

While the criminal was brutally killing me, my dad, the head of the criminal investigation division, and my mom, the chief forensic pathologist, were attending my sister Lily Lambert’s match. In a bid for revenge, the criminal, who had once been captured by my dad, cut out my tongue and used my phone to call him. My dad only said one thing before hanging up. "No matter what’s going on, Lily’s match is the top priority today!" The criminal sneered, "Seems I’ve kidnapped the wrong person. I thought they would love their biological daughter more!" At the crime scene, my parents were shocked by the brutal state of the body and condemned the cruelty of the killer. However, they did not realize that the horrifically mutilated corpse was their own daughter.

Arion Black was prophesied at birth as the "Anti-Magic Vessel"—the final piece to the Demon Lord's conquest. His parents died sealing the Demon Lord and entrusted him to Headmaster White, who abandoned eight-year-old Arion in the slums out of jealousy. Ten years later, the Queen summons all noble heirs back to the Academy. Arion returns, scorned by all—but nobody knows the seal on his power is crumbling. Anti-magic is awakening. And the Demon Lord's prison is cracking open.

While the criminal was brutally killing me, my dad, the head of the criminal investigation division, and my mom, the chief forensic pathologist, were attending my sister Lily Lambert’s match. In a bid for revenge, the criminal, who had once been captured by my dad, cut out my tongue and used my phone to call him. My dad only said one thing before hanging up. "No matter what’s going on, Lily’s match is the top priority today!" The criminal sneered, "Seems I’ve kidnapped the wrong person. I thought they would love their biological daughter more!" At the crime scene, my parents were shocked by the brutal state of the body and condemned the cruelty of the killer. However, they did not realize that the horrifically mutilated corpse was their own daughter.

Raymond Kane, who grew up on the kindness of Dalewood, returns home after achieving success.At the village chief's request, he brings two orphaned villagers, Evan Cross and Chloe Winslow, to the city for treatment of their rare illnesses. He cares for them as his own and spares no expense—but unaware of his sacrifices,they resent him and ultimately betray the one who gave them everything.

The day my parents brought home an AI daughter, I lost my place in the family. Maddison Matthews was flawless. Gentle, intelligent, and obedient, she was the perfect daughter. Overnight, I became the problem child. Dad stopped hiding his disappointment. Mom compared me to Maddison in everything I did. Even my brother, Bailey, treated me like an embarrassment. "What else do you know how to do besides throwing tantrums and fighting for attention?" The day I finally snapped and shoved Maddison, Mom slapped me so hard my ears rang. "If you were even half as mature as Maddie, I wouldn’t be so exhausted every single day! Go to the Intelligent Excellence Academy and learn properly how to be an obedient daughter!" Then she sent me away. I was forced into a three-year exchange program at the Intelligent Excellence Academy, a place designed to train human children alongside advanced AI models. Three years later, my family finally came to bring me home. They called my name again and again, but I never answered. The director smiled calmly beside them. "Mrs. Matthews," he said softly, "you’ll need to say ‘Power On’. Unit 1314 no longer responds to human names."

I brought my three-month-old pup, Nico, to my mate's pack for the Moon Gathering. The Blackwood pack lived deep in the northern pines, hidden from human eyes. Margaret Bailey was the Luna of the Blackwood pack, mated to the aging Alpha who rarely left his den. Her word was law in the longhouse. While my pup was sleeping, my niece, Raven Blackwood, and her friends carried him to the second floor of the longhouse and threw him out the window. My baby died right in front of me. I lost my mind. I shifted and tried to carry him to the pack healer, but it was already too late. He was gone before we ever made it there. Because my niece was still a minor under pack law, she barely faced any consequences. The Council ordered her family to pay eight hundred thousand dollars in blood money, but my sister-in-law, Seraphine Stone, howled and screamed, accusing me of trying to destroy their bloodline. I cried until I felt like my heart had been clawed out. All I wanted was justice. But my mate, Damien Blackwood, and the Luna, Margaret Bailey, only snarled at me. "Raven is just a pup too! Are you really going to destroy her future just because your son died?" I never got my revenge. In the end, grief and hatred hollowed me out. That winter, I died of a broken heart. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Moon Gathering. This time, I immediately called my birth pack and asked them to take my son away. But even then, my niece still threw a baby from the upstairs window.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

Jones Sean witnessed her beloved daughter fall from the building and die. The culprit was her ex-husband. To avenge her daughter, she changed her identity and transformed into a female entrepreneur worth over a hundred million. In this way, she manipulated those driven by greed.

Olivia Bennett took the fall for her husband Ethan Parker’s “murder charge.” After being sent to Cancún, her passport was stolen, and she lost contact with her husband and their one-month-old son for five years. After enduring immense hardship, she returned to San Francisco, only to find that her son Leo was already calling Ethan’s former fiancée Claire “Mom.” Ethan was not only living with Claire, but also forcing the physically weak Olivia to give blood transfusions to save her. It was only when she heard Ethan admit it with his own mouth before losing consciousness that she realized the so-called murder case, her exile, and the stolen passport were all a scam. Olivia’s heart died completely. She secretly began processing Mexican immigration paperwork, but was then betrayed by her best friend, besieged by public opinion, hurt by Leo, and hunted by Claire. After the consulate rescued the gravely injured Olivia, she formally ended the marriage and returned to the Palm Bay Hotel she had founded in Cancún. Ethan eventually uncovered the suffering she had endured over those five years, and when he saw Claire harm Leo with his own eyes, he finally began to feel remorse. He chased her to Cancún and begged to reconcile, but Olivia would not look back. The elder Mr. Parker forcibly took Ethan away and arranged a marriage alliance for him. Ethan ran away on the wedding day, plunging the Parker Group into public relations, partnership, and compensation crises, and the elder Mr. Parker died of a sudden cerebral infarction as a result. After losing his father, his career, and his healthy son, Ethan completely collapsed, and in the end he and Leo fell into the river below a cliff. When Olivia heard the news, she simply turned off the television and went on to embrace the life that truly belonged to her.

My father's adopted daughter was only locked in the cramped storage closet for around fifteen minutes, yet he punished me by tying me up and throwing me inside. He even sealed off the ventilation with towels. "As Wendy's older sister, if you can't take care of her, then you should also experience how scared she was," he declared coldly. He knew I was claustrophobic, but my desperate pleas for mercy, my terror, were met with nothing but heartless reprimands. "Let this be a lesson on how to be a good sister." As the last sliver of light disappeared, swallowed by the oppressive darkness, I struggled helplessly. A week passed before my father finally remembered my existence and decided it was time to end my punishment. "Let's hope this week served as a good lesson for you, Jennifer. If this happens again, you will no longer be allowed in this house." He would never know that I had already taken my last breath in that suffocating room. My body had begun to rot in the darkness.