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I was ten when my Omega mother mated the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My stepbrother, Draven, never let me forget how I’d diluted their pure blood. With his silent blessing, the entire pack became a weapon to carry out his hate. During a full moon hunt, he gave the nod. That's all it took. His followers "accidentally" pushed me in front of a raging stag. I felt its antlers rip my shoulder open. He looked down at me, his golden eyes dripping with scorn. “Don’t think you’re one of us just because your mother latched onto my father. Weaklings get culled. And I’ll be the one to kick you off my land.” At his command, they'd ruin my offerings to the Moon Goddess. They shredded my coming-of-age gown with silver blades. Through it all, my mother would only look at me with shame. My stepfather, the great Alpha, just saw me as a troublesome brat. I made myself small, desperate for a scrap of kindness. But it only made me the pack outcast. Hated and completely alone. Until Draven’s best friend, Liam—the Alpha heir to the Rage River Pack—showed interest in me at the werewolf academy. For the first time ever, Draven left me alone. I thought Liam was my only light in the darkness. On my birthday, I gave myself to him completely. The next day, I overheard him talking to Draven. Draven’s voice was low, laced with venom. “Did you get the video? Of the half-blood losing control mid-fuck?” Liam chuckled. “Of course. Gotta admit, she feels amazing. So soft… a real temptation. Almost got me hooked. But just in bed. The thought of her dirty blood…If it wasn’t to help you get even, I would’ve never touched a weak-blooded Omega like her.” I clamped a hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. My only hope was a lie. But they didn't know. I’d already applied to the Valeriana Werewolf Institute. And I wasn’t coming back.

After being reborn, I decided to write my sister's name on the marriage application. This time, I would help Sebastian Holt achieve his wishes. In this lifetime, I took the lead—I let my sister wear the wedding dress first and put the engagement ring on her finger. I personally orchestrated every encounter between Sebastian and my sister. When he took her to the capital city, I headed to Southport University without a second thought. In my previous life, even when I was over 50 years old, he and our son still knelt before me, begging for a divorce. This time, I would fulfill his final romantic destiny with my sister. Living this second life, all I wanted was to spread my wings and soar high, free from love's entanglements.

"Aku mencintainya, hanya saja aku menunggu waktu yang tepat di mana seseorang menyatakan kalau dirinya berhak untuk mencintai." - Fairel. "Tuhan telah mengirimkan seseorang yang istimewa. Hanya saja, aku terlambat menyadari yang mana ketulusan." - Dona. "Aku tidak percaya cinta. Apalagi cinta pada pandangan pertama yang terdengar klise." - Bara.

Fiona Arvisaka, seorang Event Manager di sebuah EO ternama sedang berbahagia karena jerih payahnya selama lima tahun bekerja tanpa cuti akhirnya terbayar juga, Fiona akan naik pangkat! Namun, ketika kenaikan pangkat sudah di depan mata, dia dihadapkan dengan kejadian tak terduga yang menjungkir-balikkan rencana hidupnya. Siapakah laki-laki tidak sopan yang menuduhnya perempuan nakal ketika tidak sengaja masuk ke kamar yang salah? Apakah berpacaran kontrak dengan laki-laki tidak sopan itu masuk akal? Dan yang terpenting, bisakah mereka membalaskan dendam orang-orang tidak bersalah yang hidupnya dijadikan mainan oleh orang yang berkuasa?

Right before New Year’s, the sports car I had waited six months for was finally delivered. However, my wife Vanessa snatched the keys from my hand. “Ryan likes sports cars. Let him take yours for a quick spin.” I refused. I knew her godbrother, Ryan, did not even have a driver’s license. Still, she secretly gave him the keys anyway. When I saw my car again, the car hood was covered in blood. Vanessa was holding Ryan. Her face was full of distress, and her words left me stunned. “Honey, please take the blame for Ryan. No one will make things hard for you with your background.” I immediately refused, but Vanessa then pulled out her phone. “I already turned you in. Just go along with it. You’ll be fine.” I could not believe my eyes when I saw the police call history.

When Gwyneth opened her eyes, she found herself in a webnovel she had just binge-read, and she wasn’t just a random character—she was the villain’s mother! In the story, after the tragic death of her first husband, the original owner of her body had swiftly moved on and snagged a perfect new partner, only to heartlessly cast aside her son from the first marriage, worrying he would become a burden. Now armed with knowledge of the impending plot twists and the looming shadows of her future villain son, Gwyneth glanced at her surprisingly alive first husband and groaned. With the script she had been dealt, she'd rather face a dragon than revamp this narrative! She was determined to rewrite her destiny, but how could she escape this villainous fate?

Si Trixie ay isang mapagmahal na ina sa kanyang anak na babae at ang tanging nais ay ang mabigyan ito ng magandang kinabukasan. Hindi niya inakalang makikilala niya si Derrick, ang anak ng may-ari ng kompanyang kalaban ng kanyang kinilalang pamilya simula pagkabata. May pag-asa ba para sa pagmamahalan ng dalawang taong naipit sa gitna ng magkalabang pamilya? Ipaglalaban ba nila ang pagmamahalan para sa isa't-isa? O kakalimutan na lamang ito para sa katahimikan ng mga buhay nila?

Meet Samantha Ezra Mendivel. Ang anak ng isa sa pinakamayamang negosyante sa bansa. Maganda at sexy at kayang higitan ang kagandahan ng iba. Bata palang ay pangarap na n'ya ang pag do-doctor. Ngunit sadyang mapagbiro ang tadhana, pinili n'yang bitawan ang sariling pangarap upang mahanap ang nawawalang kakambal. Sa pag lihis n'ya ng landas, ito naman ang magiging daan upang makilala n'ya ang lalaking magpapa tibok ng puso n'ya.

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.

After three years of pretending to be dead on livestreams, I finally earned enough money to treat my daughter. I was about to go home and tell my wife and daughter when I overheard a call between the platform administrator and my wife. The administrator said humbly, “Chairman Morgan, Mr. Wells’s livestreams have generated tens of millions in revenue over these years. “The company withheld ninety-five percent of it. Should we keep withholding more?” Stacy fell silent for a moment before answering, “No need. Three years of testing him is enough. He barely moves year-round. He even developed muscle atrophy and didn’t tell me.” John’s voice came through the phone next. He said, “Stacy, Sam can even pretend to be dead, so what if this is an act too? “Besides, Emma’s already used to Sam being gone, so she probably won’t accept having a dad again anytime soon.” After some hesitation, my wife said indifferently, “If that’s the case, then withhold it for another six months.” I smiled and tossed the diagnosis report confirming amyotrophic lateral sclerosis into the trash. There was no need for them to test me anymore. I no longer needed to pretend.