
![[ENG DUB] Selling a Dynasty to Save the Future](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
After experiencing a gruesome death in the blizzard apocalypse that had transpired in her previous life,Wendy Levine has been reborn to the timeframe that's set 30 days before the start of the apocalypse.But this plot is different from the usual ""superpower"" or ""possessing a spatial ability"" trope. The Levines have gotten reborn together, with the exception of Jenny Levine, the traitorous younger sister. Not to mention, they don't have any physics-defying abilities that can help them out.Armed with just the knowledge of their past lives, the Levines sell all of their assets decisively in exchange for tens of millions of dollars in cash. Then, they use the patriarch, Alex Levine's knowledge in engineering to build a top-tier apocalyptic bunker that obeys the laws of physics.

After dying a brutal death at the hands of her mate Eliot, Faye Abell wakes up eighteen again—at the very moment she must choose a husband from Alpha Theron Moonfang's sons. In her past life, she picked charming Eliot and suffered torment, betrayal, and a cellar death alongside her unborn pup. This time, she chooses Ellis—the feared "feral" heir banished to the Black Forest, rumored to skin his enemies alive.

On what was meant to be the happiest day of her life, Anya Aldridge's wedding turns into a nightmare. Her father is imprisoned, her fiancé calls off the wedding, and in her despair, she is betrayed by her cousin and ends up spending a night with an escort. By a twist of fate, the man she accidentally ends up with is the powerful CEO, Grayson Haley. Five years later, Anya and her child, Rory, unexpectedly reunite with Grayson, who continues concealing his CEO status and pretending to be an escort. Despite his hidden identity, Grayson showers them with love and affection as they navigate their new life together.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

When the apocalypse hit, and 90% of humanity turned into zombies,I, Oliver Burton, accidentally activated the Romance System. To my surprise, it didn't just apply to humans, and I ended up bound to Emily, a beautiful zombie girl. By feeding her raw meat, I slowly gained affection points. Things got complicated when my treacherous neighbors, Jack and Katie, demanded food. I saw through their plans and refused. A conflict brewed as they plotted a raid, but I was already one step ahead.

When I was diagnosed with terminal Inner Wolf Decay, a System found me. It told me that if I could win the wholehearted romantic or familial love of just one out of four specific werewolves, I would get a healthy body and live. But for five years, I failed to win over a single one. Because they all fell for the same Omega—the fragile, hypocritical Chloe. Just because she framed me, claiming I ordered rogues to attack her, my targets glared at me with nothing but absolute disgust. My biological brother, Caleb, told me, "I don't have a sister as vicious as you." My pack healer, Julian, didn't believe I suffered from depression. He glared at me with revulsion and said, "Chloe is the one who got hurt. Stop playing the victim." My childhood friend, Victor, stared at me coldly. "You're so toxic. I really wish you'd just die." Later, just as they wished, my mission failed, and my inner wolf was actually going to die. But then, they were the ones crying and begging me not to go.

Eight-year-old Ava Miller has spent her entire childhood living in the shadow of her older sister, Sophie, who suffers from brittle bone disease. To keep Sophie from feeling hurt, Ava is not allowed to run or jump. She cannot have toys of her own, and over time, she learns to give all of their parents’ love and attention to her sister. On Ava’s eighth birthday, their mother suddenly realizes that Ava has grown taller than Sophie. In a moment of anger, she lashes out: “Why couldn’t you have been the sick one? Why couldn’t it have been you who died?” Those words completely shatter Ava. What no one knows is that just one week earlier, Ava had also been diagnosed with the same inherited brittle bone disease. Afraid of adding even more medical debt to the family, she keeps the diagnosis a secret. Instead, she takes her mother’s cruel words as one final thing she is supposed to do for the family. Ava takes an overdose of medication and dies. But her spirit remains inside the house. She watches helplessly as Sophie later dies in an accident, and as their mother places all the blame on Ava, never realizing that the daughter she is accusing is already dead. Several days later, Ava’s parents finally break open the door to her locked bedroom. Inside, they find her medical records, her awards, and the money she had carefully saved for Sophie. Only then do they understand the truth. Ava had never been jealous of her sister. She had simply wanted so desperately to be a good child—one who never caused trouble, never became a burden, and never made life harder for anyone

To save her daughter, Harper Reed marries Klaus Wolfe—New York's most feared mafia godfather—in her stepsister's place. On the wedding day, he sees right through her and calls her a gold digger. He gives her one choice: jump into a shark pool, or watch her whole family die. Then she jumps without hesitation. That shatters his frozen heart. But she finds out that—this marriage is way worse than death. Lydia deeply hates her. Uncle Richard wants the Don's chair. And "Black Fox" is dragging everyone to hell...

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

In my previous life, I am reunited with the Duran family. To protect the adopted girl, my brother, Adrian Duran, frames me for causing her illness to flare up. My parents believe him and throw me out of the house. Not long afterward, I die from illness on the streets. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I am brought back to the Duran residence. Adrian stands before our parents and points at me. "Mom, Dad, she's not my sister." The Durans look at me with disappointment before turning around and leaving. I stand there silently and do not take out the crystal pendant that can prove my identity. Instead, I quietly walk back to the orphanage. 20 years later, I become one of the country's leading cardiologists. The man sitting across from me hands over a medical file and speaks in a trembling voice. "Doctor, please... please save my sister." I pause when I see the name. My gaze settles on his worn and exhausted face. After staring at him for a long moment, I finally look up and say, "I won't be taking this patient."