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At eighteen, Clara Quinn used up all her savings to buy herself a burial plot, ready to leave the world behind. Taken in by the Quinn family as a child, she spent years giving blood to her frail adoptive sister, Tessa—only to be met with cold shoulders from her adoptive parents and betrayal from her fiancé, Elias Payne, whose tenderness was just a cover for using her as a walking blood supply.Crushed by the truth, Clara faked her death and disappeared. She eventually found her real parents and true love in Lucian Vale,beginning a brand-new life filled with hope. But the Quinns and Elias, drowning in guilt and regret, refused to let go.In the end, with the love and protection of her real family,Clara finally stepped out of the darkness. She married Lucian and found lasting happiness, while those who once used and hurt her could only watch from a distance,haunted by what they had lost.

Logan was an orphan with nothing to his name until he was pulled out of the gutter by Hunter, a cold, ruthless business kingpin. Out of loyalty and survival, Logan swore himself to Hunter and became his sharpest weapon. From an elite academy straight into the cutthroat world of corporate warfare, he was forged under Hunter's brutal training, turning sharp and fast. But everything falls apart when Logan gets dragged into the long-buried Linnet family case. A perfectly planned betrayal blows everything up, tearing the two apart. Logan takes the fall for Hunter and ends up doing three years behind bars. When he gets out, he is not the same man anymore. On the surface, he walks straight into the enemy's camp. But behind the scenes, he is back with Hunter, and together they are cooking up a revenge scheme.In the end, the man and the blade stand shoulder to shoulder. What started as use and control turns into trust and protection, and together they claw their way to the very top of the capital's power game.

Na-yul had been having a miserable time lately. The workload was already overwhelming when shared among three people, and on top of that, she constantly had to clean up the messes caused by her junior colleague. “…Kwon Si-jin….” That bastard. Kwon Si-jin was a completely hopeless human being. Hopeless in character, hopeless in the words he spoke—a man who knew better than anyone how to trample on another person’s dignity and self-worth with his words alone. And once again today, because of that utterly hopeless man… Grinding her teeth, Na-yul stared at her frozen computer screen for ten straight minutes. It was already 11 p.m. Friday night. 11 p.m. Drawn by the distant glow of light, guided purely by rage and instinct, she marched straight into CEO Kwon Si-jin’s office and flung the door open. “Sir, I really don’t think this is acceptable. I—” “……” “Sir? Are you okay?” Their eyes met in midair. Hot breaths tangled with cold ones. Time seemed to stop completely— Leaving Na-yul face to face with her boss, who was behaving suspiciously late at night during overtime.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.