

After a tragic past life, wealthy heir Daniel Vibert is reborn. He once sacrificed everything for Madison Windsor, the housekeeper's daughter, only to lose his family, future, and happiness. This time, he stays clear-headed and exposes her true nature. He gathers evidence against those with bad intentions and makes them face the consequences. This time, he will protect his family and grasp the fulfilling life he should have had.

When media student Noah joins Northwood University’s hockey team as its new social media photography assistant, he has no idea his anonymous online boyfriend of three months, Rex, is on the roster.A championship pin and an obsidian wristband lead him to Cole, the team’s alternate captain. But Cole has a longtime girlfriend—and Noah becomes convinced he’s a closeted player’s dirty little secret.The real Rex? Arthur Vaughn. Team captain. A favorite to go first overall in the NHL draft. Heir to a fortune—and the most dangerously irresistible guy on campus.Arthur already knows who Noah is. And now, he’s determined to make Noah fall for him offline, too.When the truth comes out, can Noah reconcile the tender boyfriend behind the screen with the intimidating hockey star who saves his soft side just for him?

Jane, the mascot of the High School cheerleading team, is bullied by the school tyrant. Additionally, her house is destroyed by a tornado, forcing her to move in with her childhood nemesis, whom she hasn't seen in years, affectionately nicknamed "Tubby." Unexpectedly, Tubby turns out to be the new, tall, and handsome captain of the school's basketball team.

After being betrayed and killed by her fiancé Marcus and stepsister, Athena is reborn on the day she must choose her future husband. Instead of picking Marcus she shocks everyone by choosing his mafia uncle—the man she’s always called Uncle Alex. As her ex is slapped with the truth and their forbidden desire ignites, is this her sweetest revenge… or her most dangerous temptation?

In her past life, Dahlia Whitmore—the precious heiress of the Whitmore family—was tortured to death by the three foster brothers she grew up with and the scheming scholarship girl, Chloe. After her rebirth, she cuts every tie with them and boldly enters a political marriage with Adrian DeLuca, the mafia heir who proposed to her ninety-nine times before finally winning her hand. Adrian treasures her like a queen—while the three brothers, too late, realize just how much they’ve lost.

After her mother dies, the rich party girl, Maya, finds out that her inheritance will be split between her and Peter, a poor kid whose education her parents sponsored, but only if they spend one week living together. With millions of dollars at risk, they agree to play along and are surprised to find their mutual hatred turning into mutual attraction.

Lila needs money to save an orphanage,so she hastily marries William, thinking he’s just a poor guy. But after falling for him, she discovers he’s actually the city’s richest CEO......problem is, she hates liars more than anyone else.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”