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A story told from both sides of the blade. Eleanore: My husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise. Days later, I received news of his death and the name of his killer—Perseus, the ruthless Lycan King. Now, I'm his bride. A pawn traded for a treaty. They say power demands sacrifice. I say vengeance deserves patience. I won’t scream. I won’t break. And I sure as hell won’t fall in love with the monster who destroyed my world. He expects a Luna. He’s getting a storm in a black dress and a sword in his chest. Perseus: I killed her husband. She’ll remind me every day. I ripped her black wedding gown. She hasn’t forgiven me. I gave her my name. She threw my gift into the fire. But I see it in her eyes—the fire, the fury, the pain, the heartbreak all that I made her feel. And it calls to something ancient inside me. She wants to bury a sword in my chest. Joke’s on her—I already gave her my heart.

The day I had a miscarriage, nobody showed up to see me in the hospital. I saw on Jonah's social media that he was celebrating his first love's birthday. My son, who I raised for nine years, was also there and gave her a handmade gift. However, in the ten years we have been married, Jonah has never celebrated my birthday. I have never received a gift from my son, either. I suddenly felt exhausted and told him I wanted a divorce. That night, he rushed home and said, "It's just a miscarriage. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" My son added, "Mom, you're an adult. Can't you take better care of yourself?"

Forced to marry her childhood crush, she finds herself loving him more. She had high hopes for their marriage and wanted to make it work out. But he dashed her hopes when he brought divorce papers home as a gift on their first anniversary. She loved him. But she wouldn't force herself on him. It's his loss for treating her like trash because of a two-faced woman. She maintained her composure, signed the papers, and left him. He thought that he had no feelings for her. But why did he feel like he had lost something very dear to him? Only after she had traveled abroad did he realize what he had lost. Was it too late? Would he get her back or lose her forever?

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

My sister had struggled with severe depression for years, and the only thing that seemed to ease her pain was her dog, Toto, who had become her constant companion. But when her illness flared up again, Toto was nowhere to be found. Then, my husband, Lionel Cress's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of Toto on social media. [With her, it feels like you're here with me.] I lost it. I called Lionel in a frenzy, but despite being my sister's psychologist, he was completely indifferent. "Your sister has been sick for so long. How could she suddenly relapse just because Toto's gone for a few days?" When I rushed back home, I found my sister in the bathroom, her wrists cut. Later, Toto's body was discovered outside our building, with Lionel's gift to his childhood sweetheart—a ring—lying next to her. I buried both my sister and Toto, and left behind nothing but a divorce agreement. Lionel went crazy, desperately trying to find me.

My wife's male assistant shares a receipt for a yacht on his social media on my third wedding anniversary. "Look at what a special gift my boss got for me! Let's travel the world together for the rest of our lives!" When I see that my wife paid for the yacht, I give her a video call, wanting to figure out what the situation is like. When it's answered, I see my wife and her assistant enjoying the wind on the yacht, their faces pressed together. "Don't get the wrong idea, Mr. Lyon. Ms. Bluett just cares for her employees!" Jack Leary explains. Meanwhile, Isabel Bluett starts screaming at me. "What the hell are you getting jealous over, Cillian Lyon? What's the big deal with me rewarding my subordinate with a yacht when he's done a good job? Remember that this is my company. You have no right to boss me around!" I say calmly, "Alright, then. I won't bother about you anymore. You can go ahead and have fun with whoever you want!"

Emily Gistara has the gift of 'listening' to the seasons, and because of this talent she is under threat. The plague brought by winter has everyone accusing Emily of being jinxed and hunting her down to kill. In her efforts to avoid the threat, Emily is reunited with Mikael Ethan, a mysterious traveler who is good at concocting medicines and has a mouse nose. Emily wants Ethan to concoct a cure to break her supposedly disastrous talent. However, the medicine cannot be concocted without a clear chrysanthemum flower that only grows at the foot of Mount Namika in spring. While waiting for spring to arrive, they are faced with a plague problem that must be dealt with. After the plague was over, the journey to find the antidote began. Getting to Mount Namika is never easy and big problems come one after another, more than that, secrets that have been buried come to the surface.

My coworker, Kevin Walter, invited me to join a private messaging chat group of rich women. There are plenty of perks, such as the 300-dollar cash gift he claimed right in front of me. I joined the group out of curiosity and got to know a wealthy woman named Ms. White. After some time together, she invited me on a vacation to a famous tourist city near the country's border. Little did I know, I was close enough to being dragged into a dangerous area abroad to become a live organ donor.

After a near-death experience that killed his friend, James develops the power to see the unseen. This 'gift' becomes a curse when his family moves into a new home beset by darkness. James must solve the puzzle of the vengeful spirits and the added question of why his friend's soul still lingers and deals with conflicted emotions about secrets never told. Neither life or death are simple, and evil lurks in both.

She intended to surprise Dave with her pregnancy as a gift for their third anniversary. However, Dave repaid her with betrayal. Upon discovering the truth, Zoe decided to leave Dave and live with her sibling, Zayn, and the baby she was carrying. But Zoe would not let Dave live in peace. With the help of Zayn and his associates, they devised a plan to make Dave pay for everything he had done.