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Jessica Miller witnessed her boyfriend's infidelity, went to a bar, got drunk, and ended up framed by her step-sister, leading to a one-night stand with Marcus. One day, Marcus's half-brother Dennis Smith, saw Oliver, who looks exactly like Marcus, and thought Oliver was Marcus's illegitimate child. Concerned that Oliver's existence would affect his inheritance rights in the Smith family, Dennis planned to run over Oliver with a car but ended up severely injuring Jessica. Marcus, wanting to help Jessica seek revenge, inflicted severe injuries on Dennis. At this point, Marcus's father, Oliver's grandfather, planned to send killers to kill the grandson he had just met. Why did Marcus's father do this? It involves the love and hate of the previous generation. Marcus was subjected to abuse from his father during his childhood. As an adult, he concealed his sharpness and stayed by his father's side, only to seek an opportunity for revenge. Marcus finally regained his memory. He and Jessica went through hardships and finally got married.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Bridget: Remember, my name is Bridget. I am your master. Layla:... Although I currently have a wolf's body, I am also the leader of the Western tribe! What are you to think of owning me??? However, her objections could only be expressed in animal-like sounds. No one understood what she was saying! Bridget: I know you like that! Layla: ... I don't! I don't like it! Don't falsely accuse me! Layla is the leader of the Western wolf tribe. She was betrayed by her mate during the pairing ceremony. They imprisoned her and broke her wolf teeth, removed her proud claws, and cut off her wolf tail. When they dumped her body in the stream, Layla was saved by her true mate. However, due to her severe injuries, she could not transform back into a human. How can she transform back into a human now? How can she avenge the traitors? Above all, what should she do when she meets her true mate, while she is just a small, wounded, and disabled wolf? More importantly, her mate seems to be narcissistic?! Why always ask and answer himself?

Drunk and heartbroken, Juliette spends a night with a stranger, wanting nothing more than to forget about it. Four years later, while trying to get her business off the ground and take care of her ailing grandmother, Juliette faces a severe financial crisis. When yet another client refuses to continue with her company’s services and her grandmother falls gravely ill, she has no choice but to give in to her uncle’s demands. The only condition? She must marry the youngest son of the Garret family, a man rumored to be hideously ugly and impotent after a terrible accident years ago. For the sake of her business and her grandmother, Juliette agrees to marry James Garret, the so-called ugly and impotent billionaire. But after the wedding, she discovers the truth. His family has imposed a condition: unless he gets Juliette pregnant within the year, he will be cut out of the family will and stripped of his billionaire status. When Juliette meets James for the first time, she is shocked to find that he is neither ugly as the rumors claimed him to be nor impotent. Why else would he, on their wedding night, lean in close and whisper in her ear? “Let’s make some babies, sweet thing.”

"Strip!" He ordered me so casually like it was his routine, gesturing towards his master bed. "Lay on your back and spread your legs wide." "No!" My refusal was barely audible, but still, it got a severe reaction. He clutched my neck in his sharp claws, growling furiously, "You'll do as I say, omega!" Struggling hard for breath, I grabbed his claw, staring back into his ablaze eyes. "Even if my suggestion is better than yours?" ... Omega Shyla's world crumbled down around her when her husband, Alpha Raymond, divorced her on the day of her Luna accession. Banished from her pack, she swore to hide her pregnancy. Her unborn child was the only ray of hope in that impenetrable darkness. Lycan King Maddox Miller, a merciless murderer ruling over the shifter kind, was another name of devil. But the long search for his soulmate drove him crazy, turning him into a stone-hearted beast. What would happen when his path crossed with Shyla, a mere omega fated to be his soulmate? Would he be able to accept her child? Or the return of remorseful Alpha Raymond would ruin their bond for good?

As the youngest daughter of the powerful mafia family, the Blythes, I was spoiled the moment I was born. I had three older brothers who adored me. When I turned eighteen, our father was killed in a turf fight. The shock sent our mother into a rapid decline, and she passed away less than a week later. To avenge our father, my three brothers waged war against our enemies for three days. Though they emerged victorious, all three were critically wounded. My eldest brother, Damon Blythe, suffered a ruptured liver and was on the brink of death. Matt Blythe, my second brother, had severe kidney damage. Chris Blythe had lost too much blood and went into heart failure. I spent a fortune hiring the world’s top surgeons. They transplanted half of my liver to Damon, a kidney to Matt, and even gave my heart to Chris, replacing mine with a mechanical one. Thanks to the doctors’ skill, all three survived and went on to take over the Blythes’ empire. Five years later, they became infatuated with Sophia Foster, a poor but strong-willed intern. They even forced me to give up my last kidney to her. It was only after I had died on the operating table that they regretted what they had done.

One day, a wealthy couple is invited to give a speech at my university. My childhood sweetheart, Henry McGregor, tugs me along, eager for us to sneak out to the cafeteria and do some part-time work. He tells me to go grab the empty bucket from the shelf. But just as I take a step, a flood of messages suddenly appears in front of my eyes. [Don't touch that bucket! It's filled with scalding soup that Henry prepared. He wants to ruin your face!] [Three years ago, Henry had his first love impersonate you, becoming the long-lost daughter of the Wright family. Now, he plans to disfigure you so you'll never be able to return.] [You'll endure severe burns all over your body and undergo countless skin grafts. In the end, the fake heiress will poison you by swapping your medicine.] [Meanwhile, that scumbag will marry into the Wright family. Along with the impostor, they'll drain the Wrights of everything they have.] [You need to go back right now and let Mrs. Wright see your face. This is your only chance to reclaim your rightful place as their daughter!] At that moment, I hear Henry urging me again to hurry and move the bucket. As I glance at the flood of messages once more, I freeze, stopping dead in my tracks.

" I hate you but I want to kiss you." His husky voice whispered into my ears as he pinned me against the wall. It was getting hot in here and down there as well. "Go ahead, after all, we are frenemies." I bit my lips as we maintained eye contact. He groaned before locking his lips with mine and fondling my bosom. *** Riley Anderson is the son of a Billionaire, he's arrogant, proud and bipolar, he has severe anger issues, he's not your typical player because he's selective with the girls he wants, he's the definition of player who got played by his high school ex girlfriend when he became vulnerable, he detest love. Ivy Moore, she's the daughter of a Billionaire who deals on real estate, she's beautiful and antisocial, she hasn't been lucky in the relationship and friendship department either because of her past experiences, she doesn't want to be shot by Cupid. They meet in college and hatred becomes the order of the day, they can't stand each other, they are either bickering or lip locking or even worst, fucking their brains out. Will enemies ever become lovers?.

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

For eight years, I stayed by John Harlem's side, even without a title. I was there when he recovered and rose from his wheelchair, and I was there when he clawed his way out of depression. I thought that one day, if I endured long enough, he would see my sincerity and affection for him. And we might end up together. But when his first love returned to the country, all my hopes turned into delusions. He told me to put away feelings I should never have had and remain by his side as nothing more than his "sister". For her, he deceived me, humiliated me, and pushed me away. What he never knew was that in helping him heal, I had absorbed far too much of his darkness. The very day he stopped taking his medication, I was diagnosed with severe depression. In order to save myself, I chose to let him go… and married his uncle instead. But at my wedding, he set aside his pride and dignity, dropped to his knees before everyone, and begged me for nothing more than a single glance.