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Aria Whitmore spent six years loving Ethan Blackwood, the man she married when he had nothing. She helped build his billion dollar empire, stood by him through storms, and sacrificed her dreams for his dreams. Her reward? Betrayal. When Ethan brought his mistress home and crushed her last hope, Aria demanded a divorce. But Ethan's cold words haunted her: "You can leave, but only when I stop loving you." A tragic accident ended Aria's life or so she thought. Now, reborn three years before their marriage, Aria’s mission is simple: never love Ethan again. This time, she will write her own destiny, rise higher than before, and never let anyone control her heart. But Ethan finds himself dangerously drawn to this new Aria, the one who no longer looks at him with love but with cold indifference. He’s determined to make her fall for him again. But Aria has one rule: Love me, or lose me forever.

What if the Omega everyone dismissed was the most powerful Lycan of them all? Rejected, betrayed, and broken. Anna Summers was once an Omega. Now, she’s rising as a powerful Luna with secrets that could reshape the Lycan world. What happens when the girl they scorned becomes the storm they can’t outrun?

(ONGOING) 2022 Working in the underground archive of Hills Inc. a company that took over her father's, Caroline Ann Wright, a beautiful black woman experiences much more than she ever thought she would in her lifetime. ***** Caroline Ann Wright lost her parents in a plane crash when she was just seven years old. Her Aunt took her in because of the fortune her parents had left behind. At eighteen, she was abandoned to live on the streets. Twenty four years old, she works at Hills Inc. a building where her father once ran his company, now taken over by a new one. It didn't matter to her, not as long as she gets paid. Later on, she realizes her job in the underground archive is much more than bookkeeping. Instead, she is to ensure the secret door containing the company's secrets is not breached by outsiders. Fate aligns her meeting with the cocky playboy CEO, Dawn Hills who had lost his mother to cancer, and has quite a strained relationship with his father. At first, he lied about his true position in the company just to know her. In his words, Caroline seems rigid and makes his curiosity swell. Their story breaks into a full blown romance. However, like the saying goes...it is not always sunshine and rainbows.

A year into our marriage, Timothy Grant suddenly turns abstinent. He builds a private chapel in the villa and always carries a rosary with him. No matter how I tease or tempt him, he stays cold and distant. My seduction attempts don't move him. One night, I stand outside the bathroom door and watch as he releases himself to a photo of another woman. So, Timothy isn't heartless. His heart just doesn't beat for me. I trick him into signing the divorce papers and vanish from his world completely. And yet, I later hear that he is going mad searching for me! The next time we meet is at his uncle's wedding. I wear a white wedding gown, and he looks at me with tear-filled eyes. He just can't bring himself to think of me as his aunt!

‘นาบี’ เด็กสาววัยสิบแปด...ยอมรับภารกิจที่ไม่ควรเป็นของเธอ...เพื่อแลกกับเงินห้าแสนบาท ซึ่งมันคือความหวังเดียวในการรักษาพี่สาวที่กำลังป่วยหนัก... เธอถูกขอร้องจากแม่ของเขาให้เข้าไป ‘แยก’ เขา ออกจากหญิงสาวที่เขารัก โดยไม่มีใครรู้ว่า…ทั้งสองคือพี่น้องร่วมสายเลือดเดียวกัน... ภารกิจสำเร็จ...แต่สิ่งที่หลงเหลือ คือความโกรธแค้นทั้งหมดของเขา ที่ถาโถมใส่เธอเพียงคนเดียว ความเสียใจผลักให้เขาจากไปเรียนต่อต่างประเทศ หายไปจากชีวิตเธอถึงห้าปี พร้อมบาดแผลในใจที่ไม่เคยจาง จนวันที่เขากลับมา...โชคชะตากลับเล่นตลกซ้ำอีกครั้ง เมื่อเขาโคจรไปเจอ ‘พี่สาว’ คนเดิม และความจริงที่ถูกปิดซ่อน กำลังจะทำร้ายเขาซ้ำสอง แม่ของเขาจึงหันมาหาเธออีกครั้ง...ขอร้องให้ช่วย…เป็นครั้งสุดท้าย ด้วยการดึงเธอเข้ามาใกล้ ในตำแหน่งเลขาส่วนตัว แต่ทว่าครั้งนี้...เด็กสาวไร้ทางเลือกในวันนั้น...ไม่หลงเหลืออยู่แล้ว...มีเพียงผู้หญิงคนหนึ่ง...ที่แข็งแกร่งพอจะยืนอยู่ตรงหน้าเขา พร้อมทวงคืนทุกความเจ็บปวดในครั้งก่อน... ที่เธอเคยถูกเขาเหยียบย่ำ และเอาคืนให้สาสม!

The day I was reborn, I came across that anonymous post again. “My sponsor is like a sister to me, but her husband gives me butterflies. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from feeling this way. Yesterday, we got down and dirty on the couch she bought.” Back in my past life, this very post broke me. In a fit of rage, I exposed their filthy secret to the world. The girl I once gave my heart and soul to help succumbed to cyberbullying and took her life by jumping off a building. After the funeral, my husband, Taylor Rogue, became a devoted and gentle man, only to lock me up in a mental institution the moment I put down my walls. “You should spend the rest of your life atoning for ruining Ivy!” With three years of pills and electric shock stripping away my sanity and dignity, I climbed to the roof and leaped. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the moment everything began.

The second Zoe reset her life and landed back at the Elite Match Gala, she swapped her token with her half-sister's. No hesitation. Because in her previous life, Connor had married Zoe, but she had died helpless and unloved. It was only on her deathbed that Zoe finally knowed the truth: Connor had loved her sister all along. Now, Connor grabbed the bouquet meant for Vicky, eyes lighting up."Vicky, you're it for me. My one and only." Then he turned to Zoe—and the warmth vanished. "Zoe, you've always been like a little sister to me. Don't even think about stepping into Vicky's place." That hit like a slap. Cold, sharp, humiliating. Everyone thought she was pathetic. But this time, Zoe wouldn’t beg for his love. She would bless them instead—marry the man her father had chosen for her, and never look back.

My boyfriend and I set out on a graduation trip, but in the remote wilderness, we were kidnapped. The abductors had cruel intentions toward me, and to protect my boyfriend, I played along, buying time for him to escape and get help. After our rescue, though, a video of my assault spread online, turning me into a target of vicious gossip. "She's the woman who got it on with two guys in the wild!" "Kidnapped but so into it? What a freak!" "How does she even show her face? Shameless!" When I confronted my boyfriend about the video, he dodged the question and broke up with me. "I'm about to start at a top company. I can't be with someone so tainted." Heartbroken, I was pushed off a rooftop to my death. But when I opened my eyes, I was back on the day of the kidnapping, given a second chance to rewrite my fate.

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your birthday. You can go there anytime." I politely decline, and he lets out a sigh. "After all these years, you are still as stubborn as you were back then. Don't hate me." I smile but say nothing. There needs to be love for there to be hate. But now, he is just a stranger to me.

Everyone knows Francesco Greco, heir to the largest mafia family in Solerio, is a notorious playboy. Yet when he swears to God that he'll love me for the rest of his life, I choose to believe him. He lives up to his words during the first year of our marriage. The Greco heir, whose presence alone terrorizes others, clings to me like a loyal puppy at home. But by the second year, he starts returning home with one lover after another. Rumors of his scandalous affairs spread, and I become the laughingstock of Solerio. On our eighth anniversary, his 99th lover taunts me in front of everyone at dinner. "Don't sleep in the master bedroom tonight," she says. "Mr. Greco and I are going to have some fun there. Also, change the sheets. I can't stand how dirty your things are." Everyone expects me to break down under such humiliation. Instead, I smile and turn on my heel. Then, I dial Madre Greco's number. "Madre, it's been eight years," I say, my voice steady. "It's time for me to leave."