

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.

"Eileen, the eldest daughter of the Bennett family, lost her mother at a young age. Growing up overshadowed by her father and his illegitimate daughter Lily, the only person she ever cared for deeply was Alex, her personal bodyguard whom she had hand‑picked. Her father arranged her marriage to Noah, the comatose heir of the Gray family, in exchange for a billion‑dollar deal. Before leaving home, Eileen intended to hand Alex over to Lily, only to stumble upon his desire for Lily as well as his hidden true identity. Private auction events, cliff‑side flower‑gathering, a name tattooed over his heart, vicious dog attacks and ninety‑nine lashes forced Eileen to confront one bitter truth after another: Alex had always put Lily above her. She finally severed their three‑year bond and left for Miami alone to honour her arranged marriage. After Eileen’s departure, Alex uncovered Lily’s long‑running act as a victim. It was Lily who had caused Eileen’s mother’s death, robbed Eileen of her chance at an education, and falsely claimed to be the white‑dressed girl Alex had fallen for at first sight. Realising he had loved the wrong woman and destroyed the one who had truly loved him, Alex meted out punishment to Lily and Mr. Bennett. He then crashed Eileen and Noah’s wedding in an attempt to take her away. Yet Noah had long since woken from his coma. Through years of unsent letters, he revealed he had loved Eileen ever since he was sixteen. Alex sought to atone for his past wrongs: he reopened his old lash wounds, cut out the tattoo, fought savage dogs and staked his life on a desperate gamble, yet none of it could win back Eileen’s trust. In the end, he was shot and slipped into an eternal slumber. Eileen held a new wedding ceremony with Noah, closing the chapter on this story of mistaken affection and ruinous hurt."

Born into wealth, Winona Gray risks her life to save Matthew Finch and ends up paralyzed. To test his love,her father tells her to keep pretending she can't walk. On the eve of their wedding, she plans to rise from her wheelchair and reveal her true identity as the daughter of the powerful Gray family. But before she can, she discovers Matthew's affair with her sworn sister, Rhea Blair—shattering her heart and everything she once believed in.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?

Abigail lies dead in the hospital, while her fiancé Kyle and stepsister Chloe gloat over their murder of her. Overhearing their evil plan, Abigail later comes back to life and immediately marries a broke model named Henry as revenge. Abigail thinks her marriage is all just a play, but when she faces betrayal and difficulties, Henry secretly helps her. However, just as things are getting real between them, she finds out a shocking secret about Henry’s identity...

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”