Defending Jacob Did He Do It

Lana Kang, a high school senior, unwittingly becomes a witness to a brutal murder that shatters her world. The victim's cold-blooded demise leaves Lana with unanswered questions and a mounting desire to clear her own name. In her pursuit of truth, Lana's dearest friend, Naomi Jang, gets entangled in the web of violence, ultimately paying the ultimate price. The murder is hushed up, buried alongside Naomi's haunting suicide, leaving Lana burdened with untold secrets. Fifteen years later, Lana returns, compelled by an insatiable need to unearth the forgotten fragments of her memory surrounding Naomi's tragic end. As she unravels the past, Lana stumbles upon a sinister underworld with malevolence and hidden agendas. To her astonishment, Lana discovers that Samuel Jin, her childhood confidant, has survived the darkness that tore their lives apart. Meanwhile, Jason Bak emerges, promising a love and protection that surpasses Samuel's. Alongside them is Jerry Chon, an enigmatic psychiatrist dedicated to untangling the nightmares haunting Lana's amnesiac mind. With each revelation, Lana grapples with her haunted past and faces a daunting choice. Can she reclaim her shattered life once the truth is laid bare? Who can she trust amidst the shifting alliances and hidden motives? In a relentless pursuit of justice, Lana confronts her deepest fears, traverses treacherous paths, and unveils the true face of evil. Her decisions will shape her destiny and ripple through the lives of those she holds dear. Brace yourself for an enthralling tale of lost innocence, seeking redemption, and the unwavering determination of a young girl fighting to reshape her own destiny.

Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

To save Hugh, I took the hit—literally. The kidnappers beat me so bad I ended up with a brain hemorrhage. My mind? Stuck at thirteen. Hugh, all guilt and promises, said, "Wenna, I'll protect you forever." And he did. He watched over me. When the house caught fire, he threw himself over me, took the burns, didn't flinch. Then came his oh-so-perfect foster sister. "Mia's not into... slow people. Maybe you should live next door," he said. And my son? The one I nearly died bringing into the world? "Stupid woman! You embarrass me and Dad. You're nothing like Aunt Mia—she's smart and pretty. If it weren't for you, she could've been my mom. You should just die!" To play hero for Mia, my son shoved me into the street. A truck did the rest. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugh proposed. This time? I wasn't here for his pity. And I sure as hell wasn't marrying him.

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

During the biggest sales day of the year, my fiance's "sweet and clueless" assistant sells a one-carat diamond for one cent. In just 20 minutes, the company loses 200 million dollars. I am so furious that my entire body shakes, yet Hendrick Shaw, my fiance, pulls me into his arms and comforts me, "Don't worry. I'll handle it." However, that same night, Selena Suther posts a screenshot on social media—a transfer of 1,430,000 dollars, with the recipient note saying "I love you." The caption attached to the screenshot is "I made a huge mistake today, but my boss comforted me instead. He even reminded me not to be angry at the 'tigress' and to be good." I comment on her post, "I wish you both happiness forever." Selena instantly deletes the post, but Hendrick abruptly charges in and lands a resounding slap on my cheek. "What's your motive for liking Lena's post? She's now so overcome by guilt and shame that she's about to end her life! "The company only lost 200 million dollars. Do you have to force her into a corner over it?" He sounds so righteous and fearless. Later, why does Hendrick cry when he can't even afford a 20-dollar meal?

I May Love You... but I Hate You More Rena thought she could move on. Yoké thought he could forget her. But when fate throws them back into each other’s lives, old feelings ignite into something far more dangerous. Jealousy becomes their language. Revenge becomes their game. And every misunderstanding pushes them deeper into a cycle of passion and hate they can’t escape. They say love conquers all… but what if love is the very reason they destroy each other? ★Sequel to Till Worlds Do Us Part

RACHEL:I was supposed to be a bride. Instead, I became a tragedy in a white dress. When your mother dies the same night your groom disappears, you stop believing in happy endings. Then came him. A man with no warmth, no promises and eyes that watched me like I was a puzzle he didn’t want to solve. He saved me once. Now I live under his roof, cooking meals for a stranger whose silence speaks louder than comfort. Then there is Chris, the charming CEO who drowns me in the kind of affection I always dreamt of. And there is Liam, my ex fiance who came crawling back, begging for another chance. But the heart is a stupid thing. Even when it’s broken, it still learns to give second chances. Even for the wrong man. DAMIAN: She was a disaster I didn’t ask for. One I couldn’t ignore. I don’t do emotions, and I sure as hell don’t do strays. But I let her in, just for a while. Rachel Hart is not my responsibility. But she keeps showing up in places I can’t ignore, my company, my home, my thoughts. Now her presence lingers. Her scent. Her voice. Her past. She doesn’t belong in my world. But I find myself rearranging it anyway. And when someone else tries to claim her, They’ll learn the hard way I don’t let go of what’s mine.

He was poor, but with a dream. She was wealthy but lonely. When they met the world was against them. Twelve years later, they will meet again. Only this time, he is a multimillionaire and he's up for revenger.

Eu amei Lucian por anos e dei tudo de mim para salvar a vida dele, mas tudo o que eu recebi em troca foi seu olhar de desprezo. Em minha vida passada, eu fui forçada a me tornar sua companheira, mas, no fim, morri sob as garras dos lobos ferozes que ele enviou atrás de mim, e ele ainda quebrou o pescoço do meu irmão Marcus com os próprios dentes. Na noite em que renasci, eu fiz uma escolha diferente. Eu deixei Ayara, minha rival, ter tudo o que queria. Casei-me no lugar dela com Draven, o príncipe brutal que os boatos diziam que "matava suas noivas", e ela pôde fugir com Lucian. Mas, quando a porta da limusine abriu, a pessoa que saiu foi um garoto gentil que eu havia conhecido quando tinha cinco anos. — Olhe bem, querida. Eu sou mesmo tão assustador quando os rumores dizem? — seus olhos âmbar estavam cheios de calor e carinho. Descobri, então, que ele havia encenado doze casamentos falsos, apenas esperando eu crescer. Quando Lucian se ajoelhou e implorou para que eu voltasse, já era tarde demais; eu já era a Luna do Draven.