Tale As Old As Time

Isabella Sterling, formerly Katherine Carter, is a brilliant architect driven by revenge. Her brother, Jackson, was wrongfully imprisoned for a building collapse orchestrated by the Ashford family, leading to his death and their father's demise. Determined to avenge them, she infiltrates Ashford Global Architecture and the lives of people who were once close to her brother. She took out her heart and left it in Italy while her mind plotted a terrible future for her enemies. But can the love of a man make her change her path, or only reinforce her thirst for blood?

Five years ago, my brother's fiancée died because of me. Five years later, I'm burned to a crisp and laid out on his autopsy table.

Christian and Christopher have always been inseparable, but their lives take an unexpected turn when they both fall deeply in love with the same girl, Keira. As they navigate their feelings, they face a complex dilemma that threatens to tear their bond apart. The love they desire may bring chaos and confusion into their lives, raising questions about whether it's worth the risk. Will their love for Keira ultimately tear them apart, or will they find a way to make it work without losing each other or damaging their family relationships?

Days before Christmas, my girlfriend, Tessa Coleman, decides to take her assistant to the beach for the holiday. I don't argue or make a scene. I even help her pack her bags. But she sneers at me, mocking me for finally learning how to be sensible now that my legs are useless. As soon as she leaves, I reach out to her sworn enemy. In my last life, when I tried to stop her with my crippled legs, her assistant ended up brutally murdered at the beach. Tessa had acted like nothing had happened, but once I recovered, she hacked off my legs and killed me mercilessly. That was when I finally realized that she had hated me all along. This time around, I'll make sure she loses everything.

After the sudden death of their parents, two step-sisters, Carla and Catherine, are left to fend for themselves. Carla sacrifices her education to support Catherine, working tirelessly to make ends meet while Catherine’s life remains untouched by struggle. In love, Carla gives up her dream to help her boyfriend, Charles, pursue his dream of becoming a surgeon. Months after he travels abroad to study, Carla discovers she is pregnant with his child. But when Charles returns, Carla uncovers a devastating betrayal—Charles has been cheating with Catherine’s friend, Ivory, and they have a child together. Heartbroken, Carla is abandoned at the altar by Charles, who chooses to be with Ivory instead. In the aftermath, Carla’s daughter, Mia, falls gravely ill. Despite Carla’s desperate pleas, no one comes to her aid, and Mia tragically dies. Carla vows revenge and in bid of that enters a contract marriage with Carlos, Catherine’s ex, intending to destroy her step-sister. But Carlos is still in love with Catherine, pulling Carla deeper into a web of lies and deceit. Just when Carla believes she has lost everything, she is saved by Henry Wordsworth, heir to TJX Fashion Company. With Henry’s help, she embarks on a quest for revenge, determined to take down everyone who wronged her. But what happens when she discovers that the parents of her newfound love, Henry, are the ones behind her parents' deaths?

...everywhere shook. Tornados destroyed the earth. He stood there and did nothing while she almost died... She's fire, he's ice. Her powers could destroy the whole universe. His powers could undo the what her powers could do, but it was only going to happen with a price. She's hot blooded, he's cold blooded. He was too indifferent, until he finds out that...

When I got reborn into my youthful years, I turned down the marriage proposal of Seth Klein, the future major general. Instead, I chose to be with Nathan Prescott, who lived a poor life. My mother thought I was possessed. After all, the entire village knew that I, the village chief's daughter, used to follow the well-educated Mr. Klein around all the time. Apparently, I was willing to do anything just to marry him. I soon recalled what happened in my previous life. After I married Seth, we never consummated our marriage. He even brought back a child, claiming that said child belonged to a fellow soldier who had passed on in the war. I viewed the child as my own and made an effort to raise him. It wasn't until our fiftieth anniversary that I discovered a secret after barging into Seth's study, which had always been forbidden to me. It turned out that the study was plastered with photos of my older cousin, Catherine Parker—the most beautiful woman in the village. The thing was, she had been dead for a long time. The truth was, Seth has always been capable of performing in bed. He was merely practicing abstinence because of Catherine. Furious, I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital. But my son, whom I treated as my own, was the one who unplugged my life support with his own hands. "If it weren't for you taking over my mom's position as the actual wife, she wouldn't have died as an unknown mistress!" After my death, I witnessed Seth getting a joint burial with Catherine as husband and wife. As for my ashes, they were randomly scattered into a dried-up river. Now that I was reborn, I chose to fulfill their wish!

It was almost New Year. I had just withdrawn money from the bank when I noticed that the amount on my passbook didn't match the cash in my hand. I counted carefully—my passbook showed a different figure than the five thousand dollars I was holding. Frustrated, I turned and went back to the counter to find the teller who had handled my transaction. Clutching the receipt, I tried to be polite. "Excuse me, I think there might be a mistake with this transaction." Instantly, she snapped, pointing her finger at my nose. "Don't you know that once you leave the counter, we are not responsible for any discrepancies?" I waved my hands, trying to explain. "No, wait, look again. I clearly withdrew five thousand dollars, but on my passbook, it shows…" She cut me off impatiently. "When you filled out the form, it was all right there. Once you leave the counter, it's not our problem. You signed the form yourself, confirming everything. Are we supposed to correct it every time someone claims a mistake after leaving the bank?" I froze. No wonder she kept repeating that the bank isn't responsible after leaving the counter. She thought I had come back to ask for more money. What I was really trying to explain was simple: I withdrew five thousand, yet my passbook showed that I deposited five thousand.

On my way to work, I came across a livestream from an influencer who posted about her relationship, tagged at my company’s location. She was talking about her office romance with the CEO of a major corporation. But wasn’t the CEO of her company my husband? I clicked on her profile and saw that it was full of wedding-prep posts. The man never showed his face, but his build looked almost exactly like my husband’s. So I left a comment in the livestream: “I heard the CEO of Gibson Corporation has been married for a long time. So what does that make you...?” The streamer muted me, then instantly burst into tears. “The internet isn’t lawless. If you keep spreading rumors and calling me a mistress, I’m calling the police.” Her fans immediately swarmed me. “You’re probably the other woman yourself. That’s why your mind went there.” “I checked her profile. She’s some woman in her thirties. She’s obviously jealous because the streamer is young, pretty, and has a rich, powerful boyfriend who dotes on her.” “The account’s brand new. She’s obviously just a troll.” I tried to say more, only to realize I had already been kicked out of the livestream, and my account had been reported until I couldn’t even log back in. I stared at the proof of our marriage in the drawer for a long moment. Then I raised my hand and smacked my sleeping husband awake. “Exactly how many wives are you planning to have?”

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.