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For the ninety-ninth time, Thomas Wells brought a strange woman home. Following his instructions, I was washing Chloe Brooks's feet. Without warning, she kicked the basin violently, sending hot water splashing onto my face. "Thomas, Ms. Harris just pinched my foot! My feet are for ballet—I'm in so much pain. What am I supposed to do for tomorrow's competition?" Thomas flew into a rage. To punish me, he had someone bring a brazier, and I was forced to press my foot into the burning coals. The smell of burning flesh filled the entire living room in an instant. Thomas paid no attention as I collapsed to the floor, curling up and breaking out in a cold sweat. He turned away, carrying Chloe off to the bedroom. Shortly afterward, I called Thomas's sister, Tracy. "Tracy, I'm sorry. I don't intend to be with Thomas anymore." After that, I left and vanished from his life. Later, I heard that Mr. Wells of the Wells family had gone mad.

I've dated Andrew Carter, my surgeon boyfriend, for seven years. We plan 66 weddings, and he cancels every single one for Selena Merrick. The first time, Selena botched a patient's injection. "Wait for me," he said, and I waited the entire day. The second time, she slipped and fell in the shower. We were just about to exchange rings, but he ditched me at the altar without a second thought, leaving me to face the ridicule from the guests. For all 65 weddings I held, Selena always found an excuse to lure Andrew away. At the 65th wedding, she claimed her dog was dying and threatened to take her life. My mom collapsed from stress-induced angina, yet Andrew still ran to Selena. Afterward, he kneels and begs us for forgiveness. "Selena is just a pitiful orphan, but you're the one I'll always love," he declares. I give him one last chance, yet he never fails to disappoint me. That is it. I break up with Andrew and join Doctors without Borders. Goodbye. Let's never meet again.

“I reject you… a man, as my mate. And I also reject you as my Luna.” Alpha Kane’s voice was cold. Just like that, he cast me aside, an Omega unworthy of him. No one had imagined that his destined mate would be a man. Worse, my father killed his father. I broke. There was nothing left to do but accept the bond he refused. But before I could even walk away, he turned, his eyes filled with hatred, and tried to kill me. Bleeding and broken, I collapsed deep in the forest, the world fading to black. Then the sunlight vanished. A towering figure stepped in front of me, blocking out the sky. “Who dares to hurt my mate?” The Lycan King’s voice was as cold as hell itself. Every pursuer dropped to their knees. Every single one except him. He stood tall, untouched by fear, and reached out his hand to me. My mind went blank. Mate? I… became the King’s mate? In an instant, I went from an Omega trampled underfoot to a Queen above all. Everyone who had ever humiliated me would pay the price.

On the day Moon Spencer received the Medal of Honor, she made a public declaration of love on live television to her accompanying military medic, Xavier Quinn. “If it weren’t for Xavier, I’d have died in that storm at sea. He is the most important person in my life.” At the same time, her husband, Nathan Johnson, was lying on his deathbed at home. For years, he had taken care of Moon’s parents and raised their child alone. The strain destroyed his health, and he had little time left. He never expected that after twenty years of sacrifice, he would not even hear a word of thanks from her. What truly broke him was their daughter’s comment. “Dad, don’t you think Dr. Quinn and Mom are perfect together? You should leave sooner and make room for him.” Nathan collapsed in fury and regret. He died that night. When he opened his eyes again, he was back to the night before Moon left for her coastal deployment. This time, he refused to stay behind as the forgotten man who kept everything running. In this life, he would pursue his own dream.

My husband, Mark Thompson, and I went hiking. After eating some wild berries I picked, he was poisoned and died. When I got home, a woman named Sarah Miller and her son, Tommy Miller, showed up at my door. It turned out Mark had given them our house and car. On top of that, he owed them a huge amount of money. I ended up giving them all the savings I had. To care for my sick mother-in-law, Judith Thompson, I worked three jobs. I was surviving on basic meals like bread and butter. After years of exhausting work, I collapsed in the hospital. Judith told the doctors to stop my treatment. Just as I was about to die, Mark walked into the ward with Sarah and Tommy in his arms. He tossed five dollars at me. “Thanks for taking care of my mom all these years.” That was when I realized Mark had faked his death just to be with Sarah and their love child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day we went hiking together.

She apologized crying,"Sorry."" Let's fulfil your wish. From this onwards, you will entertain me just like you claimed," he whispered in her ear. With this one sentence, her world collapsed in front of her. " Strip for your master, right now," He commanded smirking. How would you feel when you are just about to get married to your girlfriend, another woman appears from nowhere and claims to be your wife? What will be your girlfriend's reaction? She will break up, won't she? That's what happened with Ajax, a 25-year-old billionaire mafia heir. His girlfriend broke up with him on their wedding day when an unknown woman came from nowhere and claimed that she is his wife! After losing his girlfriend the only thing he could think about was that wedding breaker. He swore to make her life hell who is responsible for his heartbreak. So, who was that woman? What was her intention behind this? Why did she claim to be Ajax's wife? Did she have any enmity with him or was there something else?

The day Yancy Shepherd died, Benedict Page poisoned our dinner. His eyes were wild, and bloodshot, as he watched me writhe in agony. There was a madness in his gaze, but worse was the hatred, a disgust so deep it twisted his face into something unrecognizable. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, Yancy wouldn’t have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It’s all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand and landed at my feet—Yancy at twenty, looking radiant, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. I collapsed to the ground, my strength fading fast like a rose withering in the final grasp of winter. Helpless, I waited for the darkness to claim me, consumed by despair and bitter regret. Why hadn’t I listened to the system and killed him when I had the chance? But when I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I stood watching Benedict flee our engagement ceremony. My brother moved to chase after him, but I quietly raised a hand, stopping him. This time, things would be different.

When Jane Blackwood’s world collapsed at a young age —her father arrested, her mother dead, her inheritance stolen—she vanished. The world believed she died, but in Paris, she was forged into someone new: Kate Vance, a brilliant, cold strategist created for a single purpose—to destroy Michael Curry, the man she believes orchestrated her family’s downfall. Five years later she returns, unrecognizable, lethal, and ready to infiltrate Michael’s empire. But the man she has sworn to ruin is not the monster in her memories. He is magnetic, controlled, dangerous, and inexplicably gentle with her. The closer she gets, the more the lies unravel. When she breaks into his hidden safe, everything she knows shatters. Her father’s confession. Michael’s sacrifice. Proof he spent years silently protecting her. Her revenge collapses—her identity fractures. And the only man who can save her is the same man she came to destroy. Together, they face the real enemy who framed her father and hunted her in the shadows. But love born from ruin is dangerous—and their truth may cost them everything.

My sister-in-law, Sabine Vire, deliberately swapped my prenatal medication with abortion pills. As a result, my eight-month-old baby was gone. As I cried until I nearly collapsed from grief, my husband, Cassian Thorne, held me tightly and murmured, "Don’t worry. You’ll have another child." Three months later, I became pregnant again—this time with triplets. Overwhelmed with joy, I was just about to share the wonderful news with Cassian when I overheard a conversation between him and his friends. "All five of you didn’t use protection, right? I want to see how many brats her belly can carry. The wager is $50 million." "I bet three." "I bet one." Cassian burst into laughter. "If we’re betting, then we’re going big. I bet six. Who told her to slap my precious Sabine? If she can pop out a few brats to make Sabine happy, that’s her blessing." Sabine, the very woman who had fed me the abortion pills, was Cassian's beloved.

The day she was forced by her parents to give up the man she loved to her own sister, Charlotte Dean realized her life had returned to its cruel beginning. After a fatal accident that left Nathan in a coma, she stood by him for two years, at the hospital until he woke up. Nathan Mills was once her refuge, her promise. “I will always love and protect you.” He’d once said. “Nothing will come between us.” But when he finally woke up, the first face he saw wasn't not hers. “Oh, thank goodness you’re awake, Mr. Mills,” Her mother cried. Then her expression hardened. “Charlotte? That useless girl ran off with another man just a day after you were admitted.” Her parents and her sister took everything Charlie ever shared with him at that instant. And he believed them. From that moment, Charlotte’s world collapsed piece by piece. When the truth finally came to light, Charlotte was gone. Filled with regrets and fear, Nathan was ready to give up his life to find her.