

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

Lexi goes undercover as a mafia king’s long-lost sister to save her kidnapped mother—and destroy him. But nothing goes according to plan. He trusts her. Falls for her.Wants her. And the deeper she goes, the more dangerous it becomes to walk away. Because when the lies fall apart—he’s not letting her go.

I had just been confirmed as a match and was preparing to donate a kidney to my husband's adoptive sister. That night, she left her iPad in the living room. The screen was still on, showing her chat with the doctor: [Doctor, please don't tell my sister-in-law. If she has a kidney removed, her hidden heart condition will flare up, and she won't live longer than three months.] The next day, I canceled the donation without a second thought. My husband flew into a rage. He called me cold-blooded and forced me to sign a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. The next day, I stood outside the hospital room and heard my sister-in-law laughing smugly. "She's so stupid. I faked one chat screenshot, and she actually believed she was sick. Now her penthouse is mine, and we can finally be together openly." My husband kissed her. "Good girl. Later, I'll find you a good kidney on the black market." Outside the door, I sneered. Of course, I knew the chat log was fake. I had come back from the future, after all. In two weeks, the zombie outbreak would begin. Those two so-called siblings who were actually lovers would not only steal my medicine, they would push me out to feed me to the zombies. This time, with only four days left before zombie hordes overran the city, I wanted to see how long a sick woman without a new kidney and a scumbag without supplies could last in that penthouse.

Alex was the son of Poseidon, the God of the Sea, and the recognized King of the entire coastal continent. To protect the woman he loved, he deliberately concealed his royal identity and disguised himself as an ordinary farmer, quietly spending five years of resources helping the down-and-out Amy family rise into the nobility. Amy, however, only had eyes for power and status. She despised the farmer-like Alex from the bottom of her heart. At a noble banquet, together with her mother Monica and her admirer Blake, she publicly humiliated and expelled Alex, tearing up their engagement with her own hands and trampling on the castle deed and the treasured Heart of the Ocean he had given her. On the way, Queen Helena of the Odin Empire was besieged by werewolves. Alex stepped in to save her and gifted her the Sea Hunter's Blade, a weapon capable of suppressing werewolves. Helena fell for him at first sight and offered to marry him with her entire empire as dowry, but Alex politely declined, still devoted to Amy. When a large pack of werewolves attacked the Odin castle, the Sea Blade unleashed its divine power and drove back the wolves. Upon learning that Alex had gone to Amy's banquet, Helena immediately set off for Moore Castle. At the banquet, Amy and her companions continued to belittle and expel Alex, even ordering silver-armored knights to strip him of his royal cloak and the Trident of Poseidon. The instant the knights moved to act, Alex stopped hiding, revealing his kingly regalia, his identity on the verge of being exposed. Helena arrived just in time and publicly declared Alex to be the future sovereign of the Odin Empire. All the nobles present—Amy, Monica, Blake—were plunged into extreme shock and utter collapse.

Driven to the edge, Rachel Yale makes a desperate gamble—using herself as bait to draw close to Louis Brown, Newfork's most untouchable power figure. He is ruthless, distant, a man said to have no heart. He sees her motives clearly—yet allows her closer. What begins as disdain and indulgent play turns into dangerous attraction. The god of power falls from his pedestal, becoming her shield, her storm, and her only refuge.