

In my past life, I trusted my brother and fiancé—until their betrayal destroyed me. My brother’s girlfriend, wasn’t just my soon-to-be sister-in-law, she was also my fiancé’s secret lover. They stole my company and my life. Reborn with every memory intact, I won’t be their victim again. I’ll take back the crown that’s rightfully mine.

After believing campus idol Lucian Harrington stole his girlfriend, nerdy Micah Cooper publicly kisses him during a championship game as revenge. Instead of humiliation, the kiss awakens a secret Lucian has kept hidden for years—he's been hopelessly in love with Micah all this time.

Sierra Lowe, a genius from the future research institute, dies unexpectedly and wakes up 100 years in the past as the fiancée of Commander Ethan Nacht. Her plan is simple: lay low, earn money, and avoid trouble. And when the ninth wife finally rises to power, she’ll happily step aside. But on their wedding day, Commander Ethan hears her inner thoughts loud and clear: “So this is Ethan Nacht, the guy who secretly slept with the ninth wife?”Ethan was baffled: "Father only had eight wives. Where did the ninth come from?"

Delivery guy Liam is secretly heir to a mafia empire. After saving mafia girlboss Quinn Soprano, he becomes her latest obsession. But a scheming fiancée, a stolen wedding, and a twisted amnesia plot plunge them into an underworld war. They never planned to fall in love. Now they’ll take on the entire underworld to stay together.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.