Misaki Stairs

In the past, I was Raymond Wright’s wife. Or rather, a prisoner kept in his gilded cage. I was an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Under the spotlight, I had the most dazzling presence. Raymond was the most influential business elite on Floor Street, and he had an extreme desire for control. He claimed to love me, but he never truly loved me for who I was. He was determined to shape me into the “perfect Mrs. Wright” that existed in his imagination. He disliked me having my own social circle and hated it when I appeared in public. I once naively believed that if I were obedient enough, he would eventually recognize my sacrifices. The turning point came at a banquet. Someone there publicly mocked me as “nothing but a canary kept by Mr. Wright.” I could bear it no longer and retorted. Raymond rushed over and coldly scolded me. He said, “Behave yourself. Don’t embarrass me.” At that moment, the surrounding snickers and the disgust in his gaze forced the truth upon me. Ultimately, I fell down the stairs in an “accident” orchestrated by my stepsister. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a warm-toned pendant lamp in the apartment I lived in before I married Raymond. On the desk calendar, a date was circled in red—there were only five days left until my wedding to Raymond. I had returned to the past. This time, I did not want to get involved with Raymond anymore.

Aqua Lannister believed in loving wholeheartedly, and she showered her affections on her mate, giving him everything—her heart, her trust, her body, even her unborn child. She sacrificed her future to help him achieve his dreams, providing him with support, dedication, and funding. Yet what did she get in return? Cold-hearted betrayal. Aqua comes home to find her mate and fiancé in the arms of her stepmother. Everything she believed in unraveled before her eyes, and one fall down a flight of stairs stole the life of her baby, leaving Aqua alone, broken, and bleeding. But the worst had yet to come. To add salt to her wounds, Aqua comes to know that her mate never loved her, and everything they had shared was just a calculated revenge plan. One that was born from a grudge against her late mother, whose past has left shadows that reach into Aqua’s life. Disowned by the father she once trusted, poisoned by her stepmother, and hunted by enemies she doesn’t yet understand, Aqua is left with nothing but her pain and fury. So what happens when a mysterious masked biker steps into her life, offering to help her back to her feet? As Aqua is thrown into a world where deception thrives and bikes roar louder than the truth, will she risk trusting again, or let the past define her forever?

While my husband, Gerald Brown, was abroad negotiating a business deal, he was drugged and spent the night with a female secretary from a rival company. The drug’s side effects scrambled his memory so badly that he forgot who I was. He kicked me out of the master bedroom and let the secretary smash my grandmother’s heirloom. I told myself he was sick and stayed silently by his side. But when I suggested taking him for a medical checkup, he hit me for the first time. “Who do you think you are? Only Ailey is allowed to touch me. If she gets jealous, you’ll regret it.” When the secretary framed me, he pushed me down the stairs, and I suffered a miscarriage. Late one night, when my heart condition flared up, I went to his study for medicine but overheard him talking to his friend outside the door. “Faking amnesia to bring Ailey home is one thing, but why replace your wife’s heart medication? Now, she’ll never return to the hospital for surgery.” Gerald just chuckled. “If I don’t keep her weak, she’ll go to the hospital and check the hospital records and find out I was never drugged. Ailey’s been timid since childhood and even went undercover for me in a rival company. I can’t betray her.”

"Vanessa, I really feel sorry for you. The person your husband has always loved is me." Isabella stated smugly. Vanessa frowned eyeing at Isabella’s bulging belly, "but you’re already Austin Jones Sister-in-law and pregnant." Isabella sneered, "soon, I’d make him divorce you." Before Vanessa could realize what was going on, a loud thud was heard, and Isabella purposely slipped down the stairs and vanessa tripped herself while trying to save Isabella. A scandal broke out in the Jones family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in New York. Austin Jones's wife Vanessa was held responsible for his sister-in-law, Isabella’s fall and her baby’s death. Over the years, Austin Jones had only had Isabella in his heart, and he married Vanessa to cover up his love on Isabella. But her fall made Austin go berserk and he punished Vanessa by making her kneel in front of the Jones villa the whole night while she was already drenched and had a high fever. Realizing her three years of married life was nothing but a joke, Vanessa regretted leaving her family and all her assets behind just to marry Austin Jones. Disappointed, Vanessa proposed divorce and left the city, and started a new life. She went back to her family and became a rich lady with billions of assets! Now, Vanessa returned as the new General Manager of the Grant Corporation. Could she be able to make Austin regret leaving her? Would Austin fall for her knowing how charming she had become?

The day my wife gave birth to my foster brother's child, my entire family waited tensely outside the delivery room. They were not concerned about whether Sheila Rogers would make it through labor safely. They were worried I might turn up and make a scene. My mother kept glancing at the elevator. "He won't try to come up the stairs, will he?" My father was on the phone with hospital security again and again. "Yes, about six foot three. Have you seen him?" My brother stayed coiled and ready, fists clenched. "If my brother causes trouble, I'll lay down my life to protect Sheila and my son." However, from the start of labor to the moment Sheila delivered safely and both mother and child were declared healthy, I never showed up. Reclining on the hospital bed, Sheila took out her phone and asked my mother to call me. "Tell Hank not to cause any trouble," she said calmly. "If he's willing to be the child's godfather, we can still live our lives together." She felt absolutely no guilt toward me. From her perspective, she had merely granted my parents their long-standing wish for a grandchild. What fault could there possibly be in that? What no one knew was that I had never planned to go to the hospital. At that very moment, I was training beneath the scorching sun. All for a single reason: in one month, I would deploy with my unit to Safrana on a peacekeeping mission. Once I left, there would be little chance of ever coming back.

"Despite your protests look at you now." He smirked bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end you easily succumbed to me without any protest." "I don't want to die." I responded as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against it. "Your mouth is very dishonest woman." He said lifting and staring into my eyes. "It says no while your body says yes." "You're wrong." I whispered. "Am I now?" He spoke against my skin sending goosebumps all over my body. "I don't think I am." Valerie Anderson was your normal everyday secretary, at least she was until the day she died. Killed by her sex crazed supervisor by falling down a flight of stairs, Valerie finds herself waking up in the bed of the cold and oppressive Elias Langley. First prince and next in line for the throne of the land of Allsbrook, Elias gives Valerie two options, either be his slave or die by his hands. Unable to remember a thing, not even her name, Valerie isn't ready to die, not until she discovers how she appeared in this strange land and who she is. Desperate Valerie agrees to be Elias' slave, thus beginning their master and slave relationship. Will the cold Elias end up warming up to Valerie, allowing someone into his cold dead heart? Will Valerie be able to find her memories and figure out her mysterious background?

"You can give everything to a man—your time, your love, your life—but if you’re not the woman he wants, none of it matters." I wish I had known that before. Almost ten years of marriage. And now here he is — ready to leave me, take my son, and marry my sister. And worse? He’s making the world believe I’ve gone mad. Seven years. Seven years of sacrificing. Of putting him first, of trying to be the wife he said he needed. And now? I’m locked away, labeled crazy. The whole of Atlanta is praying for me. Because they all think I’ve broken down. That I’m sick. And that lie? It’s his. My sisters’. My parents’. My best friends’. Even my sons’. Yes — the boy I raised like mine. He made a video. Said I fell down the stairs, and that’s what triggered all this. It’s viral now. But it's not the entire truth; it’s just the story they needed. I gave them everything. Held this family together. Played every role — wife, mother, daughter, friend. I was everything… well, everything until she came back. Now that their perfect girl is home, I’m just in the way. And the best way to erase me? Label me unstable. Even my son wants her to be his mom. My husband? He says I was never the one. The truth is, they never really wanted me. Well, not until…

Before the start of the marking ceremony, my mate's childhood sweetheart, Gracie Green, almost drowns in the swimming pool. Simon Lloyd is bent on thinking that I was the one who pushed Gracie into the pool with the intent to murder her. So, he has me tied up in the bathtub as a punishment. "One year ago, you pushed Gracie down the stairs and cost her her pup! Now, you even intend to drown her! Why are you such a vile and selfish she-wolf? "Anyway, the marking ceremony shall only be held once you've finally acknowledged your mistakes!" When I'm in the middle of getting corroded by silver nitrate, Simon is busy celebrating Gracie's birthday with her. When Gracie pretends to be all gracious by suggesting to Simon that I should be released, he replies instantly, "Hmph! I'll only let Juliette out when she finally apologizes for her mistakes! This is what she gets for bullying you all the time, anyway!" After that, he gives my favorite moonstone necklace to Gracie as her birthday gift. One week later, Simon receives the prenatal vitamins that I've bought beforehand. He's finally willing to release me from the bathroom. The news of my pregnancy delights him so much that he keeps telling everyone he meets that he's about to become a father. But what he doesn't know is that the water running from the bathtub's tap has been changed to silver nitrate. My body has gotten corroded to the point that I'm now a pile of bones.

During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe. In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom. Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?" I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot. In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround my home. "Lyra Vale, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. You need to come with us." Elan’s enraged family had then rushed forward and stabbed me repeatedly. I died again. In my third life, I ran to the city plaza, started a livestream, and rapped on camera, turning every viewer into my alibi. That night, the police still came. "The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us." At the station, they pulled up surveillance footage. It clearly showed me sneaking into the gala hall, arguing with Elan, then picking up a knife and stabbing him straight in the back. I was completely stunned. Three days later, I took a bullet. After endless rebirths, I finally laughed in anger. This time, I stormed straight into the gala hall, pressed a knife across Elan's throat, and said, "This is a kidnapping."

After marrying her deceased sister's husband for years, Daniela eventually finds the strength to ask her domineering husband Alex for a divorce. Shortly after moving out, she finds out she is pregnant and goes back to get her things in the hopes of having a polite conversation. Instead, she loses the baby when Alex, in a fit of rage, shoves her down the stairs .Daniela promises that Alex will pay for his actions. She takes matters into her own hands after the police investigation is halted because of his connections, painstakingly compiling proof of his financial crimes and violent acts against her five-year-old nephew.While reconstructing her life at a new marketing , Daniela meets Thomas, a generous creative director who sees through her well-built barriers. Because of his personal experience with loss, Thomas has the patience to earn her trust even if she is still determined to keep him accountable. After Sam secretly approaches Daniela and reveals the extent of Alex's abuse, Daniela's objective shifts from pursuing personal vengeance to protecting the child she still loves despite Alex rejecting her. Daniela and Thomas are forced to engage in a high-stakes legal battle for Sam's custody and their future together as Alex's danger increases as the net closes around him.If Daniela can get over her fears and fall in love again, she will have the opportunity to start the family she has always desired with her newfound strength and Thomas's unwavering support.