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Zoey Veera Lavigne is in dire need of a high-paying job. She tried applying as Dionysus Zephyr Chevalier's executive secretary, but one accidental mistake, and she's out. Furious, she accepted her little sister's request for her to meet a stranger from a dating app to unwind. But, what happens when she learns that her date was actually Dionysus? Could it be another chance for her to land the job? But, Dionysus definitely had something else in his mind. With Dionysus' grandfather nearing death, he suddenly wanted Zoey to pretend as his girlfriend to grant his old man's dying wish. Will Zoey shamelessly accept it, swallow her pride and seize the chance, even if she hates Dionysus so much?

The day before our wedding, Luke Murray got wasted. On the ride home, he looked right at me and slurred, "Cassie, don't bring the kid to the ceremony. Arya can't know I'm the dad." I hit the brakes. Hard. He smacked into the seatback, halfway sobering up. When he finally realized it was me, he just... froze. Then he said real slow, "Guess you heard. Wedding's off—for now. Cassie doesn't want marriage, but the kid's mine, so I gotta step up. She's your bestie, right? You probably feel bad she's doing this alone. So once he's in school, I'll come back and marry you." I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "...That's fine. I don't mind." He didn't say a word when we got home—just grabbed his suitcase and left. I wiped the last tear off my face, sat on the bed, and just stared at nothing. Then my phone lit up. My childhood friend's voice cracked on the other end. "Arya, don't marry him. Please." I didn't say anything for a sec. "Okay."

Wanting to forget her tragedy-filled past, Vivian worked as a cleaning lady in Malcolm Incorporated. No one paid attention to her because of the hideous knife scar on her face. But her peaceful life was turned upside down when the company's visitor, the enigmatic CEO Steve noticed her. Steve began paying lavish attention to her. When her job as a cleaning lady no longer gave her stability, she needed to find another job. Steve offers her a job with his company, and the best part, he was willing to pay for her surgery to remove the scar on her face under salary deduction scheme, no strings attached. Without her knowledge, Steve had already dug into her past. When Vivian finally accepted Steve's offer, her past and present collided. Will she go back to her chaotic past and reconcile with the man who owns her heart or forget everything and create a secure and fulfilling life with Steve?

The most popular girl in school, Mona Culver, could only apply for the city's worst community college because of her poor school results. My childhood friend, James Holden, got our entire class to fill out application forms for community college too. It was his attempt to negotiate with Northrind University's admissions department to make an exception for Mona to study there. The top thirty students in the city shared pictures of their amended application forms to community college. Back in my past lifetime, I tried my best to talk them out of it. The application submission deadline was the next day, and no amendments would be allowed after that. If they wasted their time threatening Northrind by applying to community college, and the deadline passed, nothing could be done to change the results, even if they were the city's top thirty students. Their dreams of attending an Ivy League school would be quashed after ten years of hard work, and no one knew what their future would hold after that. James got angry and berated me, "You're just afraid Mona will be better than you once we start classes at Northrind. Stop pretending like you're doing this for us!" The rest of my classmates were also upset with me, and they turned their fury on me. "Our high school results mean nothing. With our abilities, we would still be able to attend Northrind next year if we repeat the year. You should just mind your own business!" We had been classmates for three years, and I could not let them compromise their futures. I informed our principal and their parents of their plans, and their application forms were amended. I managed to stop them from threatening Northrind's admissions department. All of them were accepted by Northrind in the end, and they became elites in their respective industries with bright futures ahead. Mona ended up getting pregnant with a thug's child while in community college, and she suffered from both physical and mental issues. She fell into deep depression and even attempted suicide several times. James broke down when he learned the truth, and he blamed it all on me. He worked with our classmates to fabricate evidence that I committed plagiarism, and they poisoned my drink. Even my parents were burned to death by a patient from a mental hospital. When I was reborn into this lifetime, I saw James change our group chat's name into 'Fight for True Love! Let's Go to Northrind Together!' I left the group without hesitation and blocked everyone's numbers.

My wife, Eunice Quill's adoptive younger brother, Shawn Quill, calls himself a human lie detector. During a game of truth and dare, I answer the truth question that I've given my virginity to Eunice. But Shawn "exposes" me in front of everyone by claiming that I've bedded at least three women before Eunice. He even gives me a nickname "Cope-More" out of jest. I question Eunice on the spot, only to see her mocking me back with a chuckle. "Shawn has been detecting lies since he was a kid. His observations are often very accurate. Don't tell me you're mad at him because of the way he humiliated you!" I decide to endure the farce for the sake of my young son, Callum Riverson. But when Callum gets into a car crash and needs 20 thousand dollars for his surgical bills, I stumble over to Eunice's company, hoping to borrow money from her. However, Shawn lets out a cold huff in return. "Finn must be lying! His lips are red, meaning he's very healthy. Also, the sweat dotting on his forehead must be droplets left behind by the mineral water that he's splashed onto himself in advance! "Hmph! It's way too easy for me to detect such a shoddy lie!" The impatient Eunice kicks me out of her company immediately. "Just tell me out right if you want to buy yourself a new watch! You won't receive a single cent if you lie to me!" When I recall the way Callum keeps struggling in pain and agony, I can only call Connie Bronson, Eunice's mom, with tears streaming down my face. "Give me 20 thousand dollars, and I'll leave Eunice voluntarily."

In my seventh year of dating Elliot Sheppard, he pulls every string to save the exiled daughter of his imprisoned mentor—Margot Fairgrave—and gives her a wedding that makes headlines. "Professor Fairgrave was my guiding light and a man of integrity, who'd never yield to corruption. I owe it to him to protect his daughter," he declares. The Sheppard family, with their billion-dollar empire and strict family rules, will never accept a daughter-in-law like Margot. So, to secure her place, he demands that our son call her "Mom" and tells the world that I am just the nanny. He promises. "Just wait. Once I collect enough evidence to prove that Professor Fairgrave was framed, I'll return everything to the way it was." For three years, I waited and watched their picture-perfect family of three. My son no longer knows me as his mother, yet I remain their lowly nanny. Since I can't possibly wait forever, I've decided to stop waiting.

My mother was the Chosen Luna—the one who once conquered three powerful Alphas. When her mission was done, she vanished from this world, leaving behind only me, and the three Alphas who had once loved her with everything they had. My first father, Alpha Jeff Tanners, ruled the Silver Moon Pack—rich enough to buy half the continent. My second father, Alpha Kael Grey, commanded all the warriors of the Northern Alliance. My third father, Alpha Bran Theron, held every medical resource wolves and humans depended on. For eighteen years, I was their cherished little princess. Whatever I wanted, they gave—no questions, no hesitation. Until they brought home that girl—a fragile orphan named Arie Ryker. From that day on, everything changed. She told them I called her a filthy stray, unworthy of our pack. She said I led the young wolves at school to bully her. She said I tampered with her performance costume, that I caused her allergy, that I made her faint on stage. And they believed her. They stopped believing me. The ninety-ninth time they chose her over me, when they shouted, "Don't come back again!", I didn't argue. I just picked up my luggage and left. They thought I'd come running home like before—that my disappearance was just another way to make them see me. But when they found out I had left the pack for good, that my identity had been erased, that I could no longer be found, the three mighty Alphas finally broke.

"Gabriella, are you really going to fly abroad and leave Owen behind?" In the quiet cafe, Gabriella Candola puts down the spoon in her hand. She then looks at Anne Lockwood, her best friend, sitting across from her at the table, who wears a flabbergasted expression. In a casual tone, she replies, "We're already divorced." "Divorced?" Anne never expects to hear such shocking news coming from Gabriella's lips. As soon as the shock passes, she begins lamenting about the injustice on Gabriella's behalf. "And Owen actually agreed to the divorce? You treated him so well over the past three years! Even if his heart were made of ice, it'd have melted by now, right? Does he really not have any feelings for you?" Gabriella just smiles in return, a glint appearing in her eyes.

My fiancé dumped me the moment he found out about my rare blood type. "That condition of yours? Yeah, it'd just drain my wallet." I was spiraling when Vincent showed up—like some knight in shining armor, pulling me out of the wreckage. He didn't care about my blood type. We barely dated before he proposed, and for a while, married life felt perfect. Until a year later, when I overheard him talking to a doctor. "Vincent, you already took 400 milliliters of Sophia's blood last month, and now you want another 200? Are you insane? Even if you love Emma, you can't just drain an innocent woman dry for her!" "A little more won't kill her. Stop overreacting." My head spun. My whole body went cold. That's when it hit me—our perfect marriage had been a lie from the start.

The doctor told me I would never have a baby, so we took a fifteen-year-old girl we found on the street out of pity--to adopt her. But as she got older, her wants grew, and by the time she was twenty she wanted my husband. With all the emotional turmoil, should I share my husband with my own adopted daughter?