What She Did

On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again. This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department. "Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you." Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze. After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him. I backed him into a corner to make him marry me. Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back. On my wedding day, he calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?" I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?" Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.

Gigi was annoyed every time she saw her younger sister giggling while reading her favorite werewolf novel. She couldn't understand why her sister likes the male protagonist of that novel who is a scary and cruel alpha. Gigi hated werewolves ever since she was bitten by a huge werewolf's dog. But fate loves to make a joke with her life. Fate made Gigi miraculously enter in the novel and meets the alpha. She becomes one of the antagonists inside the book who hated the alpha. But what if the only way to get out of the book is to make the werewolf prince she hated the most falls in love with her? Will she set aside her hatred and make him fall in love with her so she could go home? But what if she also falls for Alpha Phil but her feelings are not allowed because she will disappear inside the book and also from the real world? Will she choose to love him even if she knew what will be the outcome?

To "fix" Leonard Rinehart's oh-so-tragic depression, Naomi Gaffron—yeah, the same girl who once swore she'd only ever marry me—secretly tied the knot with him. So I gave in. Played along with the family's little matchmaking stunt. Married Aurelia Spencer—Brieton City's golden girl who'd been obsessed with me since forever. For seven years, she clung to me like I was oxygen. Every night, curled up like she'd break if I moved. I thought that was happiness. Then one night, I caught her whispering to her best friend: "Leonard's already got international awards. When are you dumping Leone?" "Whatever—I'm stuck with someone I don't love anyway. Doesn't matter who I married. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Leone so he doesn't screw up everything Leonard built." I checked her study. Found a hidden folder—over 100,000 photos of Leonard. A hundred unsent love letters. Even I couldn't fake it anymore. Bought a silicone dummy. Laid out the plan. The fire would be step one. Dead or alive—we're done.

Vivian Cunningham's marriage to her childhood friend Nathan Sadoc was expected to be blissful. Nathan had been her first crush, the handsome and charming stud that every girl desired. However, there was a problem: Nathan never liked her, nor did he want her as his wife. He was in love with a girl, Annika Summers, who had disappeared a year ago, a Cinderella who had run away when the midnight bell rang. He had kept her glass slipper and waited for her return with unwavering love. The only reason he had married Vivian was that he wanted to punish her. He wanted to trap her in this loveless marriage for what she had done to Annika. Or at least, that's what Vivian believed. She thought she would suffer in this marriage and eventually die alone, filled with grievance. However, as the days passed, something began to change between them. She was baffled by his growing possessiveness and desire for her. Everything improved until Annika returned.

My sister had always despised school. So when she suddenly declared she wanted to go to college—and even urged our parents to marry me off to a high-ranking officer's son to fund her studies—I knew at once: she had been reborn too. In our previous life, my sister believed studying was pointless. She barely graduated high school before marrying Anthony Brown, the officer's son who had come to propose with a pretty penny. However, when Anthony was later transferred to a remote outpost, she found the harsh conditions unbearable and refused to follow him. Meanwhile, I worked part-time jobs to put myself through college, landed a secure job after graduation, and became a full-fledged city resident. My sister, still living in the military compound, started using her father-in-law's name to take bribes. Her actions dragged him into a scandal and got him dismissed from his position. Eventually, my mother-in-law kicked her out. After the divorce, she was tricked into investing in stocks in Eastbridge City. The market crashed, and she lost all of our parents' retirement savings. Desperate and with nowhere to go, she turned to me. Cornering me with a knife, she demanded I hand over my savings and apartment so she could "start over." In the chaos, she stabbed me twelve times. I died from massive blood loss. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment she asked our parents to marry me off to Anthony. This time, I smiled, said yes—and dropped out of school that very day.

Jaxson is the young alpha of the Autumn pack when it falls to another pack, lost the same day is the beta of the pack, his best friend. Alaska was the beta female of the Autumn pack, born to the beta family and her mate moved from his birth pack to become the beta. When Alaska's mate dies she wants to go with him. Jax helps Alaska through and they only have each other in the world with no pack and no where to go they struggle from rock bottom up and try and take back what was originally theirs and punish the traitors in the process. Through all the heart break, the hard work and the forces trying to pull them back down can Alaska and Jaxson make it through, can love blossom out of the friendship and reliance they share?

On the very day I sold my company shares to raise money for my wife’s medical treatment, my phone flashed with a notification about a trending post. "My husband or my lover, which should I choose?" An anonymous reply shot to the top of the comments. "Why choose? I want both." What followed was a casual, shameless confession. A staged car accident right after the wedding, a fake overseas treatment plan, parents who helped maintain the lie, and millions siphoned off under the excuse of life-saving medical fees. The money was never for treatment. It funded luxury vacations, hotel suites, and a long-term affair. Someone asked if she was afraid her husband would find out. Her answer was chilling. "Why would I be afraid? He thinks he took my first time and swore to take responsibility for me forever. He doesn’t know it was just a repair surgery I did for his sake." The post ended with a vacation photo. A woman in a bikini, smiling under the sun. And on her waist, a tattoo with the letters 'NG.' The same tattoo worn by my wife.

In my previous life, during my birthday party, my wife Ruby’s so‑called best friend, Hayden, walked up to me with a glass of wine and a smirk. “Ruby had a little too much to drink last night,” he said. “I helped her shower. Hope you do not mind.” I lost my temper on the spot, and I demanded a divorce. I left with nothing because I wanted to get away from the two of them as quickly as possible. In the end, I died alone in a rented apartment. No one came to see me, not even once. After my death, Ruby’s company went public without any trouble. Her wedding with Hayden became the talk of the city. Everyone called them a perfect match. When they mentioned me, there was only ever one line: "That man just had bad luck. He was never meant for anything better." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my birthday party. Hayden walked up to me once more and repeated the exact same words. This time, I did not get angry. I smiled. I reached for Yara, my closest friend, who had come with me, and slipped my arm through hers in an intimate gesture. Under Ruby and Hayden's stunned gazes, Yara blinked innocently at Ruby, whose face had gone pale. "Ruby, don't be jealous. Jeff and I grew up together." She paused just long enough, then added with a faint smile, "After all, I was the one who taught him his first time."

It's been eight months since Leah disappeared from her small town in Hollow Cove. The town's people assume she's dead somewhere. Lindsey moves to Hollow Cove when her parents decide to open a restaurant there. The small town is sleepy and just what she needs when her life's been shaken by a truth her Mother kept to herself. Unfortunately, peace is anything but what Lindsey gets. The town's people think Lindsey has a strong resemblance to missing Leah. Even Leah's best friend believes Lindsey is Leah. Lindsey can't go anywhere without people thinking she's Leah soon she starts seeing Leah, the girl who has her face. Lindsey believes she's seen Leah or her ghost. The more Leah appears in mysterious places, the more Lindsey feels Leah might be alive

Set up again by her alleged family and sent out the house without any remorse, she was left for the dead. An unfortunate situation happened and made her meet her unexpected savior. She thought her life was about to end, she thought it was all over for her with no one to turn to and no shoulder to lean on. What she didn’t anticipate was that her life was just beginning, her life is about to change either for good or bad because of him. She was just alive but until she met him, she wasn’t living. Join me on this journey of betrayal, crimes, schemes, revenge, greed, love and family. Until you meet the one for you, you won’t know how it truly feels to be love and how to love back sincerely.