

On her birthday, Elena Swift accidentally found out that her husband was not crippled, but actually from a wealthy family, and he was welcoming another girl back to the country. The explanation he gave Elana was that he wanted to test if she was a gold-digger. While Ethan was waiting for Elena to come back, she was already planning to divorce him. Meanwhile, Clarence Fowler, the richest man in the country, requested her to marry him, because she happened to be able to ease his pain from touch starvation.

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow." But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from? So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house. The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly. The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like. I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence. They were about to learn the price of betraying a mafia princess.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

The little girl, Molly Foster, carried a small basket full of herbs to brew medicine for her mother. But her grandfather scolded her for wandering around outside, asking her not to cause trouble for her father, who was in the army. At that moment, Molly's mother started coughing up blood. Molly asked her grandfather to get a doctor, but he rejected and scolded her again before leaving. As her mother was dying, Molly found the note her father left her 3 years ago and decided to take her mother to the army camp to find him for treatment. They arrived at the camp gate, and Molly believed that she would finally find him to cure her mother.

Kai Hunter transmigrates into a world overrun by supernatural horrors and awakens a system that lets him do the unthinkable: summon and command them. Female ghost Samara, serial killer Freddy, creatures that cannot be stopped by anyone else now answer to him. As he tears through dungeons and dismantles shadowy organizations, a deeper truth surfaces about where the horrors came from and what this world actually is. By the end, Kai isn't just surviving the darkness. He rules it.

My name is Yael Lynch. I woke up in a twisted apocalypse as an SSS-rank ghost. The world is full of monsters, but I'm not afraid. I have a system that keeps insisting I'm human. To survive, I make a decision that defies all logic and turn myself in on day one. Change my mindset, and even the apocalypse becomes a blue ocean. Who says ghosts are only killers? They might be the best builders of a new civilization.