrays his marriage, everything he owns shall belong to his wife.

This time, I'm no longer the rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.
This time, I write the ending.

I died the day I caught my fiancé cheating.

I had walked in on my cousin and my fiancé, completely naked in the backseat of a brand-new Porsche. It was a car bought with stolen money—embezzled from the estate of my recently deceased grandmother, Margaret.

Panic had set in the moment I discovered them. To stop me from calling the cops, he slammed his foot on the gas.

As a pool of warm blood spread beneath my head, I heard him lying to the first responders: "She’s mentally unstable. She threw herself right in front of the car."

I died exactly like that—labeled a hysterical, suicidal woman.

But just when I thought it was all over, my eyes snapped open.

The hot blood that had just blurred my vision, the shattering agony in my bones—it was all gone.

I clutched my pregnancy test results in my hand, standing outside the door of Ethan's office.

I wanted to surprise my husband with this news.

Instead, I overheard a conversation about how to "permanently remove" me from his and our daughter's lives.

When that dealer tortured me, my dad, a narcotics cop, and my mom, the city’s chief medical examiner, were busy celebrating my sister’s win in the volleyball semifinals. To get back at my dad for destroying his drug network three years earlier, that man cut my throat. Right before I died, I called my dad. Before I hung up, he said, “Cut it out. Serena’s game is what mattered most right now.”

I thought my husband was cheating, so I followed him to catch him in the act, only to witness him kill someone on our wedding anniversary.

His hands were still covered in blood when he touched my red hair and asked me what was wrong.

Was he the legendary "Red Hair Reaper"?

When the police came knocking the next day, I told them everything.

But they would never know—even the murder I "witnessed" that night was nothing but a performance staged for them from beginning to end.

My three-year-old daughter hides behind the sofa whenever I try to hold her now.

“Mommy is scary,” she whispers, clutching her stuffed bear like a shield.

I thought it was just a toddler’s overactive imagination.

Until I checked the camera feed in my own bedroom.

I watched a woman who looked exactly like me step out of the shadows of our antique mirror, slip into my husband’s bed, and kiss him.

When they shoved me into the flames, I fought through the blinding pain to call my brother, Ethan Bennett. Fire licked at my skin, twisting my vision, but the call finally went through.

"What is it now?" He sounded distracted, like he was checking off a guest list.

"Ethan, please, help—" My voice was shattered, choked by the searing heat.

"Can't you just give it a rest for one single day?" he snapped, cutting me off. "Selina and I are getting married this weekend. If you pull another stunt, I swear I'll—"

The call died right as the flames swallowed me whole.

Agony consumed every nerve before my eyes closed for good, his unfinished threat still echoing in my ears.

But the good news is, Ethan... you don't have to swear anymore. Because I was dead.

My daughter begged me, tears in her eyes, to take her to gymnastics camp—just the two of us.

I thought it was her way of proving she loved me.

I was wrong.

In that hotel room in Toronto, I overheard my husband's voice—with another woman.

“Don't worry, Sophia will find a way to stay a few more days. I promised her that blue limited-edition leotard.”

“Her body now… after giving birth, it's ruined.”

In that moment, my world collapsed.

I thought I'd only been betrayed by my husband.
But the daughter I raised with everything I had—she was his accomplice.

The child I nurtured with my own hands kept clearing the path: so that woman could sleep in my bed, wear the lingerie I could no longer fit into, sneer in front of the mirror at every single mark my body earned from bringing life into this world.

I once believed that giving up my career would be enough to hold my family together.

But they joined hands to tell me: my sacrifice was never honored. It was a joke.

When a woman who has given everything to her family finally wakes up—

Her revenge will make every single one of them remember exactly what they did.

My daughter Lily was shot dead while she was performing on her own stage.
I rushed forward to shield her, and a speaker crashed down onto my right shoulder. The bone shattered.
My husband, Vincent, “shot the gunman dead” at once and sealed off the entire opera house.
When I woke up in the hospital room, the pain almost suffocated me. My right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and when I tried to raise my arm, all I felt was a numb.
“…This isn’t what we agreed on.” The doctor’s voice was low and unsteady. “We only needed her blood sample for matching. Why did it have to go this far?”
“Lily’s blood type is a perfect match. This is the best possible outcome,” Vincent said. “I married Elena for this moment. I’ve been waiting for it.”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds. “But she’s your daughter… There’s no need to sacrifice a life, even if she is a Salaceno.”
Vincent cut him off. “You know how long an artificial heart can last. Camila’s daughter won’t hold out for long. I can’t put her through another surgery.”
“Camila’s child is the one I should cherish.”
At that moment, my blood ran cold. In his eyes, my daughter was nothing but an organ container.
He had no idea. All that talk about protecting his precious daughter—she wasn't even his.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

I almost died on the operating table trying to give Alexander Volkov a child, unaware he already had a pair of illegitimate twins with his childhood sweetheart.
My heart stopped when I saw the DNA results. Alec, the man who made the New York underworld tremble, the man who flew back on a private jet just to hold my hand, was a flawless liar.
I turned my face away, tears soaking the hospital pillow. My hand drifted to my belly. God had finally decided to give me a break after five years of needles and agony—I was pregnant. But now, it felt like the cruelest joke.
He pulled me into his arms, smelling of expensive cologne and... baby formula.
"Tell me what's wrong, honey. Whoever made you unhappy, I'll make them pay."
I stared into his lying eyes and made my decision.
I would vanish with his unborn child, leaving him to rot in eternal regret.

I once loved Ryan deeply and helped him become the Alpha, only to be rewarded with chains in a dungeon and the mocking laughter of him and his mistress.

Fate gave me a second chance—I woke up reborn on the morning of the mate selection ceremony. There he was, still ordering me around in front of everyone, expecting me to play the obedient servant.

Everyone tried to convince me that Ryan, the man who killed me, is the "right choice."

Yet I chose Connor—the man feared by the entire clan, the one who will bring ruin to the clan for the sake of his one true love.

This time, I refuse to be the stepping stone on Ryan's climb to power.

I'm going to make everyone see who truly holds the reins.

I was the hottest A-list actress in Hollywood, until a few deepfaked videos of me "abusing assistants" and malicious photos of my "rotting face" dragged me straight to hell.
In just one month, I became a monster despised by the entire internet.
Facing tens of thousands of death threats telling me to "die with a rotting face."
They wanted me to die crying. I didn't. Instead, I decided to express my deepest gratitude to the bullies who ruined my life.
And my "thank you" is going to cost a fortune.
But I never imagined the real monster wasn't hiding behind a screen—he was holding the syringe.

"What kind of sick game are you playing?" my husband, Mark, snapped through the phone.
I stared at my heavy plaster cast and said nothing.
In my previous life, distant relatives brought a bag of cash to my clinic, begging me to bump my cousin up the surgery waitlist. I refused.
By morning, the money vanished.
Security footage showed someone in my scrubs, with my exact face, stealing it.
My colleague, Sarah, and my husband accused me of taking the bribe. They destroyed my career. My cousin died waiting.
Driven mad by grief, her parents ran me down with their truck.
Reborn, when I saw the new surveillance footage, I finally understood who she was.

"You have two months to live." The doctor's death sentence was still ringing in my ears when I found the receipt in his pocket.

[Four Seasons Hotel. Romance Suite. Check-in: 3:00 PM.]

3:00 PM. The exact moment I was begging the doctor for painkillers, Alexander was in a hotel bed with another woman.

I looked at him, sleeping soundly beside me. I had loved this man for five years, sold everything to help him succeed. Now, in the final countdown of my life, he gave me the most fatal blow.

"I'm exhausted from meetings," he had lied, smelling of Santal 33 and another woman's sex.

I clenched the receipt until my nails dug into my flesh. I wouldn't tell him about the cancer.

I would use whatever time I had left to make him regret ever being born.

"You sure dispatch called this... natural causes?" I gripped the steering wheel, staring at the perfect suburban house.
"That's what they said," Gates muttered. The victim's father, Arthur, stood at the door in pressed khakis, weeping.
He swore his daughter, Grace, died in her sleep last night after eating vanilla pudding.
But the moment we stepped inside, a suffocating cocktail of cheap lavender spray and rotting meat punched me in the sinuses.
In the living room, SpongeBob SquarePants was blasting at maximum volume. Grace was slumped in a recliner. When Gates gently pinched her wrist to lift her arm, a sickeningly soft, tearing rip echoed in the room.
Her grayish skin completely degloved, fused to the leather armrest. Beneath the liquefied muscle tissue, frantic rows of tiny white maggots wriggled into the exposed bone.
A body that died "last night" doesn't breed maggots.

I was squatting on the floor, wiping up the juice spilled by a customer when I ran into my ex-husband, Tan Yeming.
It was our first meeting in the three years since our divorce.
He was just as cold and arrogant as before.
“You must have suffered enough these three years. If you’ve learned your lesson, come home with me.”
I was alone at the restaurant today, and I was too busy to deal with him.
He stood in front of the counter, looking at me, wanting to say something but hesitating. “Zhengzheng, I’m talking to you…”
I cut him off. “Sir, would you like to order something?”
“If not, please step aside. You’re holding up the other customers.”
He was left speechless and only after a long pause asked, “Zhengzheng, what’s wrong with you?”
I still didn’t answer.
Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t love him anymore.

"Help! Somebody help me! Julian is trying to kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, bursting into my gender reveal party.

Just minutes ago, Julian was my perfect, doting husband. Then he opens my unborn baby's genetic screening report. The unadulterated ferocity and revulsion simmering in his eyes makes my entire body shake. He grips my arm, demanding I terminate the pregnancy.

I already died once because of that piece of paper. In my past life, they dragged me to a freezing lab, pumped me full of drugs, and murdered my child before locking me in an asylum.

This time, I hide behind the guests. But my parents storm in. After seeing the report, instead of saving me, Dad kicks me squarely in the stomach.

"You shameless little whore," he spits.

They are about to drag me out the back door when two police officers step through the glass doors. The cop hands me the confiscated report.

I look down at the printed words... and finally understand.

"Someone is right behind you."
It's the most common comment I get in the chat during my late-night streams.
But when that exact phrase abruptly hijacked my screen, spammed in bold, blood-red letters, my blood ran completely cold.
Because deep down, I knew. This time, they weren't joking.
It was real.

My birthday was never truly mine.

Everyone was busy making sure she was comfortable, happy, and protected.
When she deliberately handed me chamomile tea—knowing I was allergic—they told me not to hurt my sister’s good intentions and forced me to drink it.

My brother accused me of being jealous and locked me in the basement.

They all forgot about me to celebrate her birthday, even my fiancé.

Lying there, I realized something worse than pain—I was replaceable.

That was the day I understood the truth about my family.
I was dying on “my” birthday, and no one chose me.