

In Megan Yates's last life, she failed to give her love to the right person, causing disaster to her family and herself, even to her death at last! Luckily, she got a chance to start her life again. This time, she decided to protect her parents and cherish herself more. Yet somehow, she messed with a big shot. A sex-for-vengeance relationship should turn into true love at last...

Underworld queen Cecilia quits the game to be a housewife for her wife-crazed husband until his manipulative ex-girlfriend comes back with a rich backer to kick her out at a family banquet.She slaps the ungrateful sister-in-law, chokes the ex, leaks the mother-in-law's cheating pics, and then fakes helplessness the second her husband shows up to destroy the ex. After he beats the crap out of the ex, Cecilia leans down to sneer in her ear: "I can wipe out your whole family in 2 seconds.How dare you mess with me?"

After a disastrous fire, Emma cries for help as her daughter, Cindy, is trapped under the rubble. Her EMT husband, Tim, comes to help, but is lured away by the devious Ashley and her own daughter, Megan. Tim doesn't even know it as Cindy dies in Emma's arms. Grieving and furious, Emma swears she will get revenge on Tim and Ashley. Using her hidden wealth and with the help of her attorney friend Ryan, Emma exacts vengeance on those who hurt her daughter. But when will she find peace?

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.

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.