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On the day my wife, Abigail Jefferson, and Dominic Gorman, the university student she has been sponsoring, post their pre-wedding photos on their social media feed, I don't lash out at them crazily as I usually do. Instead, I leave a like and a comment on their posts. "You two make a great couple. Everyone, let's give our blessings to the newlyweds." Everyone in elite society thinks of me as the most cowardly husband ever, who lets the side piece make a doormat out of him. One week later, Abigail comes home and explains, "This is just an act. Dominic's grandma is ill, and she wishes to see him get married before she passes away." I just nod calmly in return. "I didn't take it seriously. Of course, I believe you." In my previous life, I showed up at Abigail and Dominic's wedding to cause chaos for them. Naturally, their wedding couldn't go on because of me. Abigail began targeting my parents' company in order to punish me. My parents ended up going bankrupt and were forced to jump off a building. She had me admitted into a mental asylum, where I was tortured to insanity. Now that I'm given a second chance in life, I no longer yearn for Abigail's love. I just want her money this time. Every time she cheats on me, I'll transfer some of her assets to my name. Abigail now has three more chances before she ends up losing everything.

I lost my best friend because of a mistake I made as a child. Years later, he returned and took everything else. Once inseparable, we were torn apart by one irreversible choice. I had buried the past until he appeared at my university: charming, popular, and untouchable. Everyone loved him—except me. Except me. He’s cold and distant, watching me like this is a game he plans to win. With every friend he makes and every room he dominates, it feels intentional, like he’s here to dethrone me. I won’t let him. This is a story of buried regret, silent rivalry, and a reunion that turns into a war where pride is a weapon, the past is dangerous, and surrender is not an option.

She was the only daughter of the ruling Alpha, strong, smart, and destined to inherit the pack. But her father, seeing no son to pass the legacy to, struck a deal: she would marry her fated mate—a rising Alpha from a smaller pack—giving him access to her bloodline, her influence, and her loyalty. She helped him rise to power. She fought his battles, funded his armies, and silenced the opposition. She did everything as his Luna—even when the pack looked down on her for being “just a woman.” But once he became Alpha of the united packs, he brought his mistress into their home—the omega she once saved—and announced she was carrying his heir. “You want me to leave? I will. But not before I take back every drop of blood, power, and sacrifice that’s mine.

I was in a car accident while saving my brothers. However, instead of gratitude, they urged the doctors to amputate my legs. "Carol, we're sorry," they said through tears. "We're useless… but don't worry. Even if we have to sell our blood or our kidneys, we'll make sure you're taken care of." Right after surgery, they abandoned me in a shabby apartment. Blood seeped through the sheets as they looked at me with teary eyes—then left in a hurry, claiming they needed to earn money for my treatment. I did not want to drag them down anymore. Enduring the pain, I crawled to the rooftop of a tall building, planning to end my life. That's when I saw it—inside a luxury hotel, a grand celebration was taking place. My brothers were there doting on another girl. She was eating an extravagant cake I had never even dreamed of, wearing a designer princess gown worth a fortune, sparkling with jewels. Everyone called her the Smith family's one and only princess. They had even hired a world-class symphony orchestra to play Happy Birthday just for her. While I lay bleeding in a dingy apartment, they would not spend a few dollars on bandages for me. I watched as my eldest brother gently fed her cake, his eyes full of tenderness. "Jasmine, only you deserve to be our one and only little sister." The second brother placed a tiara on her head with care. "Even for the smallest birthday, we won't let you suffer a single moment of disappointment." The third knelt to help her into a pair of crystal shoes. "Jasmine, you're our most precious darling." Then, standing on the stage, Jasmine held up the black credit card they had gifted her and smiled sweetly. "Brothers," she said, "Carol lost her legs saving you. Maybe you should go see how she's doing?" My eldest brother let out a mocking laugh. "She's not worth it. Now that she's crippled, she'll never be able to compete with you again. She got what she deserved."

Before the flight takes off, my fiance, the pilot, boards the plane with a suitcase. He says it's a gift from his childhood sweetheart and warns me not to touch it. I can't shake the uneasy feeling creeping into my heart, so I sneak inside. To my shock, I find high-risk contraband hidden in the luggage. I report it immediately and use my commendation to cover for Edward's mistake and save his career. However, his precious childhood sweetheart is arrested, detained, and sentenced. He doesn't say a word after the incident. However, during another flight, he cuts the cord to my parachute. "Jade, I know you're jealous of Cindy! You sabotaged her during her flight attendant training and framed her afterward! Do you think this will make me love you? Dream on! I would never marry a petty woman like you!" I plunge from ten thousand meters above the ground, leaving nothing but blood and broken bones behind. When I open my eyes again, I see Cindy sending Edward off, and he's carrying the same suitcase. I quietly step back and decide I won't save him this time.

คบกันมาจนจะแต่งงานกันแต่แล้วจู่ ๆ พีรภัทรก็ดันมาบอกเลิกกันอย่างง่ายดาย ด้วยเหตุผลควาย ๆ ของผู้ชายมักง่ายคนหนึ่ง “เราเลิกกันเหอะว่ะ เฮียเบื่อเธอเต็มทนแล้ว” เขาบอกเหตุผลที่ไม่ไปต่อกับเธอด้วยคำพูดง่าย ๆ ว่า ‘เบื่อ’ “เธอเป็นเมียเฮียนะกันตา” หนึ่งปีให้หลังต่อมาจู่ ๆ เขาก็กลับมาทวงเธอคืน…….

The daughter of an Alpha falls to the lowest ranks of Omegas after a tragic accident. “Useless. Pathetic. Omega.” Zoey Thorne. Once destined for power, now stripped to nothing. The ruthless Werewolf King fights battles no one sees. “…he ripped a man’s throat out for looking at him wrong.” “He’s not just an Alpha… he’s a warlord.” Alpha Kieran Danes. The man who conquered kingdoms, broke bloodlines, and made Alphas kneel. But the moment those ocean-blue eyes lock onto those dangerous, glowing-red ones, the world shifts off its axis. “Him…” she breathes. “He’s the one.” Words that stitch their fates together forever. “That’s her.” A bond unexpected… but undeniable. Yet fate is not on their side. The powers that be will try to tear them apart. Lies will surface. Betrayal will strike. Long-buried secrets will finally claw their way into the light. And as a war for the throne ignites around them, one question rises above the ashes: Will their love survive the storm— or burn as a casualty of the war?

Para ma-proteksiyunan ay ipinasya ng lolo ni Azen na ipakasal siya sa isang sundalo na anak ng kaibigan nito. The cold and aloof, Commander Captain Jack Bernandino. Dahil mahal ni Azen ang kanyang lolo kaya pumayag siyang magpakasal kay Jack samantalang tumatanaw naman ng malaking utang-na-loob ang pamilya ni Jack sa namayapang ama ni Azen kaya ito pumayag na magpakasal sa dalaga. Subaybayan kung paano mahuhulog at iibig sa isa't isa ang dalawang taong magkasalungat ang ugali ngunit pinagbuklod ng isang pirasong papel. Ngunit isang kapirasong papel din ba ang sisira sa nabuo nilang pagmamahalan? Manaig kaya ang pag-ibig sa puso ni Jack o mangibabaw ang galit sa kanyang dibdib? Makakaya bang pakisamahan ni Jack ang pasaway at batam-batang asawa samantalang mapagtiisan naman kaya ni Azen ang masungit at aloof na binatang sundalo?

Stepping into the corporate world brings forth a new set of challenges for Marah Almari when the CEO's mother offers her a salary ten times that of a secretary. But the catch? She must make Gian Forbes, the notorious Casanova, change.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.