

The fake heir humiliated the true heir with a $666 bonus. His family took the fake's side. So he rebelled and bankrupted the entire Lozano Group.

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

"In her past life, Susan gave birth alone in a hospital to the mafia boss Lucas’s twins—a boy and a girl. But before she could even hold them, the woman in the next bed, Wanda, stole them away. Susan spent two years desperately searching for her children, only to die alone on a foreign street, worn down by grief and exhaustion. It was only after her death that she learned the truth: Wanda had taken the twins, passed herself off as their mother, and lived a life of wealth and privilege that should have been hers for forty years. Then Susan opened her eyes again—and found herself back on the very day she gave birth. This time, when she comes face-to-face with the woman who once stole everything from her, Susan refuses to lose her children again. She’ll take back her twins, expose Wanda’s lies, and make sure the family that fate tore apart—their family of four—finally finds its way back to each other."

To test his loyalty, my stepsister, Wendy Lidell, drugged my childhood friend. Then, she shoved me into his room. Unable to watch Connor Gordon suffer, I willingly helped him through the night. In a fit of pique, Wendy ran off and married a cruel mafia don. I got pregnant, and Connor was forced to marry me. At that point, he started to despise me. During the ten long years of marriage, he treated me and our son coldly. But during a flood overseas, he sacrificed his life to get me and our son back on solid land. I failed to keep my grip on him. As he sank into the depths, he looked at me and said, “If we could redo everything, make sure you don’t help me that night.” Those words stung me greatly, and I fainted right away. When I next opened my eyes, I found that I had gone back in time. I had traveled back to the night when Wendy had drugged Connor and locked me in his room.

I always thought I had the perfect marriage until the day I saw my husband with another woman. Picking myself up, I am going to make him pay for the hurt he inflicted on me.

Theo and Rose were a couple deeply in love with each other, but their relationship faced great opposition from Rose's family. As if that was not enough, Theo had to watch his own mother who had died of strange circumstances have her body torn apart by stray dogs, all because he was a child born out of wedlock! It was only after tackling the dogs that he was able to salvage a mere few bits of her corpse. In a rage, he would leave to fight a war in the northern borders. Channel
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The fake heir humiliated the true heir with a $666 bonus. His family took the fake's side. So he rebelled and bankrupted the entire Lozano Group.

Eleanor has guarded her twin secret for years, avoiding college sweetheart Theodore. Fate reunites them as she desperately seeks funds for her daughter's medical care and Theodore reigns as LA's wealthiest entrepreneur. Faced with their intertwined past, will Eleanor finally share her truth?

"In my past life, I tried to help my pregnant coworker… and became the person blamed for her baby’s death. I rushed her to the hospital in my million-dollar Rolls-Royce, thinking I was saving her. But when her baby died, she and her husband turned against me and blamed everything on me. I was hated online, lost my job, watched my family fall apart, and eventually died in a car accident. If I ever got a second chance, I would never be that person again. After returning to the day before the tragedy, I sell my Rolls-Royce before they can use me as their scapegoat. When everyone calls me heartless, I reveal the evidence they never expected. This time, I’ll expose their lies and make everyone who ruined my life pay the price."

Before we submitted our college applications, the popular girl in our class, the billionaire’s daughter, suddenly said she could get all of us into Harvard or Yale. “My parents donated several buildings to those schools. Getting you all admitted is nothing.” Most of my classmates’ college entrance exam scores were still a long way from those schools, but they believed her. They gave up submitting their own applications and counted on her to pull strings so they could get into college. In my last life, I realized her promise was unreliable. I immediately urged them not to give up on their applications, to keep a backup plan, and I called their parents one by one. But that infuriated the popular girl. She mocked me for being poor and said I did not understand how the upper class worked. She claimed I had ruined everyone’s future. My boyfriend also snapped at me for being jealous. “You’re just jealous that Lissy’s family is rich. You can’t stand the thought of all of us going to Harvard or Yale. So what if you have good grades? You could work your whole life and still never catch up to what her family built over three generations.” For the sake of our three years as classmates, I did not argue with them. But before the deadline, when I found out they still had not submitted their applications, I called the police and exposed the popular girl’s fake identity. The popular girl was condemned by everyone. In despair, she jumped into a river and killed herself. My classmates all said she deserved it and thanked me for saving their futures. But at our class farewell dinner, my boyfriend poisoned my drink, and the entire class watched coldly as I writhed in pain. “At worst, we would have lost our chance at college. Lissy lost her life!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the popular girl claimed she could pull strings for us.