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I was found by my biological parents only to become a mobile blood bank for their adopted daughter Leila, expected to sacrifice myself to donate blood—even my heart—whenever she fell seriously ill... My parents despised me, and my own brother drugged me, threatening my life to force me to marry a dying man as Leila's substitute. Having lost all hope in my family, I signed a severance agreement, cutting all ties with them, and took a large sum of money for marriage investment. What they didn’t know was that I was the mysterious Nobel Prize-winning doctor in medicine, possessing the world’s most advanced medical research technology...

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

Morana Greene died loving the wrong man. She built Lancaster Pharmaceuticals beside Xavier, trusted him, defended him, loved him and gave him everything including her blood, her genius and five years of her life. Then she found out the truth. The marriage was fake and the blood he’d been extracting was funding an empire built on illegal trials. When she stopped being useful, he told the doctor to continue anyway and watched the machines drain the last of her life while she lay on a hospital bed. Reborn one month before her death, Morana remembers everything. This time she won’t beg for love and she won’t forgive. Xavier thinks she still belongs to him. He has no idea she’s already planning his downfall. And when the ruthless industry titan Tristan Rothschild offers her a cold contractual marriage to reclaim her stolen empire? Morana doesn’t believe in coincidence anymore. But she’ll use every weapon she has including a billionaire who wants nothing to do with feelings to burn her enemies to the ground.

To the world, Felix and I were fated by the Moon Goddess, an Omega and her destined Alpha. Only I knew how much he despised me. At his Alpha ceremony, he humiliated me before the entire pack by choosing my half-sister, Bianca, over me. “An Omega who plays with herbs? You’ll never be worthy of me.” In my past life, I begged him not to reject me. He didn’t, but he made me suffer instead. My stepmother and Bianca framed me for poisoning the pack. He never defended me. He locked me in heat, then turned around and marked Bianca, like I was nothing. She wore his mark. I wore his shame. I was framed, cast out, and discarded. When he publicly crowned Bianca as his Luna, our bond shattered and so did my wolf. It was then I realized, he had never loved me. But now, I’m back. Back on the day of his Alpha ceremony. In this life, I’d rather suffer than be his mate again. “I, Reiley, rejected you, Felix, as my mate.”

The day I found out I was a match for my dad—stage four leukemia—I bailed. Mom tore the world apart looking for me, but yeah, she had to watch him go. After that, she drowned herself in research, built a name, even adopted this perfect little angel. We crossed paths again at some fancy leukemia conference she was hosting. I was on the demo table. She took one look and scoffed. "Charlotte Stein, not the time for your crap. Get up and go." The host blinked, stunned. "Dr. Cooper... you know this cadaver?" She actually laughed. "What, she paid you for this stunt?" The host turned ghost-white. "M-Miss Stein passed three days ago..."

My husband, Chandler Rotterdam worked as a researcher developing a new serum. Driven to find a cure for my cancer, he poured himself entirely into the project.  However, on the day of the injection, it wasn’t him who administered the treatment—it was his childhood friend, Pauline Hemsworth.  She had injected an unregulated dose, and I could do nothing but watch as my life slipped away. Even the child growing inside me was not spared.  Meanwhile, Chandler remained by her side.  “If this research succeeds, all the credit goes to you!” Chandler assured Pauline. “She would never blame you if anything happens. She’d be grateful to be the first to receive the drug.”  But the experiment failed. After discovering my death, Chandler lost his mind.

Fresh out of the National Research Institute, I loaded up on my wife's favorite snacks and ordered a vibrant bouquet of roses, eager to surprise her. I stashed the treats in her office, then stepped out to grab the flowers. But in those fleeting minutes, a stranger had ripped open every package and devoured everything. I glared at him. "Who gave you permission to touch those?" He shot me a look of pure disdain. "Buzz off, flower boy. Drop your crap and scram!" The secretary at the door snickered. "You heard the man. He's Ms. Bowman's husband. Better run before he leaves a bad review." I pulled out my phone and called my wife. "Who is this guy in your office?"

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Research Center, and the only person in the world with experience in deep-sea rescue. When my sister’s submarine malfunctioned and was stranded ten thousand meters below the surface, I hung up on her distress call. Then I calmly walked into a police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research. A few minutes later, my father called. His voice was frantic and furious. “Your sister is missing. Where the hell are you? I’m ordering you to get to the site immediately and save her, or you won’t see a cent of the family inheritance!” I calmly pulled the blanket over my head and said into the phone, “I don’t have time, and you’re interrupting my sleep.”

From behavioral disorder to mental disorder, Third's condition became worst to the point that he reached the severe disorder and becomes a psychopath. Rilley Villafuerte-a psychiatric nurse conduct research and several tests to know Third's condition. Until she discovered a new disorder. He has this Psychotic Obsession in which he is obsessed with one thing or person. He will do anything just to have that thing or person. Anyone who touches it will die. He has this urge to kill when his obsession is being touched. "Akin ka lang Rilley, akin" I am Rilley Villafuerte, 25 years old and I am nursing the psychopath-Alastair Wilson III, the guy who has the Psychotic Obsession. And his obsession is... ....me

The day my girlfriend got back together with her first love, I boarded a plane bound for Brindlewood. She told her first love, "Craig was just a fling. I won't have anything to do with him anymore. From now on, I'll only be by your side." Her friends all worried I might cause a scene. But they didn't know—this time, I wasn't going to make a fuss. Before leaving for Brindlewood, I had promised my mentor I'd join his medical research program. In just two weeks, I'd lose all contact with the outside world and dive into a secret project for the next ten years. From that moment on, there would be no ties between me and her anymore.