

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

"On My birthday. My adopted brother had planned the accident that trapped both of us. The flames are already licking me hungrily, and yet my fiancee, Lila Sinclair, points at the front passenger seat.He chose to save my uninjured brother first.At that moment, my heart completely turned to ashes. When I wake up, I'm completely disfigured. At most, I only have one month left to live. Later on, my family decides that Julian will marry Lila on my behalf for the sake of our families' interests. I didn't argue. I even give all of my shares, properties, and my unpublished artwork to Julian as his prewedding gifts. Just like that, Julian becomes a famous artist by publishing my artwork. But they didn't know— The things that I've voluntarily given away from the start are actually offerings meant for my vengeance. The day I die will be the day Julian's mask is torn apart."

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.
![[ENG DUB] Every Forgiveness Came With a Price](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Selma Sullivan follows her husband, Chester Sanders, home for the New Year, only to be targeted by his childhood sweetheart, Shirley Zamora. Knowing Selma is allergic to scallions, Shirley deliberately adds them to every dish, then burns Selma's multimillion-dollar contract and even drugs her, hiring a man to assault her. Yet Chester and his family always tell Selma to forgive her. After being driven to her death, Selma is reborn. This time, she replaces Shirley's scallions with the ginger Chester is allergic to and her contract with his $500,000 loan. She makes her husband's family pay for every "forgive and forget" they ever demanded.

Frank Lim, the head of the Lim family, kept his identity hidden from Surrey Swift. He planned on bringing her home the next day, but got into a car crash instead, ending up in a vegetative state. Luckily, Surrey stood by him for eight years. The Lim family's temporary head searched for him for eight years as well. Eventually, one day, Frank woke up.

veryone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”

Sophia Moretti had been married to Lorenzo for seven years. But after becoming pregnant, she discovered that her husband was cheating on her and keeping a young woman named Bianca, who deliberately imitated the way Sophia looked when she was younger. Faced with his betrayal, Sophia chose not to expose him. Instead, she faked her own death and quietly disappeared.When Lorenzo learned that his “wife” was dead, he completely broke down. Months later, he unexpectedly discovered that Sophia was still alive. He begged her to take him back, but she coldly refused. Even when he later ended up in a car accident, she never looked back.After giving birth to a daughter, Sophia completely cut ties with Lorenzo and began a new life of her own.
![[ENG DUB] She Raised Him Up, Then Burned Him Down](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Sophia, the sole heiress of Porthaven's powerful Jason family, spent five years honoring her promise. Five years ago, to save Justin, the man she loved, she struck a deal with Director Cloud.While he worked to develop the cure, she took responsibility for caring for his grandson, Warren, and Warren's young son, Joey, and supporting the declining Cloud Group.Under her protection, the father, the child, and the company all thrived. Yet Sophia's sacrifices were erased. She was treated as nothing more than a nanny. When Warren's ex-wife Quinn returned, they hurt Sophia time and again. When the five-year promise ends, Sophia walks away without hesitation, taking back everything she gave. As Warren loses it all, the truth finally comes to light.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.