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On Molly Jensen’s birthday, her husband, Caleb Lawson, spent the entire day at the hospital, staying by his sister-in-law’s side as she gave birth. Everyone knew the baby she was carrying was the posthumous child of Caleb’s twin brother. But Molly knew the truth. That child was Caleb’s. Her husband had cheated with his so-called lost love, his own sister-in-law. The entire Lawson family had helped cover it up, all while plotting to force Molly out of the marriage with nothing so the other woman could take her place. Fine. If the Lawsons wanted to be cruel, then she wasn’t about to keep digging through the trash for love. Caleb thought the woman he had married was nothing more than the Jensen family’s unwanted adopted daughter. Easy to dismiss. Easy to control. What he didn’t know was that his wife was the computer genius he had spent years searching for. Step by step, Molly planned carefully, struck precisely, and made every last one of them pay. After getting her revenge, she returned to her career and built a legend in the AI world. She no longer had any interest in love. But she had no idea that Adrian Cross, the heir to Harbor City’s most powerful family, had been unable to forget her for years. He cleared every obstacle in her path and helped her rise to the top. At last, the feelings he had buried for years broke free. Caleb’s eyes turned red as he lost control. “Molly, the baby you’re carrying is mine!” Molly smiled calmly. “Sorry, Mr. Lawson. You’re not the father.”

On our third mating anniversary, I was shocked to discover that my mate Ethan Rivers had been spending nights with his childhood sweetheart, and even the mating certificate he gave me was fake. When I confronted him about it, Ethan coldly accused me of being ungrateful. "I performed the mating ritual with Bella to help her deal with her family's pressure to mate. How can you be so selfish?" "It's not like I don't love you. It's just a mating certificate - why are you making such a big deal out of it? I was planning to perform the real ritual with you this year, but I never expected you to be so greedy. Aria, you really disappoint me." I blocked him completely, and he immediately took Bella on their honeymoon. Five years later, we reunited at an elite pack gathering. His pack was thriving, and beside him stood Bella Rose, adorned in jewels with a perfect smile. Seeing me crouched on the ground searching through cake scraps in the trash, he clicked his tongue impatiently. "Look what you've become after leaving me. You scorned the fake certificate back then, but now even if you threw yourself at me, nobody would want you!" "For old times' sake, if you kneel down and apologize to Bella, I might let you come back as our servant." I had no time to deal with him. My son had mischievously hidden my eighty-million-dollar mating ring in some cake, and I needed to find it quickly. Otherwise, when his father arrived, the little one would be in trouble again.

When I'm washing Julian White's pants, I pull out a management fee invoice from one of the pockets. Surprisingly enough, the address is the unit on the floor above my apartment. The thing is, Julian's name is put down as the apartment owner. As I clutch the invoice, I feel my blood turning into ice. Suddenly, I recall the way Julian kept telling me he had overtime shifts to pull over the past six months. Because of that, he often came home past midnight. There were a few times when I realized that his car was still parked in its designated parking slot of the apartment block despite the fact that he had already "gone out". When I asked Julian for the reason, he answered, "The gas prices are very high right now. Taking the subway is more convenient, not to mention I get to save more money for our family's expenses." I used to feel happy about the fact that Julian cared so much about our family. But now, I finally realize that his so-called overtime shifts are just excuses for him to spend time in the unit upstairs. At that moment, I hear the sounds of a key being inserted into the front door's lock. Julian is home. When he notices the invoice in my hand, he takes it from me casually. "Maybe the staff placed it in the wrong mailbox." I nod with a smile. "It's nothing. I'm going to take out the trash first." After leaving the apartment, I head upstairs right away. Once I knock on the door, the woman who came to open the door for me is heavily pregnant. It seems that she's about to give birth.

My boyfriend's childhood friend, Cassandra Lindth, performs one of the forbidden spells, trading 30 years of her own life just to steal the top spot on the civil service exam from me. She pulls off a 30-day miracle and becomes an internet sensation, her comeback going viral. Meanwhile, I take the fall, get reported for cheating, and am banned from ever taking the exam again. I turn to my boyfriend, Derrick Hayes, for help, but the look he gives me spells pure disbelief. "Have you completely lost it? You couldn't pass on your own, and now you're trying to drag Cassandra's name through the mud? I never imagined you'd stoop this low!" I am speechless, with no way to prove my innocence. Cassandra sues me for defamation, and Derrick shows up in court to testify against me. I have studied for three years straight, and it ends with a three-year prison sentence. My parents are disappointed with me. They go so far as to publish their statement in the newspapers, publicly shaming me. Derrick and Cassandra announce their wedding online and are set to dive into their new jobs as soon as the honeymoon wraps up. With no way to clear my name, I spiral into despair. Disoriented and numb, I fall into the river and drown. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the week before the civil service exam. I toss my exam ticket in the trash and sign up for a three-month temp gig instead. If Cassandra is dumb enough to trade 30 years of her life for my spot, she can have it and choke on it!

On the first day back after the New Year break, I returned to find my workstation gone—replaced by two large trash bins sitting side by side. "Josh, even though you've been with the company for ten years, you still have to comply with company arrangements. "You were supposed to be reassigned before the holiday. We held off so you could enjoy your New Year. You should be grateful." As he spoke, my boss pointed toward a corner beside the restroom. There sat a set of low, worn desk and chair—something that looked like it had been discarded by an elementary school. I set my bag on it. The desk wobbled twice, then collapsed outright. Amid the muffled snickers around me, I didn't argue or make a scene. I simply looked at the boss, calm and steady. "You don't have to go through all this trouble to force me out. I'll resign now. I'll forfeit the compensation—just process it as quickly as possible." His eyes lit up, though his face feigned regret. "Since you've made up your mind, there's not much I can say. But the Vespere chip you've spent ten years developing belongs to the company—you have no right to take it with you. "Oh, and when you handle the paperwork, don't forget to pay for that cup of coffee in your hand. It's an employee benefit. As an outsider now, you'll have to cover the cost." I nodded and signed the termination agreement without resistance. But the moment I stepped out of the company, I activated the self-destruct program embedded deep within the chip's core.

My mom believed in one thing above all else: being number one. To achieve that, she created a strict daily schedule and even developed a monitoring app that required us to submit reports every day. Anyone who failed to rank first according to the app's evaluation would be tied to a chair and severely punished. No matter how difficult the task was, my younger brother, Jason Hunt, could always complete it and receive a perfect score. Even when he actually ranked last, the monitoring software would still display him in first place. As for me, a single misspelled word was enough to trigger a failing warning from the app, followed immediately by my mom's harsh punishment. At first, I tried to explain. Later, I stayed silent. In the end, I could only kneel and beg. My mom remained unmoved. "Trash doesn't deserve sympathy," she said coldly. "You'll thank me when you become successful in the future." On the first day of the New Year, my mom took Jason out to visit our relatives and exchange greetings. I, meanwhile, was burning with a high fever and could not even finish the day's assignments. Ignoring my illness, my mom dragged me into a bathtub filled with ice. "If you're trying to escape studying, you don't deserve to live," she said. "Pretending to be sick? If you've got the guts, then just die already." She forced my head underwater and raised a rod, smashing it against my skull again and again. I begged desperately for mercy, but it was futile. My mom left with Jason, and I curled up alone on the floor. She was right. Only those who work hard deserve to live.

On the day of my engagement party, my mother and I were sitting in the car waiting for the driver when my fiance's secretary suddenly sent me a video. In it, she had a middle-aged she-wolf by the hair, slapping her across the face again and again. "Selena, you gold-digging trash! Did you really think pretending to be some high-society socialite and getting engaged to Alpha Declan meant your mother could sneak into his house and steal?" Another slap landed. The woman's face was already grotesquely swollen. "Typical backwoods behavior. Always grabbing at things that don't belong to you. As Declan's secretary, I'm handling this filthy thief on his behalf." I slowly lowered my phone. Beside me, my mother was adjusting her necklace in her compact mirror. When she noticed me looking at her, she smiled and patted my hand. "Thorncrown Pack may be an absolute disaster when it comes to business, darling, but Declan is very handsome. Once the alliance is official, your father and I can help straighten things out." Frowning, I replayed the video. The sharp cheekbones. The immaculate chignon. And the mole on her ear. Oh my God. That was my future mother-in-law! I immediately called back. "Vanessa, do you have any idea what a complete idiot you are? That's Declan's mother!" She let out a vicious laugh. "Oh, please. Declan already told me all about you. Some nobody his father forced him to marry. " "He doesn't even care about you, so why would he give a damn about your relatives?"

Betty was sold to the Lycan tyrant by her mum to be his mistress just in exchange for some cash. Betty, hurt and devastated, at her mum's actions decided to accept her fate and found out along the way, the Lycan king was her mate. The Lycan king who cherishes power over anything else felt disgusted to have a mere human trash as a mate, so he rejected her boldly, Infront of everyone and declared his childhood friend with more higher status as his mate. Hurt and broken by this, developed hatred in her heart for him. The Lycan king despite having a fiancee already kept bedding Betty, and one day she got pregnant. Scared, and thinking her and her innocent baby would be murdered, she immediately decided to ran away and escaped successfully only to fall into the enemies territory, which is the werewolf Realm and from there, she met her second chance mate, who was the Alpha. She felt safe with him and Demetrius decided to use her as a pawn in his games. What games? Meanwhile, back at the Lycan's world, the Lycan king is worried and is continuously searching for Betty. Upon hearing she was in the werewolf Realm, he journeyed to get her back, but the questions are: Would she accept him back? What is Demetrius plan? Is it evil, or for the benefits of his people? What is Betty's special identity? Does Betty know she is special? And finally, who would Betty finally choose between the two kings? The one who rejected her because he wanted someone of higher status, or the one who wanted to just make use of her powers and end her? Why don't you all delve in with me and find out in this werewolf romance filled with twists?.

My boyfriend, Victor Pearson, was ranked number one in the world in horror games. Meanwhile, I was secretly working part-time as a monster NPC inside one of those dungeons. Every dungeon he cleared was SSS rank, whereas the one I worked in was the beginner level. We were never supposed to run into each other… until he nearly wiped out all the monsters in an SSS dungeon. The system pulled me in at the last second as emergency backup. When I tried to scare players with my awful acting, the live chat tore me apart. [Hahaha, since when did the monsters in this dungeon get so cowardly? She’s supposed to scare us, but we actually scared her instead.] [This is next-level dumb. Getting lost in a dungeon is embarrassing. Is this monster here for comic relief?] [Poor thing. She'd better hide. Anyone else might let her go, but if she runs into Big V, she's dead before she knows it.] [Come on. Big V only hunts the nastiest bosses. He wouldn’t even bother with trash like that. She would probably scare herself to death first.] I did everything I could to avoid Victor, to keep him from realizing I was the monster working there. But somehow, I stumbled right into him anyway. The chat exploded, waiting for my instant death. After all, he was a legend on the leaderboards, a god among players. But instead of killing me, he bent down and gently pinched my cheek. "Hey, babe. How many players do you wanna take out? I'll help you." The people in the chat lost their minds. [What the hell?!]

Late that night, I was scrolling through social media when my finger slipped, and I liked a rant that said, "No women would like to date Aries men." A few minutes later, Rachel Lewis, my ex-boyfriend's current girlfriend, flooded my private messages. [Stop trying to get Marcus's attention with these pathetic little tricks.] [You already broke up.] [A decent ex stays dead.] [You're damaging Marcus's reputation.] [I'll give you one chance to delete it.] [Otherwise, you'll face the consequences.] I laughed. I had broken up with Marcus Gibson, my Aries ex-boyfriend, three years ago. [I dumped that piece of trash out three years ago. I don't care if you picked him up and started treating him like a treasure, but stop acting like someone's trying to steal him from you every day.] That pushed Rachel completely over the edge. She sent me an Excel spreadsheet right away. [Fine. Since you're so over him, pay back every cent Marcus spent on you while you were dating. Otherwise, that proves you still want him.] I looked at the bill. Eighty-seven cups of coffee, eighteen movie tickets, that sad bouquet of roses he bought me for Valentine's Day, and even the chamomile tea he bought me when I was having my period... [The total is 4,300 dollars. If you don't transfer the money within three days, I'll make sure the whole internet knows who you are.] I stared at it, stunned. Then, I ignored the madwoman. The next day, my social media exploded.