

A hundred years from now, Kiera Lynn, the strongest spirit master alive, is betrayed and struck down by the four contract-bonded partners she trusted most, the people she thought would stand with her to the end. She opens her eyes again at fifteen, three hundred years in the past, her spirit core still dormant and her pockets empty, with nothing but the memory of exactly how and when each of them will turn on her. This time she means to strike first, hunting down her future enemies before they ever grow strong enough to betray her. But revenge doesn't stay simple for long. The knight she remembers as cold and rigid is, at this age, reckless, hot-blooded, and painfully sincere, practically a walking ray of sunshine. The Declan Cole she remembers as brutal is a starving, battered boy throwing himself between danger and the cub he's desperate to protect. The prophet she remembers as sharp-tongued and untouchable is instead chained half-starved at the top of a tower, forgotten by everyone. And the Wolfsbane Clan's young lord, who seems bright and easygoing on the surface, is quietly carrying a blood debt no one has ever avenged, bullied by the very people who should protect him. One by one, the enemies Kiera came back to kill turn out to be nothing like the monsters she remembers, and her carefully plotted path of vengeance starts pulling her somewhere she never expected to go.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

Housewife Renee suffers from a long-term sexless marriage because her husband Ethan favors her older sister Kira. This repression triggers a compulsive sexual disorder, and she seeks medical help in shame, where she meets Damian—a elite professional with a double identity. In the consultation room, he sees through her pain and childhood family trauma. Using treatment as a pretext, he gets close to her, then unexpectedly joins her company as her new boss and promotes her to be his personal assistant. In public, he is restrained; in private, the tension between them is electric. Renee is repeatedly humiliated by her husband and framed—drugged and kidnapped by her sister—but Damian fiercely protects her at every turn, dismantling their enemies' power. Renee decisively divorces, and after a crisis involving a doppelgänger impersonating her, the two finally confess their true feelings and hold a wedding. In the end, Renee becomes pregnant. They heal each other's traumas, and she gains both a flourishing career and a fulfilling family.

As chaos broke out near the river, my mother secretly left me on a piece of driftwood floating down the water.My crying caught the attention of the winning side.They walked over with their guns raised, and one of them pressed a pistol right against my forehead.“Why don't we adopt her?”Since then, I had 109 Brothers in my family.At home, I'm the princess.But in school, things were not so good.Valeria Rossi, a rich older girl from a higher grade,had me cornered in the washroom with her lackeys flanking her.She beat my legs with a hot curling iron that was still plugged in, burning my skin into blackened, torn flesh. The pain was so intense that I broke free from Valeria's thugs and dragged her down the stairs with me.When I wake up, Marcella Greco, dean of Students, berates me angrily.“All Valeria did is beat you up, When someone talks trash and puts their hands on you, you ought to be asking what you did wrong.How dare you plot revenge against her instead!”“Summon your guardian here right away,or forget about leaving!”My guardians—109 Brothers—none of them are ordinary people, and I've been leading a normal life for more than a dozen years in order not to cause them any trouble.But if trouble shows up at my door, then I can't help it.“Are you sure you want to meet my guardians, Ms. Greco?”

Morrison, a former top CIA operative, lives under an assumed name after suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, leading a quiet farming life in a small town with his daughter Vivian. The local criminal syndicate, the Rosetti family, covets his farmland. To force Morrison into submission, Theodore, the family's young heir, kidnaps the 17-year-old Vivian and tortures her to death brutally. Having lost his sole emotional anchor, Morrison casts aside his medication restraints entirely, unearths the stockpile of weapons he has hidden away for a decade, and storms the Rosetti manor alone to exact revenge. Senior figures within the city's police force, municipal government and the CIA are all well aware of Morrison's terrifying combat prowess from his past. They order an emergency city-wide evacuation and stand aside to let him wipe out the entire criminal family, kicking off a brutal vendetta of blood for blood. Revolving around paternal love, trauma, corrupt power networks and unbridled vengeance, the story interweaves the lingering shadows of past killings with the mutual despair and devastation of the present, unfolding an unstoppable bloody reckoning.

Tracy Brown moves through the world as the daughter of Ben Brown, one of Ariston continent's most feared crime lords. The truth is darker. She is his captive, kept close and controlled, her life never fully her own. When she watches her mother die at his hands, something in her hardens into purpose. She wants revenge, and she intends to use her assigned bodyguard to get it. What Tracy doesn't know is that her bodyguard isn't who he says he is. Henry Jones is undercover, working to build an airtight case against Ben from the inside. Two people with hidden agendas, orbiting the same dangerous man, each using the other to get what they came for. Somewhere in the middle of the deception,the lines begin to blur. When Henry finally reveals the truth, it doesn't end them. It frees them. Together they dismantle Ben's empire, settle debts older than their partnership, and pull each other out of the darkness they both came in carrying.