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In my previous life, my husband Kael Drayne, heir to the Beast King's throne and full-blooded dragon, cut open my belly with his own hands on the day I gave birth. He pulled our child out and dashed it against the floor in front of me. That was the moment I finally understood. The one he truly loved was my stepsister, Ivy Wren. Because she couldn't bear to watch the man she loved marry someone else, Ivy had staged a dramatic exit on our wedding day, slipping out alone, only to run into a gang of rogue beastkin. She vanished without a trace. Kael blamed every last bit of it on me. He hated me for it with everything he had. "Just because you're the only pure-blooded white wolf, you think you had the right to come between me and Ivy? She's gone because of you. I'm going to throw you to the horde — let you feel exactly what she went through." But he was the one who'd pursued me. He was the one who'd confessed his feelings. It was because I chose him that he was able to claim the throne at all. None of it mattered to him. There was nothing left in his eyes but hatred. Kael hurled me into a frenzied beast horde, and I was torn apart. In those final moments, I saw three figures, Kael's three unremarkable bastard brothers, charging toward me through the chaos, trying to drag me out. But the numbers were too great, the gap in power too wide. In the end, they died there alongside me. I thought my story ended there, full of regret. Then I woke up. I'd been reborn to just before Kael and I were to marry. This time, I wasn't going to choose him. And that, apparently, drove him out of his mind.

On her perfect wedding day, Sarah Anderson wears a sixty-thousand-dollar gown and smiles for three hundred guests. But hidden inside the massive hoop skirt is a man—Jorden, her husband's best friend, a dwarf with a predatory obsession. While the priest reads vows, his hands crawl up her legs, and no one can see. Sarah must stay silent, or ruin her own wedding. But the nightmare doesn't end at the altar. Jorden threatens her, blackmails her, and returns again and again. Worse, Sarah discovers that her own husband, Chad, orchestrated it all—sharing her like a trophy with his friend. Her maid of honor and best friend, Jennifer, isn't a victim either; she's been turned into Jorden's accomplice, helping him trap Sarah at every turn. Broken but not defeated, Sarah stops running. She hides a camera in her hairpin, records every assault, and builds a case that will expose not just one predator, but a conspiracy of betrayal. In a shocking courtroom finale, she names every perpetrator—including the man who vowed to love her. Beneath the Wedding Dress is a harrowing psychological thriller about one woman's journey from silent victim to fierce survivor—and the terrifying truth that the people closest to us can be the most dangerous of all.

Gentle housewife Sarah meets her husband's new colleague Diego at a family dinner, only to be drugged and assaulted by him, filmed, and blackmailed. Forced to assist in stealing commercial secrets, she endures prolonged mental manipulation and abuse. Gradually awakening from silent fear, Sarah secretly cooperates with the police, lays a trap, and engages in a life-and-death struggle to bring down the entire criminal network. In the end, she walks out of the trauma and rediscovers herself.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

Morrison, a former top CIA operative, lives under an assumed name after suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, leading a quiet farming life in a small town with his daughter Vivian. The local criminal syndicate, the Rosetti family, covets his farmland. To force Morrison into submission, Theodore, the family's young heir, kidnaps the 17-year-old Vivian and tortures her to death brutally. Having lost his sole emotional anchor, Morrison casts aside his medication restraints entirely, unearths the stockpile of weapons he has hidden away for a decade, and storms the Rosetti manor alone to exact revenge. Senior figures within the city's police force, municipal government and the CIA are all well aware of Morrison's terrifying combat prowess from his past. They order an emergency city-wide evacuation and stand aside to let him wipe out the entire criminal family, kicking off a brutal vendetta of blood for blood. Revolving around paternal love, trauma, corrupt power networks and unbridled vengeance, the story interweaves the lingering shadows of past killings with the mutual despair and devastation of the present, unfolding an unstoppable bloody reckoning.

On her wedding day, Megan's fiancé Mark vanishes without a trace. After four years of investigation, the police still turn up no leads whatsoever. Consumed by her relentless obsession, Megan is taken by her best friend Jennifer to a hidden underground store that sells so-called hyper-realistic ""shared boyfriend"" companion robots. She is horrified to discover that ""Robot No. 07"" is none other than Mark, missing for four years. He is kept subdued with drugs and electric shocks, disguised as merchandise to be exploited for profit. To save her beloved, Megan swallows her humiliation and feigns compliance, secretly gathering evidence. Step by step, she uncovers the shocking truth: her best friend, driven by hatred born from scorned love, was the one who ""donated"" Mark to the store owner. In the final showdown, Megan collaborates with the police from the inside to raid and shut down the illegal operation. The two lean on each other through the long aftermath of trauma, moving steadily toward healing and a new beginning.

Newlywed Ava has imperforate hymen, so her husband James takes her to male gynecologist Dr. Marcus for dilation treatment. Hiding behind the guise of medical care, Marcus systematically crosses every professional line, and eventually enlists two assistants to carry out brutal, exploitative procedures on her.Ava later stumbles onto a shocking truth: James has been taking kickbacks and conspiring with the clinic, treating her as nothing more than a pawn in their corrupt racket. She makes the fearless call to go to the police and press charges. Every party involved is convicted and handed prison sentences, and Ava finally works throug

In my last life, I was Adrian Moretti’s wife for ten years. Everyone said he loved me. They called me the luckiest woman in Chicago’s mafia world. Then I overheard him making his will. The Moretti shares, offshore trusts, and port revenue would all go to Noah, the boy I had raised with my own hands. The son Adrian had with Celeste, the woman he had loved before me. He had even chosen to be buried beside her, not me. That was when I finally understood. Ten years of marriage, and I was nothing but a replacement paving the way for his first love and their son. That night, I died in a car crash. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Adrian had to choose his wife. Everyone thought he would choose me. Even the old Donna smiled and said, “Adrian used to follow Elena everywhere when he was little.” But when I looked up, I caught the flash of disgust in Adrian’s eyes. I understood at once. He had been reborn too. Since you never wanted me in either life, I’ll step aside this time. Before Adrian could say a word, I stood and bowed to the old Don and Donna of the Moretti family. “Godfather. Ma’am. I’m stepping aside.”

Taking the fall for his brother, Tyler spent 5 years in prison, secretly rising to become the King of the global underworld. Returning home to share his empire, he is instead cruelly disowned by his brother and betrayed by his cheating fiancée. Unaware they just provoked the final boss, Tyler unleashes his absolute revenge.