

"As soon as I've registered my marriage with Sophie Walker, the heiress of the most distinguished family in the upper echelons, in the morning, she takes me to the courthouse, where we file for a divorce in the afternoon. I hear Sophie's friends laughing at me mockingly. ""Wow, did you seriously marry and divorce Adrian on the same day because of something William said?"" ""Look at how pale Adrian is! Don't tell me he's about to cry!"" Sophie rushes into my adopted younger brother, William Reed's arms at that moment. She whines to him coquettishly, ""Now that I've done as you said, this means you'll smile at me, right?"" Soon, a smile blooms on William's cold-looking face. I want to demand answers from Sophie, only to feel my sisters pinning me on the spot. Emily Parker, my oldest sister who's a CEO, frowns at me. ""Sophie is the only one who can make William smile. Can't you be nice for once?"" Scarlett Parker, my second sister who's a top actress, shoves me to the ground. ""William comes from a sad and pitiful background, whereas you come from an extremely comfortable one. There are plenty of fish in the sea, so you don't have to cling to Sophie."" Iris Parker, my third sister who's a biology professor, wears a stormy expression. ""Sophie is supposed to marry William, to begin with. Don't you dare pester them anymore."" Then, my sisters stuff me into a car by force. They refuse to let me be a hindrance to William—also known as their true love—and Sophie's happiness. That's when the System, who has gone missing for a long time, finally reconnects with me. ""Adrian, it seems that your conquest mission is completed! Do you want to return to your world right now?"" As I sit in the backseat while gazing out the window sadly, I almost can't resist chuckling out loud. Finally, the angsty drama that I've acted out for the sake of this mission is over. Now, I don't have to give a damn about these female leads' dramas anymore."

The witch told us my older sister would die at sixteen, and her prophecies had never been wrong. From that moment on, my sister became the most important one in the family. The best venison was saved for her. The rare white fox fur was given to her. Every night, our parents told her bedtime stories. I knew she was pitiful, but I still felt hurt and resentful. Then, on the day she turned sixteen, a sharp pain spread through my chest. Afraid I would cause trouble, my parents locked me in the basement. “Mom, please…” I cried, pounding on the door. “I can feel my wolf spirit getting weaker. Let me out…” However, Mom said without hesitation, “No! Today is an important day for your sister. “She only has one day left. Just bear with it…” When I finally closed my eyes and my soul drifted out of my body, I saw the living room filled with warm candlelight. My parents were holding my sister who was alive and well as they cried. Only then did I realize that the witch’s prophecy had never been wrong. The one meant to die was never my sister.

Housewife Lila endured betrayal, miscarriage, and attempted murder all in one night. After miraculously surviving, she transformed into Mira Harper, the daughter of a billionaire. With her five brothers backing her, she embarks on her path to revenge.

Anthony nearly died saving Margot from an avalanche, but Trevor stole the credit. Margot worships the fraud and treats Anthony like a disposable substitute. When the truth comes out, she realizes she loved the wrong man and lost the one who truly loved her.

When Lynn died, Minna's father met a tragic end at the hands of her half-sister, who shoved him off a high-rise building in front of her own eyes. The man Minna loved most, Ethan, was the one who personally ensured her imprisonment. Enduring three years of torment behind bars, Minna was left shattered by Ethan's parting words: "Take good care of her." Determined to reclaim all that was lost, Minna emerges from her incarceration, vowing to restore what was taken away.

"I loved Dante Rossi for twenty years. I gave up my medical career, my dreams, and my dignity for him. On the eve of our wedding, I discovered he had gotten another woman pregnant — his childhood companion, Isobel. So on what should have been the happiest day of my life, I canceled the wedding, burned every photo and letter, and disappeared without a trace, leaving only one sentence on our calendar: “Let’s break up, Dante.” Two years later, I returned as a successful medical researcher, engaged to a man who truly loves me. But Dante finally learned the truth — I was the one who took a bullet for him five years ago, not Isobel. Now the once-arrogant heir of the arms empire has lost everything. He kneels before me, regrets eating him alive, and begs for another chance. He even blocked a knife meant for me with his own body. But it’s too late."

While they slice me apart, I desperately call my brother, Nathan Slade. He finally picks up as my consciousness starts to slip and answers in an annoyed voice, "What now?" "Nathan, help—" I don't get to finish before he cuts me off. "Can't you ever go a day without drama? Gemma's graduation is at the end of the month. Miss it, and I swear I'll kill you!" Then, he hangs up without a second thought. The agonizing pain swallows me whole, and my eyes close for good, tears still trailing down my cheeks. Well, good news, Nathan… You won't have to kill me because I'm already dead.

Sophie, a hardworking but overlooked Common-Blood vampire, dies alone in the basement of her family’s mansion on the very day she is supposed to receive the Coven’s Distinguished Service Award. While her parents, brother Conner, blood-bond mate Ryan, and favored Pure-White-Blood sister Ella celebrate Ella’s college graduation upstairs, Sophie is attacked by three rogue vampires. She is drained, violated, and left with a fatal head wound. Her desperate phone calls for help are dismissed as “tantrums.” Her family continues to treat her absence as attention-seeking. They decide to “teach her a lesson,” give her closet space to Ella, and only grow concerned when a holy-silver gift (stolen by Ella) burns Ella’s hand.

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.