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My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

Devanka nyaris diperkosa oleh tetangganya sendiri, nyaris menjadi kutukan karma untuk keluarganya, karma tujuh turunan yang akan dilalui mana kala tidak mampu menjaga keperawanannya. Keperawanan bagi keluarga Lumawi adalah keperawanan seutuhnya, tak tersentuh pria dari ujung rambut hingga kaki sebelum meminta secara resmi sebagai seorang istri. Dia bertemu dengan pria casanova petualang cinta, kaya namun arogan, yang harus mendapatkan istri seorang gadis perawan sejati, demi mewujudkan keinginan kakeknya melihat cucu kesayangannya menikah dengan gadis perawan seutuhnya tepat di hari ulang tahunnya yang ke 80.

Di tahun kelima pernikahannya dengan Dave, Sheila menerima pesan suara provokatif dan foto mesra di ranjang dari mantan pacar Dave, yang dikirim melalui ponsel Dave. "Baru enam bulan kembali, dengan mudahnya dia terpikat padaku lagi." "Dia siapkan kembang api biru malam ini untukku. Aku nggak suka biru, jadi daripada mubazir, aku berikan padamu saat ulang tahun pernikahanmu." Sebulan kemudian, ulang tahun pernikahan kelima mereka. Sheila melihat kembang api biru di luar jendela, dan menatap kursi kosong di depannya. Mantan pacar Dave memprovokasi lagi, mengirim foto makan malam romantis mereka. Melihat foto itu, dia tidak nangis atau marah, melainkan diam-diam menandatangani surat cerai, dan meminta sekretarisnya menyiapkan pernikahan. "Nyonya, siapa nama pengantinnya?" "Dave dan Steph." Tujuh hari kemudian, dia terbang ke Veridia, merestui pernikahan mereka.

Dua hari sebelum tahun baru, pacarku, Dylan Stevens, malah bawa asistennya ke pantai untuk merayakan tahun baru. Aku tidak marah, aku bahkan dengan tulus bantu dia berkemas. Namun, Dylan malah mengejekku. Dia bilang, aku jadi lebih tahu diri setelah hamil. Begitu dia pergi, aku langsung melakukan operasi aborsi. Karena di kehidupan sebelumnya, setelah aku mencoba menahannya dengan anak kami, asisten itu justru tewas secara tragis di pantai. Di luar, Dylan tampak tenang dan tidak peduli, tapi saat aku hendak melahirkan, dia belah perutku dan bunuh anakku dengan kejam. Saat itulah aku tersadar, dia menyimpan dendam padaku selama ini. Di kesempatan kedua ini, aku akan membuatnya kehilangan segalanya.

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.

I came back to life. The first thing I did was sever the Mate Bond with Alpha Asher. At his coronation. In front of thousands. Last lifetime, he publicly accused me of impersonating his mate in front of everyone, saying I didn't carry a Mate's sweetness but reeked of Wolfsbane that made him sick. For Elena, his first love, he sent me to the black market where they stripped away my wolf. Without my wolf, I died in a rogue attack shortly after. This lifetime, when he furrows his brow and tells me to get out of his sight, I don't shed a single tear. I just turn and leave. He says my existence makes Elena unhappy, so I move to the border cottage. He says he doesn't want to live in the same Pack with me, so I submit my transfer application. I thrive in the neighboring Pack and meet a powerful wolf with a hidden identity. When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?"

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.

Estuve siete años con Bruno. Pero cuando lo acusaron y terminó en la cárcel, no dudé en dar media vuelta y desaparecer de su vida. Me refugié en los brazos de su mejor amigo, buscando un poco de paz. Cuando Bruno salió, volvió con más poder, más rabia… y me obligó a casarme con él. No le importó cómo: usó todo lo que tenía para hacerme suya otra vez. Para todos, éramos la pareja perfecta, el amor que lo aguantó todo. Pero nadie sabía que, cada noche, él llevaba a otra mujer a nuestra cama... incluso a mi propia hermana. Decía que ese era el precio por haberlo traicionado. Lo que Bruno nunca imaginó es que, mientras todos lo creían culpable, yo me metí en una red criminal para limpiar su nombre. Y que, para conseguir esa prueba, perdí un riñón y medio hígado. Lástima que... ya no me queda mucho tiempo.

When my boyfriend, Mark Jamison, gets in a car accident that leaves him paralyzed, I pawn the ring my mother left to me before she died to help him. With hands that have never been used to do any work or a single household chore in my life, I start lugging around delivery bags. In the middle of a rainstorm, I get assigned to deliver a food order worth 10,000 dollars, with a 100-dollar tip. Just as I happily celebrate my luck, I overhear the raucous laughter coming from inside the villa. "She actually believes you got paralyzed in a car accident? She now spends all day doing deliveries just to support you financially? She even sold off her dead mom's ring?" "She'd probably cry her heart out if she ever finds you're actually a wealthy scion worth tens of billions of dollars, who's just pretending to be poor!" Mark twirls the wineglass he's holding and says, "A lowly woman like her was born to wait on others. She brought it upon herself by always being better than Rosie back in school. Messing with her is the punishment she deserves." I continue to stand in the rain, tears rolling down my cheeks. This is how I find out Mark has spent the last two years faking his condition just to help his childhood sweetheart get back at me. His so-called paralyzed legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears are all just part of a meticulously executed lie. I haven't talked to my father, the richest man in town, for years. But now, I have finally decided to call him. "I lost, Dad. I'll accept the marriage alliance and marry the guy you picked for me."

I begged my husband ninety-nine times to go with me to Jay Boone's concert. On the hundredth time, he finally bought two front-row tickets. Dressed to the nines, I was stopped at the entrance by security because I couldn't produce my ticket. By the time the concert ended, I still hadn't been able to get through to him on the phone. News broke that my husband and his young girlfriend were at the concert, requesting "Sunny Day" from Jay Boone. The story shot straight to the trending charts. There's no rain in the lyrics of "Sunny Day." Because the only world caught in a torrential downpour was mine.