Reborn, She's Back For Revenge

I came back to life the day Cedric Gramont got drugged. This time? I didn't offer my body to him. I called his so-called soulmate instead. In my last life, I stupidly fell for the uncle who wasn't blood-related. When I found out he'd been hit with something strong, I ignored his plea to call Elyna Humbert—and "helped" him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. He had to marry me. On our wedding day, Elyna, who'd gone abroad to "clear her head," got kidnapped and killed. Before she died, she called Cedric 199 times, begging for help. He didn't pick up once. Too busy sealing the deal with me. Later, he just stared at those missed calls, not saying a word. Then the day I went into labor, he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital. He just smiled, cold and empty, and watched me die screaming, the baby still inside me. Last thing I heard? "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have married you. I wouldn't have missed Elyna's calls. You deserved to die." When I opened my eyes again, it was that same day—Cedric was drugged, but this time, I knew better.

After attempting to defend himself against his abusive father in an expressway, they crashed into a truck, leaving his father dead and Mason, the sole survivor of the accident. Half dead and losing consciousness, Mason met Racheal on the road who assumed he crashed the car on purpose to kill his father. She decided to leave him on the lone road to die but Mason begged her on his knees to let him live and that he would do anything to serve her. Little did he know that as he made this promise, he signed an agreement to throw his pride away and the honor he had left as a man, to be subservient to Racheal and her family and to be treated with the same courtesy as a dog.

I had always asked him if she was pretty, and I always wondered if it was she he was thinking about when we were intimate. "Callie, forget about her. Of course she is beautiful, she's my wife. She doesn't please me like you do," he caressed my neck into his strong hands. The warmth of his blood heated me, and I could feel his heart pounding profusely through his skin. "I'm falling in love with you," I tried to catch my breath, "I know we always promised each other this would go no further than just casual sex, but..."

Ten years ago, Rayden’s family was mercilessly slaughtered. He was left for dead, a mere shadow of a once-respected clan. In the eyes of the world, Rayden was gone. But in the darkness, he grew. Honing forbidden arts. Nurturing an unquenchable rage. Now, Rayden returns. Not as an heir, not as a hero. But as a sinner. A cultivator who has chosen a forbidden path for one reason—revenge. Beneath the veil of the modern world, cultivator clans hide their secrets, their artifacts, and their power. The Bramasta family, seemingly clean on the surface, is his first target. But the deeper Rayden infiltrates, the larger the web he uncovers, including a name that has haunted his every waking moment—Lucien Dorne. Every step Rayden takes will challenge the laws of cultivation, uncover old betrayals, and test his own moral limits. Because to destroy a monster, sometimes, you have to become a greater one.

Natalia, after being bought from a strange orphanage home was showered with fake love and affection only to be used by her foster parents as a blood bank to save their daughter, Emily. She tried to live up to their expectations but everything came crumbling down when Emily found out that she was loved by the almighty Bellamy A. Brooks, a perfect figure who was loved by the public but has his dark side. He was married to an heiress of a prestigious family due to her weak health status. He showed her no love at all since his heart was only for Natalia. Out of jealousy, Emily finally got rid of her obstacle to get closer to Bellamy. But it made things worse. Bellamy returned to becoming a devil. He showed no mercy to anyone who defiled him because the love of his life was gone. Little did he know she was reborn as his weak wife whom he showed no love. Will he realize the truth before it's too late? Will he be able to remove his own obstacles to be with the love of his life again?

Mia knows she is falling hard for Christian Wayne, the cold, calculated, and incredibly sexy billionaire who is bent on reclaiming what is righteously his from his father/her boss that he hates. Years ago, Mia made a promise to Christian's father, a promise she now regrets deeply and would inevitably put her on Christian’s opposing side. In this war between father and son, which side should she choose? The father to who she swore allegiance or the son that she feels irresistibly attracted to? Is she a fix for this irreparable father-son relationship? Or does she just become collateral damage in the two men's war?

On the first day back after the New Year break, I returned to find my workstation gone—replaced by two large trash bins sitting side by side. "Josh, even though you've been with the company for ten years, you still have to comply with company arrangements. "You were supposed to be reassigned before the holiday. We held off so you could enjoy your New Year. You should be grateful." As he spoke, my boss pointed toward a corner beside the restroom. There sat a set of low, worn desk and chair—something that looked like it had been discarded by an elementary school. I set my bag on it. The desk wobbled twice, then collapsed outright. Amid the muffled snickers around me, I didn't argue or make a scene. I simply looked at the boss, calm and steady. "You don't have to go through all this trouble to force me out. I'll resign now. I'll forfeit the compensation—just process it as quickly as possible." His eyes lit up, though his face feigned regret. "Since you've made up your mind, there's not much I can say. But the Vespere chip you've spent ten years developing belongs to the company—you have no right to take it with you. "Oh, and when you handle the paperwork, don't forget to pay for that cup of coffee in your hand. It's an employee benefit. As an outsider now, you'll have to cover the cost." I nodded and signed the termination agreement without resistance. But the moment I stepped out of the company, I activated the self-destruct program embedded deep within the chip's core.

Cong Rong was a promising and hardworking novel writer who loved the fantasy world. However, no matter how much she tried to improve herself, the world dragged her down again. Losing her confidence, she got forced to change her genre to Romance. Tired of trying again, she pushed to a way where she felt there was no place for her. But was she right? Was there no hope of romance for her? Wen Shaoqing, a capable and brilliant CEO of a worldwide famous comic company. He had only one aim, and that was to see his company at the top. But what if two loveless people come together? Will there be a spark of love between them? Or will both ignore their feelings and remain hopeless? What will happen when two different types of personalities get locked in the same house for a few months?

It was like a dream come true when the CEO of Sullivan Enterprises asked my hand in marriage. I was the trophy wife, the woman of his dreams: so high on a pedestal until it all came crashing down. He didn't marry me for love, oh no: he married me for revenge. For everything that my father had done, and I was pulled into the worst hell imaginable. Days, months of torture and torment. They say there's fire in love. But could there be love in a fire?

Jane Foster's twin sister was defiled and died before her wedding. Amidst her family's crisis, Jane was called to shed her armor and marry in her sister's place, thus becoming the country's queen. The tyrant king's first love was long dead. All the concubines in the harem were merely inferior distractions. The only person he adored was the royal concubine, Lady Helena, who resembled his first love the most. Meanwhile, Jane was nothing like his first love. Everyone thought the tyrant king would get sick of her and have her dethroned sooner or later. As expected, the king and the queen were on the verge of a divorce. However, instead of the queen being on the receiving end of the divorce, it was the king. That very night, the tyrant king tugged at the hem of Jane's dress. "You can leave, but only over my dead body!" The concubines were crying their eyes out while they stopped the tyrant king and called out to Jane, "Your Majesty, please don't leave us. If you must leave, take us with you!"