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Evy was a simple-minded girl. If there's work she's there. Evy is a known workaholic. She works day and night, dedicating each of her waking hours to her jobs and making sure that she reaches the deadline. On the day of her birthday, her body gave up and she died alone from exhaustion. Upon receiving the chance of a new life, she was reincarnated as the daughter of the Duke of Polvaros and acquired the prose of living a comfortable life ahead of her. Only she doesn't want that. She wants to work. Even if it's being a maid, a hired killer, or an adventurer. She will do it. The only thing wrong with Evy is that she has no concept of reincarnation or being isekaid. In her head, she was kidnapped to a faraway land… stranded in a place far away from Japan. So she has to learn things as she goes with as little knowledge as anyone else. Having no sense of ever knowing that she was living in fantasy nor knowing the destruction that lies ahead in the future. Evy will do her best to live the life she wanted and surprise a couple of people on the way. Unbeknownst to her, all her actions will make a ripple. Whether they be for the better or worse.... Evy has no clue.

Sinora learned early that survival meant obedience. For several years, she endured humiliation, violence, and betrayal at the hands of her foster family and the Belmont family—the elite dynasty that owned her loyalty, her love, and her silence. She was a fiancée in name, a servant in truth, and a woman erased for the comfort of others. When their cruelty leaves her fighting for her life, Sinora wakes with a vow — she would Live this time. Sold into marriage to Cassian Blackwood, the cold and infamous heir of a criminal empire, Sinora expects another cage, but prepares to fight back. However, what she finds instead is a man as ruthless as he is unreadable, in a world where power is taken, not given, and loyalty is a valuable currency. His family, surprisingly accepts her like family. Cassian expects a broken, obedient wife. Instead, he gets a woman who has been to hell, and whose life is about to change on a totally different level. When the dying patriarch of the Belmont family leaves Sinora a shocking share of their empire, the Belmonts turn on her and the Blackwood family, reeling in enemies from all around, and a decades-old crime begins to surface. A dead man’s switch unleashes secrets that ignite wars between elite families and criminal syndicates. Assassinations, betrayals, and hidden bloodlines threaten to destroy everything. They chase after Sin as if she holds the key to their very destruction. Pulled between her abusive ex fiancé and the dangerous husband who awakens something dark and intoxicating in her, Sinora must decide who she will become in a world that only respects monsters. Because her birth was a crime, and her existence is a threat, Sinora must do everything to find the truth and survive.

From day one Stacy was unloved and abused, and unwanted. Her mother "abandoned" her as a baby. Her step mother is evil, her step brother and sister hate her, and her father never wanted her. Will she finally find love? Or will she be unwanted? After some time she finds out she isn't normal at all she has some powers.Updates three times a day noon, four pm and 10 pm central time.

I once risked my life to save Jaxson Rourke on a rainy night. He remembered my face. Yet, when he came to propose, he mistook Elena for me simply because we shared a similar appearance. My stepmother forbade me from revealing the truth. Tragically, Elena was frail and passed away from illness before the wedding. My father couldn't bear to let such immense wealth and status slip away, so he decided to hand the marriage to me instead. He thought that I would surely win the Jaxson’s favor, thinking I closely resembled Elena, enough to replace her. But, my father was wrong. Jaxson only has hatred for me, "You two look so much alike.” He sneered, “Why did she have to be the one who died, and not you?" After the marriage, Jaxson remained indifferent towards me, never believing a word I said. Now, I have been reborn to the time when Jaxson had just gotten engaged…I knelt before my stepmother and pleaded, "To avoid any unexpected trouble, please arrange my marriage as soon as possible.

In my sixth year with Nathan Bennett. "Nathan, I'm getting married," I said. He jolted, suddenly snapping back to reality, looking somewhat troubled. "Hannah, you know the company is at a crucial point with our financing. I'm not in the mood to..." “It’s okay,” I replied, my smile calm and composed. Nathan misunderstood. I was getting married, but not to him.

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”