Richard Sterling Story

I discover that I'm a homewrecker after dating my boyfriend for a decade. We're looking at marital homes when his wife seeks me out. She beats me up in public and rips my hair out, yet all he does is hurry to her after I've pushed her to the floor. Why? Because she's pregnant. Later, he gets a divorce and begs me to marry him. "I'm begging you, Madison. Forgive me this once."

I am the orphaned hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf. After my parents died, I was sent to the Silvermoon Pack, taken in by a distant relative on my father's side. They had three sons—triplets—each carrying the noble Alpha bloodline. In public, they were the epitome of grace and charm. But behind closed doors, they were my living nightmare. They despised me. To them, my blood was a stain, my existence a mistake. But in their world, I was more than just an outcast—I was prey. They made a bet: who would be the first to have me? To them, it wasn't just about desire. It was about possession, control. A way to chain me to them, to turn me into their plaything. They drugged me and watched as I collapsed at their feet, powerless, theirs to toy with as they pleased. In the end, they ruined me. Smeared my name until the whole pack sneered at me. Then came the bonfire festival. They tricked me away from the crowd and threw me into a pit—a collapsed silver mine, its air thick with toxic silver dust. Torches rained down, their flames licking at the walls, while the silver seeped into my body. It poisoned me slowly. Bit by bit, my body unraveled. And finally, my consciousness dissolved into the dark. But when I opened my eyes again, everything had reset. I had returned to the beginning. One of the triplets, Reine, smirked as he leaned in, his voice laced with amusement. "Ayla, what a beautiful name. May I invite you to the bonfire festival?" The bonfire festival? Of course. This time, let's make it your last night.

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

I sacrificed my legs to marry my cousin’s boyfriend, but they replaced me with a different bride on the wedding day!

The new teacher gave the wrong medicine, causing a child to suffer sudden cardiac arrest and die after failing to receive timely help. My fiance, who was also the vice principal, forged evidence on her behalf and pinned all the blame on me. I was fired and reported by the child's parents. Due to insufficient evidence, I was acquitted. But the child's devastated parents broke into my home with a kitchen knife and hacked me to death, severing me in multiple places. My fiance chose to cover it up for them. He disposed of my body and even comforted the parents. "A life for a life. Let this be my atonement." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the teacher gave the child the wrong medicine.

One day, I received a call from the property management. They politely advised me that even if it was a wedding, there was no need to make such a ruckus all night long, disturbing the neighbors. They said they were caught in the middle, and it was hard for them to deal with it. I replied, "You must be mistaken. I don't even have a boyfriend, so how could I be getting married?" Since I refused to admit it, the property management sent me a video from the community's security cameras. In the video, the hallway was decorated with lights and flowers, and guests were coming and going. A large group of people were escorting the bride into the new home. And the groom was none other than my ex-boyfriend, who I had broken up with two and a half years ago!

I was separated from my family at a young age and was adopted by my adoptive parents, who treated me very well. The day I turned eighteen and became an adult, my biological parents called me and begged me to meet them. Even though I had not seen them for years, I decided to fly to the city where they lived for a meetup. On the day I arrived, I shopped for gifts to give them as a gesture of goodwill, all while waiting for my biological brother to come and pick me up. When I finally picked up the gifts, a young woman decided to take them for herself. “I want the smoking pipe, the tie, and the necklace she’s holding!” She signaled to the shop assistant with a quirk of her lips, and the latter snatched the gift boxes from me. “Hey, I saw them first!” I was furious, but she looked me up and down with a sneer. “All these items are from the most expensive brands in the store. They cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Can a penniless loser like you afford them? “I am the daughter of the Ferrero family. My older brother is the heir of the Roccia Gang, the city's most powerful gang. Over here, no one dares fight me over things I’ve set my eyes on.” ‘Ferrero? Isn’t that my biological family?’ I thought. As it turned out, she was the girl my parents had adopted after they lost me. I raised an eyebrow and called my older brother, who was coming to pick me up. “Hey, your adopted sister snatched the gifts I bought for you all. What’re you going to do about it?”

Sebuah perputaran nasib yang bergantung pada sebuah koin dewa. Di saat hidupnya berada di zona keterpurukan, Richard Branson menemukan sebuah koin emas. Namun ternyata coin itu bisa menukarkan kehidupannya dengan kehidupan orang lain. Richard memiliki hutang dengan jumlah besar pada seorang mafia kaya raya bernama Bryant Vincenzo. Mafia itu dikenal sangatlah kejam dan akan membunuh siapa saja jika berurusan dengan uang. Istrinya menjadi korban dari kekejaman Bryan. Sarah, istrinya diculik dan dijadikan pelayan di rumahnya Brian. Sedangkan anaknya dibuang ke panti asuhan di sebuah gereja terpelosok. Lalu bagaimana kelanjutan nasib Richard? Apakah ia akan berhasil menukar kehidupan nya dengan coin dewa itu? Apakah kehidupannya akan lebih mudah setelah bertukar dengan Bryant?

Angela Moraga was kidnapped and sold to a ruthless mafia boss, Richard Henshaw. She was just an 18-year-old girl with big dreams; however, the man who bought her kept her as his property. He branded her, yet paradoxically allowed her to live a relatively free life. However, when Angela forgot his rules and mingled with others, Richard returned to claim her and force her to become his bride. Will Angela succumb or run away? Find out.

"I can't wait anymore. Make love to me, Damien. I want you. Now!. After the death of Richard Hale, the fate of the Hale Hotels was left in the hands of Richard’s firstborn son, Adrian Hale. But when Adrian found out about the company’s seemingly unending debts, he was desperate to find ways to pay the debts and keep the company. Scrambling to save his family’s company, Adrian Hale was shocked when the young billionaire hotel magnate Damien Cross approached him with a deal. It was to buy his company, call off his company’s creditors and let him lead it in exchange for his sister’s hand in marriage. Furious at the deal, Adrian was worried about his sister having a long-time boyfriend and tried to find another way to fight bankruptcy. Following his grandfather’s request about being married, the billionaire Damien Cross was set to find a perfect wife…or groom. He was gay, and that was the problem. Upon seeing the opportunity in the youngest daughter of Richard Hale, he thought that he could finally be at peace and get married even though it was against his own will. But then everything changed when the oldest son of Richard Hale barged into his office and led him to discover a better deal.