Redemption

On my twenty-third birthday, my brother, Zackary Dixon, became the wealthiest man in the country. He threw a grand birthday party for the nanny's daughter, saying that she would be the Dixon family's favorite. At the same time, something went wrong with my artificial heart. I couldn't find a suitable one, only one month left in my life. Due to the torture of illness and great pressure, I had no choice but to call him. Hearing my cough, he coldly said, "At that time, you were afraid to get involved, and now you regret it?" My throat was sore. I stared at his expressionless face through the phone and laughed bitterly. "Zackary, three hundred thousand dollars is no big deal to you. Help me, OK?" Zackary sneered. I could hear his warm voice comforting Lillianna, "Voice phishing. It's fine." Of course, he was fine, because his sound beating heart was mine.

The day I was supposed to win the biggest award of my career, I walked in on my boyfriend, Ethan, in bed with another woman. He sneered, calling me a face-blind, scent-deaf bore in bed. I planned to expose his ass at the award ceremony. Instead, he and his lover mowed me down with their car. Next thing I knew, I woke up with them in an S-class horror survival game. Mortality rate: over 95%. We had to survive ten days in a haunted manor to be revived. Hit 100 on your Anxiety Level, and your soul is obliterated. Chloe, Ethan's lover, sneered. "Sensory defects? You can't recognize ghosts or smell danger. In a horror game, that’s a death sentence. You might as well just die." The others heard her and scrambled to team up. Me? I walked straight into the lair of the manor's final boss. The most powerful demon in the game wanted to devour my soul. I couldn't really see him. I just thought he was a cosplayer. I lunged forward, poked his abs, and pointed at the glowing crack in his chest. "Wow, you're really committed to the role. This getup must've cost a fortune."

On my sweet sixteen, my three brothers came home with a girl named Sylvie. They said I have to treat her like my family. I didn’t think much would change. But years later, everything did. Jace, my youngest brother, shoved me down the stairs for her. Asher—the oldest, who once promised he'd protect me forever—told me to get out. So I left. Quietly. They thought I was just acting out. So they took Sylvie to France, didn't even bothering to check in What they didn’t know was that I’d signed my name on a contract—one that aligned me with our family’s biggest rival by becoming their youngest chemist. Written in black and white, I could never go home again. The night they found out I was really gone for good? They broke. Every last one of them.

"I've known you forever, Mathia. I can read your every move, every gesture, every reaction, and every word. You don't need to say it out loud because you're mine, and that's all that matters. Your feelings for me don't change the fact that you belong to me." ~ Draken Luzevia. ---- Mathia and Draken were deeply in love, and fate seemed to have destined them to be inseparable. However, life had other plans, and their relationship bore fruit in the form of a child growing within Mathia's womb. Instead of joy, Mathia felt overwhelming sadness and a heavy heart when Draken abruptly left her. Uncertain about her future, she found strength in her determination to care for their child. As time passed, the inevitable happened - the two were reunited, and Draken laid eyes on his child with his former lover. But what drove Draken to abandon his child and the mother of his child in the first place?

The night before graduation, my best friend Sophie talked me into confessing to Lucas Sterling, the boy I'd secretly loved for three years. She said Lucas was at the basketball court, wearing a white T-shirt. I gathered every ounce of courage I had, grabbed the bouquet of roses, and rushed over. I came up behind a boy and covered his eyes with my hands. "Lucas, I've liked you for so long!" I felt his body go rigid. He turned around — and the face staring back at me was dangerously handsome, with a wild edge to his gaze. It was Dominic Blackwood. The one person at Westfield High that nobody dared to cross. I spun around to run, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest. He dipped his head, breathing in the scent of my hair, his voice rough and low. "What did you just say? That you like me?" "Say it again." "If you don't, I'll kiss you right here in front of the whole school."

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.

She regained consciousness in the hospital. Feeling exhausted and weary. She remembered nothing—not even her own name. “Who are you?” A man named Silvanus Clemonte claimed her as his wife. Gave her names, She, Aeliana Monroe never thought she had a husband waiting for her along. Non of the people—even in the mansion longed for her. It was only Silvanus who substantially takes good care of her welfare. However, Aeliana could not feel any heartbeats shattered on her chest towards Silvanus Clemonte. She started to wonder about her identity. Was she really married to the big time Billionaire?

After six years with Joel, Lyra landed in the hospital—sick and drained. The day she got discharged, she caught something in the hallway she wasn't supposed to hear. "Joel Fenwick, are you out of your mind? You gave Lyra's bone marrow to Renee without telling her? You knew her health was trash and lied about it being a stomach issue just to make her do it?" Renee. Joel's childhood flame. The girl he never got over. Lyra didn't cry. Didn't freak out. She just picked up the phone, called her parents overseas, and said yes to an arranged marriage with the Windsors.

Behind every locked door lies a secret… For Elena, it’s the hunger she hides from her cold and distant husband. For Adrian, it’s the forbidden desire he feels for the one woman he should never touch—his stepmother. What begins as stolen glances and teasing remarks quickly spirals into something dangerous. Behind closed doors, guilt turns into obsession, lust turns into fire, and the line between right and wrong disappears. But how long can they keep their dirty secret before it explodes, tearing the family apart? A forbidden romance dripping with passion, danger, and irresistible temptation.

In a world where love and danger intertwine, Catherine Delarasma's life spirals into chaos when her grandmother is brutally attacked, forcing her into a desperate bid for money. Torn between her feelings for her professor, Vincent, and the hospital owner, Calvin—who are secretly twin brothers—Catherine finds herself entangled in a web of passion, betrayal, and dark family secrets. As she navigates her newfound life in Canada, she discovers a twin sister, also named Catherine, whose rebellious spirit ignites jealousy and rivalry. With their father, Debbie, lurking in the shadows and plotting against the twins, the stakes rise. When love turns into sacrifice, can Catherine protect those she cares for, or will her family's greed tear them apart forever? Prepare for a gripping tale of loyalty, ambition, and the lengths one will go to for love.