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At a company party, Taylor Kennedy plays a game of mouth-to-mouth cookie biting with his female assistant as everyone watches. I blend into the crowd and laugh along. The room instantly falls silent. The assistant bursts into tears and plays the victim. Taylor lets go of her, turns to me, and coldly scolds me in front of the entire company. He berates me for not knowing how to read the room and being a buzzkill. Then, without hesitation, he wraps his arm around the assistant and kisses her deeply as I watch. If this were before, I would've stormed over in a rage and ripped them apart. Then, I would've humiliated her in front of everyone, not caring whose pride I trampled. But now, I feel nothing. Not even as I watch them kiss. Not even though today marks my ten-year anniversary with Taylor.

อดีตที่ยากจน!! แม่เลี้ยงสามีที่เอาเปรียบบ้านใหญ่ บ้านรองของพวกเธอต้องชดใช้!! อีกเพียงวันเดียวเหอเสี่ยวหงก็จะได้กลับไปในที่ที่ได้จากมาแล้ว ไม่รู้ว่าตอนนี้เหล่าลูกสาวจะเป็นยังไงกันบ้าง ถ้าถามว่าเธอรู้ได้ยังไงว่าจะได้กลับไป ก็ต้องบอกว่าก่อนที่จะมาเกิดใหม่ เหอเสี่ยวหงได้เจอกับคน ๆ หนึ่ง ที่บอกเธอไว้ว่าจะได้เกิดใหม่ แต่เมื่อถึงเวลาหรือก็คือเมื่อไหร่ที่เหอเสี่ยวหงครบสามสิบปี เธอจะได้กลับไปยังที่ที่ได้จากมา เพื่อชดใช้ให้กับสามีและลูกสาวที่เธอทิ้งมา เหอเสี่ยวหงเปิดตู้เซฟที่คุณย่าเก็บของสำคัญไว้ให้หลายอย่าง ไม่ว่าจะเป็นสร้อยคอ เพชร ทองคำ โฉนดที่ดินต่าง ๆ บ้าน เหอเสี่ยวหงเก็บใส่มิติบางส่วน และเหลือทองคำไว้ให้ผู้เป็นพ่อร้อยกว่าแท่ง พร้อมกับเงินอีกล้านหยวน ส่วนโฉนดที่ดินเหอเสี่ยวหงให้หยาดฟ้าดูแล จริง ๆ ของพวกนี้เหอเสี่ยวหงจะไม่ให้ใครก็ได้ เพราะคุณย่าเคยบอกเอาไว้ว่าของทุกอย่างเป็นของเหอเสี่ยวหง จะให้หรือไม่ให้ใครก็ได้ โดยเฉพาะกับคนเป็นพ่อของเธอ

I'm the so-called 'Lady of Glory'—yeah, that girl from the Archbishop's prophecy. They said I'd bring endless glory to whatever Family I married into. But at our engagement party, my fiancé—Marco Falcone—swaggered onstage holding hands with his pregnant stripper girlfriend. Then he grabbed my wrist, dragged me forward, and made me kiss her hand. "Lola's the only woman I'll ever call my wife," he said with a smug little grin. "If you still want this marriage, your De Luca money better support her and the baby." I slapped him. Ripped the contract in half. Let it snow confetti. "Please. I can marry someone a hundred times better." Right when I was about to torch the entire Falcone Family, someone stepped out of the shadows. Marco's older brother, Dante Falcone. The one who'd been injured, underestimated, and pushed aside. He locked eyes with me, totally unfazed. "Signorina De Luca, do your words still stand?"

ในช่วงที่หญิงสาวกำลังรู้สึกสิ้นหวังในชีวิต เธอได้ช่วยชีวิตหญิงชราคนหนึ่งเอาไว้ นับตั้งแต่วันนั้นชิวิตของเธอก็เปลี่ยนไปตลอดกาล

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

"Let's welcome Brandon King!" My mind was racing, my palms were getting sweaty as I fixed my eyes on the doors. I was still in denial. 'No, there are a thousand and one Brandon Kings across the world. It can't be..." It was him. I thought I could hear the ambulance sirens from a distance. I hoped they were coming to take me because at that moment, my heart stopped beating. Belle Cooper is left hertbroken after her fiance Brandon King fails to show up at the altar. Two months later, fate brings them together on a reality dating show, Love Isle. In the midst of deception, lies and old secrets, Belle must steer through an emotional rollercoaster and find out why Brandon betrayed her. Will love win or will the mistakes of the past ruin their second chance at happiness?

Melvin Parker is a natural-born werewolf who worked as a werewolf guardian whose job is to maintain peace and order in the city he is assigned to. Karen Stanford is a natural-born rebellious human who lives on a bed of roses and a silver spoon in her mouth. She gets everything she wants. But their lives began to mess up by a prank that had gone wrong, turning Karen into a monster the wolf world could barely imagine.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

Azalea Hart spent everything she had on taking care of her sick brother. No parents, no family, just a cruel stepsister who feeds her and bullies her every now and then. However, a light appeared at the end of her tunnel during one of he brother's sick days... "You're not almost dead... You're already dead!" Edwin Clark whispered eeriely as he sank his fangs into the nape of her neck. Azalea chocked, almost dying but his eyes had changed, filled with nothing but regret of.... What have I done? "You... You're my mate?" Fuck it! Azalea know nothing about mates. The burning pain has turned into horny sensation and the young virgin craves nothing.... But his touch. She touched him. He became obsessed.... No. Obsession is an understatement, he became mad. "My Mr Vampire, has gone mad, again" she would whisper anytime she met herself on his bed. But his appearance gradually becomes more than she anticipated.

Everyone knows I'm Brooke River's bootlicker—I've stuck by her side for the past ten years. Now, she's getting engaged to someone else, and everyone's waiting to see me make a fool of myself. The problem is… I already got married three years ago.