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Struggling, single mother, Zoe is down on her luck, living dollar to dollar and fighting to keep it together for her kids when her past comes crashing back into her life, literally, when she crashes her rusty old car into the back of a sleek, black sports car. Greyson Elliot, CEO, the most powerful man in LA stood before her demanding her insurance details. There was something so familiar about him but it couldn't be, could it? It couldn't be the same scrawny, poverty-stricken Greyson Elliot she and her friends bullied in high school? When Greyson offers her a job so he can recoup the cost of his car her life dizzying turn for the better. But can Zoe handle the new Greyson? Just when she thinks she's gotten things under control her abusive ex threatens to do everything he can to ruin her and their three innocent children.

Ashley is a successful, brave, young lady, beta of the Collin's family and Luna to the alpha of Oakstone. She plays the role of a very competent leader to her pack and as a helper to her alpha. However, she was backstabbed, framed and killed by her close friend, Luciana who knew her weakpoint and was jealous of her. She met her untimely death but death was only the beginning for Ashley. She woke up, reborn in another girl's body and in a strange land. But whose body was she inhabiting? Would she be as strong as the old Ashley? What would Lance do when he finds his lost Luna?

"Why aren't you ready for me?" His voice cut through the darkness, sharp as a blade. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "How often do I have to tell you about the rules?" "I'm sorry," I whispered, my throat tight. "I was sick again today, and work was—" "Excuses." He ripped away my underwear, the fabric tearing. "You smell like a kitchen maid. Disgusting." I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back tears. Three years. Three years of being his unwanted wife, forced on him by his grandfather's deal. The old man's words still echoed: "You saved my life, child. Let me give you a good life in return." ***** Five years ago, Elena thought she’d left her nightmare behind. Forced into a loveless marriage with the ruthless Nikolai Ashford, she endured his cold accusations and cruel indifference. But when their toxic relationship threatened the life of her unborn child, she vanished, reinventing herself as Mia Thompson—a confident heiress with a powerful empire of her own. Now, Mia’s carefully rebuilt world is crumbling. One of her twins is gravely ill, and the only hope for survival lies in Nikolai, the man who shattered her heart. Returning to his world isn’t just a desperate gamble to save her child—it’s a chance to exact the revenge she’s dreamed of for years.

Di kerajaan AldMoor, Loyd dikenal sebagai ahli bela diri terhebat. Namun, hidupnya berubah drastis ketika dia dikhianati oleh tunangannya. Kekuatannya dirampas, reputasinya hancur, dan dia akhirnya ditertawakan oleh masyarakat. Dalam keputusasaan, Loyd menemukan sebuah makam kuno dengan batu nisan bertuliskan "Tahta Pedang Ashura". Dengan tekad yang kuat, dia mempelajari setiap kata yang tertulis di batu nisan itu. Melalui latihan keras dan dedikasi, Loyd berhasil menguasai ilmu pedang Ashura dan bangkit sebagai dewa pedang yang tak terkalahkan. Kini, dengan kekuatan barunya, Loyd bertekad untuk membalas dendam dan mengembalikan kehormatannya.

Ezekiel Richard Wright is not only charismatic, handsome, clever, and a world-class architect, but his characteristics and achievements make him more alluring. The CEO, who suffers from sleeplessness, is arrogant, cold, and distant. Chen Xiu Ying, also known as Bella Chen, is a mixed-race woman with an American mother and a Chinese father. Her family is one of China's wealthiest, owning four mansions in Peking and three in Shanghai. She is the daughter of the CEO of Chen Entertainment. She is also the brilliant, stubborn, and acrophobic president of La Bella Fashion Threads Co. What if the worlds of these two CEOs collided as a result of their parents' arrangement? Can they figure out what's behind their phobias and cure each other, or will they trigger each other's fears and end their marriage?

The old Clara you knew was long gone. This Clara you were hating was made up from pain and your hatred.

My parents, the wealthiest couple in the country, were famous philanthropists. I had to ask them for permission if I wanted to spend more than five bucks. The day I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I asked them for 100 dollars, but instead of helping, they yelled at me for three hours. "What kind of disease could you get at your age? If you're going to ask for money, at least come up with a better excuse." "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? Your sister is more sensible than you." I dragged my sick body for miles, back to the small basement I called home. But as I passed the mall, I saw my parents, live on a huge screen, spending a fortune to rent out Disneyland for my sister. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hundred dollars wouldn't even cover one round of chemotherapy. I just wanted to buy a new outfit and leave with some dignity.

I've loved Jonathan Pickle for half my life. I used my family's resources to help him attain success. However, in the third year of our marriage, he brought his mistress home to stomp all over my pride. That wasn't the worst of it—he even destroyed my family. … I open my eyes to see Jonathan in his university days. Unexpectedly, I'm not the only person who's been given a second chance at life.

On the way to the airport, a Valterra tried to cut me off. After overtaking, he kept blocking my way. Since I was running late and did not want trouble, I chose to tolerate it. However, my tolerance only made him even more aggressive. In less than a hundred meters, he cut me off five times. I could not take it anymore and decided to call the police. But as I was reading his license plate to the officer, I snapped and slammed my foot on the gas. Blood rushed to my face when I realized that this Valterra was the birthday present my wife had asked me for just last week.

On my wedding day, my fiance's first love appeared at the wedding ceremony wearing the exact same haute couture gown as mine. I watched them stand together at the entrance, greeting the guests as if they were the bride and groom. Maintaining a calm expression, I complimented them, saying they looked like the perfect couple—beauty and brains, a match made in heaven. She burst into tears and fled the scene. He, however, didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of everyone, accusing me of being petty and narrow-minded. When the wedding banquet was over, he left for what was supposed to be our honeymoon—with her by his side. I didn't argue or cause a scene. Instead, I quietly booked an appointment for an abortion.