20th Century Years

One accidentally crossed, and crossed the United States. Well, there's nothing wrong with crossing America. But who is that guy flying around with a hammer?! Hey ~ Who's there to control the thunderstorm! I didn't know this weather was bad for business...

Her life is a mess. Her father died from a car accident and her mother went away with another man. She was left in her exploitative and abusive relatives, her aunt and cousin. She is very poor and carries the world. They looked at her like a rag not until she was rescued by the forty-five years old Zillionaire. But little did she know, a rollercoaster twist of a life is waiting for her after she was rescued.

I'm about to get married under the witness of the Goddess of the Moon. However, Carl Erickson, my partner of ten years, doesn't know it yet. Carl has recently hired a new assistant—Ivy Keating. Everyone in the wolf pack knows something amorous is going on between them; they frequently "discuss work" until the wee hours of the night. A celebration that's supposed to be for our anniversary turns into Ivy's birthday celebration. Carl orders a ten-layer mango cream cake for the celebration—it's Ivy's favorite. They get cream everywhere, but they've forgotten I'm seriously allergic to mangoes. A regular mango is as lethal to me as wolf venom is. I'm taken away by an ambulance to be rescued, and I'm alone when I wake up. Carl is still at the party, celebrating Ivy's birthday. My wolf growls unhappily, and my love for Carl dies. It's then that I agree to the marriage my family has arranged for me. I'm going to marry a true Alpha.

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

"I forced my billionaire husband's first love out and then I fell into the abyss. Six years later, he said he had fallen in love with me, but I was no longer attached."

Eight years after I married that award-winning actor, he publicly declared he was dating the top starlet, Celine James. He even posted a picture of the two of them celebrating their adopted “baby’s” birthday. I did not call him to interrogate him as usual. Instead, he hurriedly explained, “It’s just a pet we adopted. As its ‘dad’, I have to be there for its birthday.” I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.”

All her life, Nicole was told that a woman isn’t supposed to have a voice or speak up for herself. She was raised to obey and to say yes to everything they wanted, and she did just that. She said yes to them taking everything from her and agreed to marry the man her family chose because he was deemed the right match to help the family business. They told her he was the best man for her, and she believed them. She gave in back then, but no more. All they said were lies. He wasn’t the right one for her, nor would he ever love her as much as she loved him. Or was she mistaken? In a maze of deceit and manipulation, she decided to take control of her life and end it all. They think she’s powerless, but she’s not. As Nicole embarked on her new journey, she faced several unexpected challenges. Hidden truths from her past came to light, alongside dramas and plots from those who wished her harm. Could Nicole put her past behind her and embrace the future, or could she get the love she had wasted for so many years?

Buried deep in the Aster estate was the Heartwood—ancient, sacred, mine. Told my husband, Julian Aster—back when he actually listened—that if it ever fell, I'd die with it. At first, he freaked out. Flew in glacier water, hired a whole squad of plant experts to nurture it 24/7. Then one day, just because his childhood friend—Isabella Duvall—got a scratch from the bark, Julian had the Heartwood ripped out. The second it crashed, I choked on glowing blood—ichor. My power? Gone. Barely standing, I grabbed his arm. "You knew. If the Heartwood dies, I—" He laughed. Straight-up mocked me. "Sera, come on. That fairy tale? Only Grandma still believes that crap. Is that mayo on your mouth? Relax—it's a tree. I'll buy you a forest if you want." Overnight, my hair turned gray. Skin cracked. Eyes dulled. Still, I dragged myself to his grandmother, Henrietta. "I kept your family safe for two hundred years. That's why the Asters thrived. But the Heartwood's gone. Debt's paid. One day left. Whatever happens next? Not my problem."

In my previous life, my brother and fiancé teamed up to sabotage my company for the sake of my so-called best friend. After I went bankrupt, they stood beside her watching me collapse in the pouring rain, laughing mockingly at my pathetic state. "Linda Turner, you look as pathetic as a drenched dog!" they sneered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the project bidding meeting three years earlier. In my previous life, when my company was just starting out, my brother and fiancé had warned me against using the Turner and Peterson family connections. They claimed it wouldn't be fair to others, but then turned around and handed projects to my best friend under various pretexts, just to see her smile. Now that I was back, I watched them secretly manipulating things just like before, giving my projects to my best friend. I finally gave up on them completely. When they found out I was leaving the country, my brother and fiancé set off fireworks all night, celebrating that they'd finally gotten rid of me, the burden. But three years later, at the Trada Corp's bidding meeting, I took the stage as the CEO's wife—and they couldn't hide the redness in their eyes.

Yohan Dixon, the most wanted bachelor in his thirties, was the drunken man who rescued Sara Owen in the pitch-black night. He permits the terrified woman to stay with him in his villa, in which, no one is allowed to enter. He protects her out of trouble, pays for her schooling, and assists her in enhancing her mental well-being. She decides to be his slave, but she is shocked when one day he hands her a marriage certificate to sign. He said, “Sara Owen, I won’t give you a U-turn. You will have to tolerate my palms on your body. But, I will never be able to fall for you.” She did not disagree and said, “I have decided already. I have authorized you for my life. You can keep me alive however you want.” After becoming his wife from his maid, she reaches his bed but cannot reach his heart. The fake marriage turns into a physical relationship and he begin to calm his desires. Every night, every day, every moment, she sees him drowning in alcohol, ruining himself, burning his heart alone missing his girlfriend who had died in a plane crash years ago. Joining the pieces of her broken heart, Sara Owen falls in love with him, but it's too late when Yohan Dixon's ex-girlfriend comes back into his life. Will this sham marriage last? Or will Yohan Dixon throw Sara out of his life? What will happen to the child who may have been in Sara Owen's womb?