

While delivering food, Sara Scott accidentally collided with Toby Luke, the son of the richest man in the city. Desperate to raise money for her boyfriend's research fees,Sara,feeling guilty, sold her electric bike, worth over a thousand dollars, to Toby for five thousand. This led Toby to mistakenly think she was a gold-digger. The two, who had no prior connection, became entangled due to Toby's father's will, which stipulated that he must marry the daughter of his first love to inherit the vast fortune, and that daughter turned out to be Sara. In order to secure the inheritance, Toby schemed to separate Sara from her scum boyfriend and tried to make her fall in love with him. However, in the process of his carefully laid plans, he found himself falling for Sara first.

We had been dating for ten years before my boyfriend, Shawn Jepson, agreed to marry me. When the wedding photographer asked us to pose a few kissing shots, Shawn claimed he had germophobia and walked out on me. I awkwardly apologized to the team. Taxis were a rare commodity during blizzards, so I trudged through the snow to get home. To my dismay, I stumbled upon Shawn tongue-deep into his crush’s throat in what was supposed to be our marital home. “Just say the word, Casey, and I’ll leave Jessica.” Later, word went around that Shawn searched the world for his ex-fiancee, begging her to return.

Just because I agreed to cover my adoptive sister's shift, I was beaten half to death by the patient's furious family.My brother David, a police officer, found me.And my childhood sweetheart Nick, a brilliant forensic pathologist, successfully saved my life. From childhood to adulthood, I had always been the one most doted on by my brother and Nick.But I never imagined that the ones who would truly send me to hell were them.My police officer brother David threw me into the bed of the most perverted rapists.He watched coldly as I was violated and tortured, without a flicker of emotion.When I had been abused beyond recognition, it was Nick who took me away.But he didn't save me. Instead, at the brink of death, he dismembered me.Natalie:" Why?"Nick:" You shouldn't have fought with Mia for our affection."My adoptive sister, Mia?But I was the one who was supposed to have all of this…I'm not willing to accept this!Now, I've returned to that fateful night when everything began. This time, I won't let them succeed. "None of you who plotted against me will get away. "

For five years, the entire vampire world knew that Caelan Vale only drank my blood. Not because I was special. Simply because he chose me, and everyone assumed that made me the Vampire Prince’s only blood source. His only exception. Until tonight. The man who never allowed anyone to touch him lowered his head and drank from another woman’s hand. Isolde Voss. Caelan’s real fiancée. “Claire, you didn’t actually think a human could become a Prince's consort, did you?” I stood there without moving. Humans could only ever remain human. I thought I was the exception. In the end, I never even qualified to be one. I placed the blood bond release papers in front of him and told him they were travel documents. Caelan didn’t even lower his eyes. The black fountain pen slid across the page as he signed his name with careless ease, just like everything he had done to me over the past five years. He had no idea that what he was personally letting go of was not just me. Beneath my cloak, I was already carrying his only half-blood heir. Later, everyone searched for the runaway human. But by then, I had already erased my scent. This time, even the high and mighty Vampire Prince would not find me so easily. Once, I was the one begging for his love. Now, it was his turn.

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow." But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from? So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house. The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly. The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like. I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence. They were about to learn the price of betraying a mafia princess.

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, my parents suddenly brought my mate home and told me the marking ceremony that day would be with someone else. “Your sister was poisoned by wolfsbane. There's no cure, and her dying wish is to become David’s mate.” “You’re her older sister. Can’t you be kind and help her out?” My mate also tried to persuade me. “Don’t worry, it’s just for show. After she dies, we’ll still be each other’s one and only.” Still, I refused. However, my parents forced me to drink a potion that blocked my mind link, tied me up, and threw me into the silver mine behind our villa. “We’ll untie you once the ceremony goes smoothly,” they said. But soon after they left, I was attacked by a vicious rogue wolf. After endless torment, I was killed. It was only when my body started rotting that they remembered I was still bound in the mine.

Harry Shields, as a big fan of The Paradise of Divine Retribution, gets pulled into the novel, only to find the plot is off track! From the very start, he's thrown into the deadly "Execution Square". To survive, he relies on his memory of having read the original novel 100 times, pushing himself to the limit. Along the way, he meets the mysterious and aloof Linda Miller. They begin an exhilarating and thrilling adventure...

My husband's childhood sweetheart was diagnosed with a terminal illness. To fulfill her last wishes and let her experience the warmth of family, my husband, Aaron Turner, gave her my necklace. He even let her claim my birthday. Even our son started calling her "Mom" in private. He told me, "Chrishell, Sylvia is dying. Just give in to her, will you?" Whenever I asked him to spare even a little time and affection for me, our son, Lucas, would rush to speak on their behalf. "Mom, didn't you always teach me to be generous? Sylvia is dying. Why do you always make things difficult for her?" Over time, I stopped asking for anything at all. Then one night, I overheard my son speaking to his father after returning from the hospital. "Sylvia is so gentle and graceful. I wish Mom could be more like her." Aaron chuckled and affectionately brushed his hand over our son's hair. "Your mom may be a little strict, but it's all for your own good. Since you like Sylvia so much, how about we let her be your godmother?" So even the child I risked my life to bring into this world didn't like me. I lowered my gaze, quietly closed the bedroom door, and pretended none of it had happened. Since they were both filled with such regret, I'd leave quietly and give them what they wanted.