Benjamin Card

Heavily pregnant, she was kidnapped and thrown into a life-or-death gamble. Her husband paid a hundred million dollars to save his first love, while she was left to die in a raging fire. At death’s door, she finally remembered the identity of herself. Five years later, she returned—not as the obedient wife of the past, but as Elianna Carrington, the esteemed Fifth daughter of the powerful Carrington family in Bryston. Loved by her father, cherished by her brothers, adored by her son, and pursued by the elites, her life was perfect. Joseph Kensington finally realized the truth. This elegant, untouchable woman was the wife he’d been searching for all these years. Desperate, he took her to court. Elianna: Give it up, Joseph. Both sons are mine. Joseph: The kids are yours. You’re mine. Overnight, Bryston was shaken. The dominant heir to a financial empire had now fallen at her feet. To win his wife back, he risked everything—his pride, his life, his heart. Too bad his two sons were his biggest obstacles. Eldest son: Daddy, my credit card swipes faster than yours. Second son: Scumbag dad, get lost!

I was anonymously reported for fraudulent credit card use and arrested. The victim turned out to be my own husband. I pulled out my phone to show them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, but the police officer frowned as he looked at me. "Ma'am, the Lucas Richardson on this certificate is not your husband. You're still unmarried." I could not believe it and asked the officer to check again immediately. He looked at me with sympathy, but quickly spoke again, "Our records show that Lucas Richardson's spouse is Vivian Clarke and that they have a three-year-old child together. Ma'am, if you cannot prove your relationship with him, you will face criminal detention." I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Six years ago, Lucas had a secretary named Vivian who was obsessively in love with him. On the day Lucas and I got married, she caused a scene and threatened suicide. In the end, he had to personally handle the situation for three days before coming home. It turned out that his solution was to marry Vivian instead.

On the night of her anniversary, Sydney Talker finds out that her husband was cheating on her with her own best friend. Another breaking news was that Sydney was about to announce her pregnancy that same night. Shattered by what she discovered, Sydney decided to leave and pursue her own life. She bumped into Spencer Martini, a renowned billionaire who recently relocated to the city. The bids of events with Spencer ended in a nightstand and when Spencer found out that Sydney was pregnant, he claimed the baby as his. Now amid this chaos, Sydney’s cheating husband comes back and asks for her forgiveness, at the same time claiming the child as his. As Sydney discovers that the card of fate is in her hands to play, she must make a hard decision while trying to balance her life — to choose between her cheating husband and the possessive billionaire. Who will Sydney choose?

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

She: "10,000,000＄. We're done. Just don’t let my husband find out." The call boy took the black card, frowning. She: "Not enough? You're good, but don’t push it." He dressed, leaving behind a cold warning—"You'll regret this😡!" A week later, she knelt before the Lycan King🐺, begging for a divorce ruling. And there he was. Her call boy. Sitting on the throne. He: "(Smirking) Uh-huh😈?"

The laundromat I regularly visit has been showing an odd fluctuation in its price lately. "This coat isn't easy to wash. We're probably the only store that's willing to clean this at a loss. The market price is 55 dollars per item, but I'll give you a discount and only ask for 200 dollars for four items." I look at the boss' mother, who's new at the laundromat. I'm a little pissed. Still, I hand her my membership card without saying anything. This laundromat is opposite my residential area, and they had a promotion during their opening. I topped up ten thousand dollars on the card because I pitied the owner for raising a child alone. Unexpectedly, the owner's mother looks at me and says sarcastically, "That dumb membership card means nothing to me—you have to pay me in cash. You youngsters are too lazy to wash your clothes, yet you're more than willing to use your brains for nonsense like this. My son is too kind to let you take advantage of him like this." I grab my clothes and leave. It's time to use my brain for some nonsense—I think the laundromat should have a new owner.

Felicia Eviana, a girl with a sweet face and a smart mind, must experience the feeling of being put down by junior level. Only because they know she is one year older than them but still taking the same courses. “Her ID Card is old but how come she's still taking this course? It must be stupid until she repeat it.” It was a sentence she often heard and she was lazy to explain, let alone respond. Jayden Jordan, a handsome man in Felicia's class, they even joined the same thesis project team. The man who had been watching Felicia from afar. Shitty but smart man. Ansel Bastian, ex-boyfriend of Felicia who is now a laboratory assistant at the campus laboratory since graduating. For the sake of being able to continue to see his ex and hope to get back together again as before. Harumi Haida, a student with glasses and nothing special. Join the thesis project with Jayden and Felicia. The type who wants to immediately graduate and complete research ahead of her teammates. Selfish and cunning. How is the story of Felicia spending her final semester on campus after returning from leave? Was her relationship with Jayden just a partner or something more? Also, will she return to Ansel who she secretly loves?

After my husband's car accident, I did a checkup and found out he had a malignant brain tumor. Instead of telling him right away, I stuck the report in my bag, planning to wait for the right moment. Guess what? He found it first—and thought I was the one with the tumor. A few days later, I overheard him in his office, laughing with a buddy: "My wife? No looks, no figure, just money—and now she's got a brain tumor. Talk about a win for me. If Rainee hadn't gone abroad, I'd never have married her. Bad luck, huh? At least I dodged the kid bullet. Once she's gone, I get everything." Then he pulled the amnesia card, blamed it on the accident, and started treating Rainee like his wife. He even welcomed her into our house. I smiled and said, "Nathan, let's get a divorce."

Kristi Velasquez forced Benjamin Bustamante, her ex-boyfriend, to marry her after breaking his heart and after having an affair with her step-brother. She had expected their marriage to be happy, but Benjamin had made up his mind. He's no longer the man who can melt her icy heart. He transformed into a completely different person. Will she stand up for their marriage? Will she give up and wave the white flag?

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…