

"Everyone thought Elena had made the worst choice of her life. In her first life, she married Adrian—the man she loved. He betrayed her with his adopted sister, Celeste, and left Elena with nothing. But death revealed a secret. Cassian, the so-called “broken-winged angel,” had loved Elena all along. He was the one who came for her after everyone else abandoned her. So when Elena was reborn, she made the choice that shocked everyone. She rejected Adrian. And chose Cassian. What happened next changed everything. The broken-winged man rose to power and became king. The woman Adrian once discarded became his queen. And the moment Adrian realized his mistake, it was already too late. He begged. He apologized. He abandoned Celeste. But Elena had only one answer: “I loved you once. Never again.” Now Adrian can only watch from afar as Elena gets the happy ending he once thought would always belong to him. "

Nina Bale is an immortal who controls life and death. A year ago, the head of the Ford family accidentally severed a geomantic vein, cursing his bloodline. To protect them, he traded his life for Nina's help—for just one year. Now, the Fords, tired of her presence, are ready to cast her out. But just as they do, the powerful Cork family arrives, falling to their knees. Only Nina can save their dying patriarch—and time is running out.

Shirley Hodge, who has been in a deep sleep for years, wakes up to find her long-trusted medication causing issues. She discovers her perfect husband is having an affair with the maid she hired. Despite this distressing revelation, Shirley must navigate the situation without causing a stir.

Christmas Eve. Six-year-old Sia knelt in blood, pressing her small hands over her mother's cold fingers, calling for help again and again. On the line, her father Miles was unwrapping gifts with another mother and daughter. He sneered, ""Your mom's little drama again."" Her brother Joel cursed and hung up, returning to his game. No one believed her. No one came. In the snowy night, a golden light descended. ""Sia, do you want to save your mother?"" The price: leave this world for three years to accompany a father and daughter in another world who need love. This world would record her as dead. The child signed without hesitation. She asked only to say goodbye first. But the farewell became torture—a framed theft, a mastiff, an icy pool, and her own father passing her over to save the vicious ""little sister."" Feverish, Sia sat on an empty swing and waited. The countdown ended. The girl vanished. Then came the truth: the car crash, deleted footage, the mistress's murder plot, the kidney her wife had secretly donated. Miles pieced it all together and confirmed he had helped kill his own daughter. He lost everything. Three years later, he saw his dead wife and daughter smiling beside another man—celebrated philanthropist Grant Sterling. He charged into the crowd, screaming, only to meet laughter and his daughter's averted eyes. So ""Daddy"" never belonged to blood after all. Can belated regret earn one forgiveness? As Sia looks back at the kneeling, weeping man through the car window, should she forgive him? Her mother said only one thing: Look back, and you will know.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

The second I gave birth to my daughter, my husband of five years kicked open the hospital door—holding hands with his widowed sister-in-law and a two-year-old boy.My mother-in-law sneered that my baby girl was "useless trash." My husband shamelessly told me that to carry on the Carter family name, he had to take his brother's widow as his second wife. He demanded I step down, accept the disgrace, and even tried to smother my newborn in her crib.I thought my life was over. But right then, I heard a cute, furious little baby voice inside my head:[Mama, wake up! This jerk has been sleeping with that lying witch for years! And that boy isn't even his kid—she got pregnant by a random bum to steal his fortune!][Don't cry, Mama! I'm not useless. I'm a reincarnated angel of fortune! Whoever tries to hurt us is about to face total doom!]Hearing my baby's thoughts, I woke up from the nightmare. Divorcing him was the easiest choice of my life.And just as my furious ex raised my baby above his head, ready to smash her to the floor—Sirens tore through the city. A massive military convoy smashed through the gates. The President of the United States and the Grand Oracle rushed into my room, shoving my ex to the ground and dropping to their knees before my tiny daughter:"We finally found you... Your Divine Highness, the Angel of our nation!"My ex and his family went dead pale. They thought they threw away a disposable woman and an unwanted girl. They had no idea they just threw away the only thing keeping them alive.Moving into the White House, exposing their dirty secrets, and watching them beg on their knees in the dirt... My real payback has just begun.

"In my past life, I married the golden Seraphim heir Jax, bore his white-winged son who became Sovereign, and was burned alive by my jealous sister Bellatrix. Reborn on the day of the Rite of Union, I watched Bellatrix steal Jax again and beg me to step aside. Our father sided with her as always. This time, I refused to play the victim. Instead of choosing the powerful Seraphim, I married Damon — the despised, “poor” heir of the Shadow Demon clan that everyone mocked. Bellatrix laughed at my “terrible” choice and proudly announced her pregnancy within months, flaunting her future as the mother of the next Sovereign. But I knew her dirty secrets. My peaceful pregnancy became her nightmare. When her monstrous, multi-fathered children were exposed, the Seraphim clan turned on her. Jax abandoned and tortured her. In her final madness, she tried to kill my babies. She failed. I watched her die screaming, just as she once watched me burn. Now, with my children safe and my revenge complete, the heavens call me back as the Shadow Saint."

While they slice me apart, I desperately call my brother, Nathan Slade. He finally picks up as my consciousness starts to slip and answers in an annoyed voice, "What now?" "Nathan, help—" I don't get to finish before he cuts me off. "Can't you ever go a day without drama? Gemma's graduation is at the end of the month. Miss it, and I swear I'll kill you!" Then, he hangs up without a second thought. The agonizing pain swallows me whole, and my eyes close for good, tears still trailing down my cheeks. Well, good news, Nathan… You won't have to kill me because I'm already dead.