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On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."

After my rebirth, I avoided my family and my boyfriend like the plague. When they tried to throw me a birthday party, I faked an urgent business trip to dodge it. When my parents pleaded with me to move back, I secretly bought my own house that very night. When my boyfriend popped the question, I spun on my heel and married someone else. In my previous life, my sister and I were swept away in a raging flood. By sheer luck, a jagged tree branch snagged my clothes, saving me from the depths, but my sister drowned in the merciless current. My parents, consumed by grief and rage, gripped my throat and screamed, "If it weren't for you, Andrea would still be alive!" My boyfriend acted like it was no big deal, offering half-hearted comfort before we tied the knot. But on our wedding anniversary, during a family cruise, they cornered me on the deck and shoved me overboard. "Time to taste drowning yourself!" they hissed. It turned out they had never gotten over Andrea's death. My boyfriend had never forgotten about her. When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself back on that fateful day. This time, I vowed to live for myself, reclaiming the joy they'd stolen from me.

All I wanted was to see my grandmother one last time. I booked the earliest flight out. I got to the airport early. I did everything right. It still wasn’t enough. At the gate, the agent barely looked at me before deciding I didn’t belong. One glance at my worn clothes, and I was already dismissed. “Flight’s overbooked. You’ve been moved.” Just like that. Meanwhile, the passengers behind me with designer coats, tailored suits, platinum status, walked straight through. No questions asked. No delays. Some even got help with their luggage. I didn’t have time to argue. “My grandmother is dying,” I said. “Please. If I miss this flight, I won’t make it in time. Can you at least ask if someone’s willing to switch? I’ll pay.” He leaned back, unimpressed. “People say that all the time,” he said. “And you? You expect me to believe it?” Then he smiled. “What, do you think your family owns this airline?” I stopped arguing. Stopped pleading. Wiped my tears and stood up. Because what he didn’t know was my family does own the airline.

Lily's desperate plan was simple! One night with a stranger and her father's life would be saved. Out of the blue, she agreed to a mysterious proposal. She had no idea her life was about to spiral out of control. What began as a fleeting encounter turned into a marriage contract, sealing her fate for a year. The promise of a luxurious life, a hefty paycheck, and a peaceful existence seemed too good to be true. And it was. Without having a second thought, Lily jumped at the offer. A year of supposed bliss transformed into a chaotic descent, shattering her every hope of having a better life!

Serena lived freely in the jungle, her heart beating in rhythm with nature—until a powerful Alpha dragged her into his world and shattered everything she knew. Now trapped in a pack that calls her nothing, Serena faces cruelty, betrayal, and a love she never asked for. Alpha Kelly is dangerous, dominant, and impossible to ignore. But even he has no idea who she really is. As buried secrets rise and Serena’s true power awakens, the prey becomes the predator. And this time, she’s not just fighting for her freedom—she’s coming to reclaim everything.

When Arya ran away from her Alpha and husband with their child she had no idea what was going to happen. No one would help her. Not even the Alpha Josh, Alpha of the largest and most powerful pack, other than the King and Emperor of all wolves and lycans. If only they knew who she truly was and not just a rogue she just declared herself as, maybe someone would help. No one could have expected the king to recognize her when he came to visit. Would he kill her? Enslave her? Keep her? Send her back to her husband? Save her?

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Abby just wanted a job so she could pay all the debts and continue with her mother’s treatment. Until he gets a job to work in the werewolf house, the Alpha and the Beta of the pack. She never imagined that in the middle of our normal world there was a universe of mystical beings, much less that they were beautiful and dangerously seductive. Kai and Calian grew up together and learned to share everything, but not womens, they had never been attracted to the same woman, until Abby entered their lives. The twins discover that she is their mate and they were madly mad for the human. But no one had any idea that she was there as a spy, sent by her worst enemies: the vampires.

They poisoned me. Cremated me. Erased me. But death wasn't the end. I woke up in another woman's body, a scandalous supermodel with mafia ties and dangerous secrets. Now I have a new face, a new name, and a ruthless stepbrother who sees through every lie I tell. My husband doesn't recognize me. Perfect. He married his mistress and stole my son. They think they won. They have no idea what's coming. Because the woman they killed was weak and trusting. The woman who came back? She's something else entirely. Revenge never looked so good

Even though we live in modern times, the coven seems stuck in the Dark Ages. As the heir apparent to the throne, Zalindra is under pressure to marry in order to maintain the lineage's strength. Seriously? That feels so out of touch with today's world. Her true passion lies in honing her skills to protect the coven. Romance? Not a priority for her, let alone marriage. But everything changes when she encounters Lucian and Lorian. I hate to sound cliché, but it was a case of instant attraction. Just one tiny hiccup: they have no idea they're witches. That doesn't make me want them any less .