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Who owns my heart? Jason or Ryder? Rich boy or bad boyEmily Collins is a years old girl who came back to her native country Florida for her studies in Edgewood High. She didn't know that this is her life-changing decision. She met a bad boy next door. Girls fall head over heels for Ryder. He's so good in skipping classes and getting himself into trouble without giving damn care about it. On the other side, there's another boy in Edgewood high who's equal to Ryder's range. Jason's son of a famous actress Emma Byrne. He's rich and a smoking hot model in his years. He always gets whatever he wants.Emily's life turned upside down when both boys entered her life at the same time. This was how it supposed to happen. She's no longer an ordinary girl with a normal life anymore.

On the night Uriah Parker married another woman, Irina Charlton trashed the home they had shared for eight years.

Adrianna Valiente is a third-year Journalism student that suddenly got involved in a murder case. The worst is when she found out that the victim is her one and only best friend. Her eagerness to seek justice leads her to work with authority. There she met Daven, a student detective. The two of them work together to investigate the mysterious murder case that eventually had a connection to serial killings in their city. As Adrianna and Daven look beneath the case, the more they unravel a lot of mysteries that always make them ask--who is the killer?

My younger sister Ruth and I got a do-over, reborn to the day we were about to be adopted. Ruth clung to Jeremy, the butcher who'd taken me in during my last life, and begged, "Please, Mr. Butcher, let me be your daughter!" She thought she had it all figured out—Jeremy Butcher was set to rise to power, while the rich couple adopting her would crash and burn. It was clear—she was gunning for the life I built in my last run. I just smiled. She had no clue. Jeremy's success? Yeah, that was all me. Without my help, he'd stay a small-town butcher forever. From day one, Ruth was chasing a dream that was already doomed.

Seraphine Arkwright trusted too deeply and paid for it with her life. betrayed by the one she loved and destroyed by a cold calculated conspiracy , her death was meant to erase her existence and silence her truth. Instead she awakens years in the past reborn with every lie, manipulation and heartbreak carved into her memory. This time seraphine refuses to be the devoted wife, loyal friend, fragile woman they once exploited. She becomes strategic, dangerous and determined to rewrite her destiny. She begins weaving an intricate web of revenge dismantling reputations, exposing secrets amd turning her enemies scheme against them. But her carefully crafted plans begin to unravel as she grows closer to Lucien vale her husband's estranged morally gray brother, a man as guarded as he is irresistibly magnetic. Their slow burning desire threatens to fracture her emotional armor. As vengeance tightens its grip and forbidden passion ignites, seraphine mist decide who she will become. The ruthless architect of retribution or a woman brave enough to claim love, healing and a future beyond her pain.

Just before my wedding, I did the unthinkable—I switched places with Raine Miller, my fiancé's childhood sweetheart. It had been an accident, but I uncovered the painful truth—Bruno Russell, the man I loved, had already built a happy home with Raine. I never knew before, but now I do. For five long years in our relationship, Bruno had never so much as touched me. I once thought it was because he was worried about my weak heart, but I couldn't be more mistaken. He simply wanted to keep himself pure for Raine, to belong only to her. Our marriage wasn't for love. Bruno wanted me so he could control my father's company. Fine! If he craved my wealth so much, I would give it all to him. I sold every last one of my shares, and then vanished without a word. Leaving him, forever.

I was getting married—but I didn't tell my parents. It was my fifth wedding. The last four? Total disasters, thanks to them. Every time, they claimed something was "wrong" with the wedding car and somehow scared the guy off. First was my college boyfriend. We were solid—four years strong. My parents pushed for marriage... then ditched the idea on the big day because his car wasn't "fancy" enough. Second groom? My boss. He pulled up in a shiny new car they actually approved—until they didn't. Yanked me right out. Third time, they set me up with someone themselves. The guy brought ten cars to play it safe. Didn't matter. They shut it down before I even stepped outside. Fourth time? Same story. I kept wondering—what was so cursed about these cars? Why push me to get married, only to destroy it every single time? This year, I was trying again. Wedding number five. This time, I was pregnant—with the son of the country's richest man. I didn't tell my parents. Thought I'd finally outsmarted them. But just as I was about to get in the car... I saw them sprinting toward me.

They bullied her… till she died. Adeline had life rough as a kid. The people who were supposed to be family treated her like trash, like she didn’t exist . Now they managed to get rid of her, or so they think … She is in a form they will never recognize planning her just revenge. The only problem being that the mate of the woman she is pretending to be is starting to suspect her. And he is not a nice guy .

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"

'What's that from?' Daniel says, lifting my sleeve a little more to reveal the obvious bruise. Shit I forgot about that one, 'I bumped into my counter last night. You know me, I'm clumsy'. Daniel looks at me knowingly. I have to get to class, but I'll meet you at lunch. My treat.' I say, run off to class. That was a close one. She was compelled to work from a young age in order to support her parents' vices and her own education. She was the neglected child of alcoholic parents. Daily bruising was a reality. She went through a lot of suffering before she found the man who would save her.