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I used to work as a model, but not the typical kind. In our profession, everyone had a benefactor, someone who supported them financially. I dedicated myself to my benefactor for a year and a half, tending to his needs diligently. Despite my dedication, I was eventually abandoned. Just when I gathered my courage and decided to start afresh, he showed up again, "Do you want to date me? Officially."

I was ready to leave the Vampire Academy's main campus with Liam, my childhood sweetheart. All because he told me he was being bullied. He was the unrecognized bastard of the Vance clan. Born with a fraction of the power we pure-bloods commanded. So I promised him. I would go with him to Duskfall Academy. A campus that didn't care about bloodlines or power. A place where he could finally belong. But the night before we were supposed to seal the transfer scrolls with our blood signets, he betrayed me. I heard his friend's sneering voice. "You drank beast blood and faked the whole abuse act just to dump Isabella Thorne? Damn, Liam. That's cold-blooded." Liam just shrugged. "I'm sick of her pure-blood, high-and-mighty attitude. And this is cleaner than having her clinging to me forever." My world shattered. I turned and walked away. On the ancient transfer scroll, I took my dagger and slashed through the name of Duskfall Academy. Then I wrote the name my family always intended for me: Crimson Fortress Academy, in the Evernight. It seemed everyone had forgotten. Even as fated blood-bond mates, I, Isabella Thorne, am the sole pure-blood heir to the Thorne clan. Once I sever our ties, he can crawl back to me on his knees, and I wouldn't let him have a single drop of my blood. He'll be nothing.

They caught my fiancé with my sister on the night of our engagement party. Tangled in a private wine cellar. My family name was dragged through the mud. We became the laughingstock of the Chicago Outfit. Then came Don Lorenzo Falcone. He proposed in front of all the Families, saving my honor and forging a more powerful alliance. For four years, he put me on a pedestal. But an old injury left him unable to father an heir. This year, through the family’s private doctor, I finally got pregnant. After that, his devotion became absolute. I thought this powerful man was my savior. My only protector. Until I heard him talking to his right-hand man. “Boss, Arabella worships you. How could you do it? You had the doctor switch the vials, made Arabella the surrogate for the Moretti heir. Just 'cause Isabella couldn't handle the pain? The kid’s due in two months. What’s the plan?” He was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was ice. “When the child is born, it goes to Isabella. It's the only thing that guarantees her future with the Morettis.” “And Arabella?” “I’ll tell her the baby didn’t make it.” “She’ll still be Mrs. Falcone. She’ll have everything she could ever want.” So that was it. My great protector. All of it… for another woman. This tainted bloodline? I don’t want it in me. And this sham of a marriage? I’m done.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

I get picked up by the cops in the middle of the night for street vending. While questioning me, they pull up my file. One officer eyes me suspiciously through my mask and asks, "What's a Clairefield University graduate like you doing selling stuff on the street at midnight?" I freeze and lean over to look at the file. The ID number matches mine, but the photo has been replaced with one of Madison Bass. That's when it hits me—20 years ago, I was the one who got accepted to Clairefield University! Dazed and numb, I stumble home only to hear my husband, Joseph Gunther, speaking on the phone. "Madison, don't worry. I won't let Lucy interfere with your life. Just go abroad in peace." It's him! Joseph helped Madison steal my identity and my future. My stomach twists. I turn to confront him, to expose the truth. But before I can, he strangles me to death with a belt. "I'm sorry, Lucy. You can't ruin Madison's future…" When I open my eyes again, I'm back in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher is handing out university application forms. This time, I'm taking my life back.

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

'ผมอยู่มานานเห็นคนจากไปก็ไม่น้อย ผมรู้ว่าการเสียคนสำคัญรู้สึกยังไง ถ้าต้องเสียคุณไปอีกคน จะให้ผมใช้ชีวิตอีกร้อยปี พันปี ไปเพื่ออะไร ในเมื่อบนโลกนี้มีณจันทร์แค่หนึ่งเดียว'

แรก ๆ ไม่ชอบหน้าก็บอกอีกฝ่ายว่า “อย่ายุ่งกับฉันนะ” หลัง ๆ รั้งคนตรงหน้าไว้อ้อนวอนด้วยสายตา “อย่าไปนะ”

บัวรัตนาคิดมาพักใหญ่แล้วว่าชีวิตตัวเองช่างเหมือนนิยายน้ำเน่าเสียจริง เธอเกิดเป็นอัลฟ่า แต่เพราะสังคมปิตาธิปไตยบีบให้จำต้องแต่งใครสักคนเข้ามาช่วยดูแลบริษัท ทั้งที่เรื่องทั้งหมดเธอสามารถทำได้ด้วยตัวคนเดียว ภายหลังยังต้องมารับรู้ว่าสามีอัลฟ่าของเธอเคยลักลอบมีสัมพันธ์กับโอเมก้าคนอื่น แถมโอเมก้าคนนั้นยังต้องท้อง ทั้งสองมีลูกด้วยกัน! กับนรกานต์ สามีของเธอ เดิมทีแม้จะแต่งงานกันด้วยเหตุผลทางธุรกิจโดยปราศจากความรัก ทว่าเธอก็ยังหวังว่าเขาจะให้เกียรติกันในฐานะสามีภรรยา ไม่นึกว่าหลังจากได้พบกับชลธารโอเมก้าคนนั้นอีกครั้ง นรกานต์จะมุ่งมั่นตามตื๊ออีกฝ่ายจนไม่สนภาพลักษณ์หรือหน้าตาทางสังคมใด ๆ ถ้าสามีของเธอแค่ต้องการรับผิดชอบเพียงอย่างเดียวก็ว่าไปอย่าง แต่นรกานต์กลับทำทุกอย่างเพื่อให้ได้แต่งอีกฝ่ายเข้าบ้านให้ได้ เพียงเพราะคำว่ารักคำเดียว ทำให้เธอต้องสูญเสียทุกอย่าง ถูกหักหลังจนสิ้นเนื้อประดาตัว แม้แต่ชีวิตก็เอาไม่รอด! ไม่คิดว่าหลังจากตายไป เธอจะได้รับโอกาสกลับมาเกิดใหม่อีกครั้ง ในคืนวันแต่งงานของพวกเขาทั้งสองคน เอาละ กับชลธารคนนั้น เธอถือว่าอีกฝ่ายก็เป็นเหยื่อราคะของนรกานต์เหมือนกันจึงยังพอปล่อยไปได้ แต่สามีสุนัขของเธอคนนี้ต้องได้รับบทเรียนอย่างสาสม!

ขณะที่คนหนึ่งเป็นห่วงกลัวคนรักจะทำงานหนัก แต่อีกคนไม่รู้อะไรเลย เพราะมัวแต่แบ่งเวลาที่เคยใช้ร่วมกันไปให้อีกคนแล้วหลงระเริงว่ามันคือความสุขที่เขาต้องการ “อยากคบกันนักก็ไปเลย อิสระผมคืนให้"