

Reality-warping anomalies descend on the world, and with them comes a lethal labyrinth of survival rules that no one fully understands. Mia Townsend, a former homicide detective, now reborn into the body of a seventeen-year-old school girl, is selected as a national representative and sent into the trials.Where everyone else fixates on simply not dying, Mia refuses to think that small. She brings a detective's precision to each forbidden prohibition, treating every rule not as a wall but as a riddle with a seam running through it. Layer by layer she peels back the lies, finds the life hidden inside each trap, and moves forward while the world around her stands frozen in fear. She isn't surviving the anomalies. She's outplaying them.

Due to a betrothal settled by her grandma, Rosie Turner married into a very rich family. Though she spent her wedding night alone, she quickly acquired a landmark commercial building. Everyone mocked Sean Gibson for marrying a useless wife, who was even neglected by her husband. Then, the Gibson Group crisis and the Webb family's conspiracy happened. Rosie easily turned the tables in the boardroom and became a legend on the racetrack. When the truth of a family murder case that happened 16 years ago came to light,people realized that the woman they had mocked was not a gold-digger climbing the social ladder, but a vengeful goddess returned. Sean stared at the familiar figure in the financial headlines,pulled out a washboard, and said, "Honey, please accept my company's CEO position and my heart."

Buried under debts she never owed, Aria is rescued by a mysterious mafia boss and taken to his mansion. Convinced she's become his next victim, she's stunned when he's offering her a job as his maid instead. But Logan has other plans. ""The best things take time."" After all, the kingpin's bed is where she belongs.

A jealous, domineering, romantic warlord marshal drives the story.The original Maeve Wilder didn't accidentally drown—she was murdered. In the treacherous governor's mansion filled with scheming hearts, Maeve must find the real killer to survive. She's the legal wife of Marshal Samuel Graham, while her half-sister serves as his concubine. The mansion also houses the old matriarch (Samuel's grandmother) and four other concubines. Beneath the calm surface lurks deadly danger—even her own husband Samuel avoids her.Surrounded by enemies, Maeve uses her exceptional medical skills and intelligence to gradually earn Samuel's trust and uncover the truth behind her "accidental" fall into the well. One by one, seemingly innocent "accidents" reveal their sinister nature—the mansion is a gilded cage that devours people. Meanwhile, Samuel becomes captivated by Maeve's sudden transformation. From coldly watching her survive dangers to rescuing her from fire and water, Samuel finally realizes—he's fallen for her.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.