

Betrayed by her fiancé, Frostcrown heiress Alyria falls for his powerful father, Silverfang Alpha Rainer. Their forbidden romance risks everything—until a shocking truth is revealed: the man fate chose for her was never the son, but the father all along.

Theo Wilcox travels back in time to 1975 and lives with the girl his family adopted, Evelyn Wilcox. Guided by a Daily Information System, he exposes the schemes of the deceitful Jodie Beck and uncovers the corruption of several high-ranking officials. From there, he continues to take action based on the information he receives. Theo confronts his enemies and eventually finds love in an unfamiliar timeline.

Moments before her death, Scarlett Kendall discovers that her husband, Connor Langley, sabotaged her chance at college by stealing her admission letter and giving it to her sister. Reborn, she wastes no time—claiming what should have been hers. Meanwhile, Connor heads to the college with her sister, holding the fake admission letter in hand.

Vera Moretti, notorious for her temper, enters a contract marriage with widowed Alpha commander Dante Rossi, becoming his second Luna. Discovering that his two daughters have long suffered abuse from their relatives, she fiercely protects them, exposes the family’s schemes, and teaches the girls to fight back. She also uncovers that the relatives have squandered Dante’s military pay and the money saved for his daughters’ marriages. Dante returns, supports her, settles the accounts, and establishes a separate household. Vera then learns that Dante always knew she was kind beneath her fierce exterior. He married her to protect his daughters and break free from his relatives. She demands freedom and mutual independence; he admits his manipulation and agrees. After moving south, they grow closer. Dante apologizes and confesses his feelings, and their contract marriage becomes true love. They later have a son and a daughter. Both stepdaughters grow up to choose their own husbands, while their rooms are always kept for them: marriage will never mean losing their home.

Zoe Soot, a skilled doctor with a distinguished medical background, earns the emperor's praise as the top physician in the palace. However, consumed by jealousy, a vengeful consort orchestrates Zoe's brutal execution and orders the annihilation of the entire Soot family. As the sole survivor, Zoe’s sister, Yael Soot, refuses to flee. Instead, she adopts the identity of "Luna Yale" and enters the palace as the consort’s servant.

Emily, the daughter of the illustrious Porter family, had her world upended when she learned she wasn't her parents' biological daughter. When the true Porter family heiress returned to claim her birthright, Emily was kicked out of the family. After rejoining her biological family, she discovered she was the heiress of the nation's wealthiest dynasty. She had five exceptional brothers who showered her with affection, two adoring parents, and a wealthy CEO fiancé.

Lost for years, Murphy is finally reunited with the powerful Sinclair family, only to be framed by the adopted son Yves. In the end, he’s burned to death by his own sisters. By a twist of fate, Murphy is reborn five years earlier. This time, he cuts all ties with the family and chooses to be a farmer. He finds the Magic Spring, grows priceless produce, rises to the top, finds love, and watches the Sinclair family collapse from within.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.