

Genius Dr. Liam married into the wealthy Chloe family out of gratitude, becoming a full-time house husband while secretly pouring everything he has into saving their crumbling empire. But Chloe blindly trusts her ex, Zac, believing Liam is only after their fortune—and even trusts Zac's lies over her own husband, putting their daughter Mia in mortal danger. When the truth about Mia's near-death experience finally surfaces, and Liam's hidden identity is revealed, Chloe is left with nothing. Can she win back the husband and daughter she took for granted?

Lia Bennett, a terminally ill leukemia patient, wakes up in agony and overhears her husband Kane Wilson transferring her matched bone marrow to another patient, Evelyn Carter, and signing a waiver on her behalf. Under the guise of "greater good," Kane cuts off her imported medication, reassigns her primary physician, and moves her from a VIP ward to a cramped six-bed room— all to pool every resource into saving Evelyn, the woman he favors. Broken beyond repair, Lia signs a Do Not Resuscitate order and transfers to a hospice to await death. At her darkest hour, Flynn Hamilton-a young man she once saved eight years ago-reappears and pulls her back from the brink with an unapproved experimental drug. After recovering, with Flynn's help, Lia exposes Evelyn's lie of faking illness to steal the marrow, files for divorce, and brings down Kane's medical license and Evelyn's freedom. In the end, Lia lets go of the past and sets off with Flynn to Iceland to chase the Northern Lights-her life finally beginning anew.

A three-year-old boy shows up at a mansion on a rainy night, clutching a worn teddy bear and a hospital bill—demanding his billionaire father pay three years of child support. The family tries to bury the truth, but the boy carries his late mother's secret: a recording pen sewn inside the teddy. Piece by piece, the lies unravel—deleted texts, forged transfers, and the vicious scheme that drove his mother away. The real villain? The elegant grandmother, who deemed a commoner's blood unworthy. Justice arrives. A father finds his son. A mother's final wish comes true.

Grace, the heiress of the Murdoch Group, falls in love with Mike, a poor young man, and becomes pregnant. However, due to their differing family backgrounds, her father, Warren, disapproves of their love. When Mike nearly dies trying to save Grace's life, Warren lies to Grace, claiming that Mike and their son died in a car accident. Years later, Grace encounters Mike's son, who is begging someone to save his dying father. The two of them don't recognize each other, and it gets to the point where Grace begins accusing the young boy of theft and fraud, but following a series of unfortunate events, Grace finally realizes the boy is actually her son. However, in the meantime, Mike goes missing after pushed off a cliff on Warren's orders...

Emil Sears, an elite super soldier, is hired by the Langston family to serve as the personal bodyguard for Blaire Langston, an aloof and distant CEO. Using his business acumen and formidable physical prowess, Emil repeatedly rescues Blaire from dangerous situations, keeping her safe from harm.However, as he fulfills his duties, he finds himself drawn deeper into increasingly complex crises. Working together, Emil and Blaire join forces to dismantle the malicious schemes and corporate conspiracies orchestrated by their adversaries,combining their complementary skills to overcome the threats against them.

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.
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Zoey Shaw wakes up inside a novel as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic end.Refusing to follow the same path, she decides to rewrite her fate—no self-destruction, no foolish choices, just survival and a new beginning. When a shameless ex and a scheming rival show up to cause trouble, she’s ready. This time, she protects her husband, claims her happiness, and crushes every plot against her. She clears her family’s name and rises from ruin to glory.

Maisie Kent is betrayed by her boyfriend, Jerry Ford, and Gigi Smith, signing a contract that costs her life. Reborn at the moment of signing, she pretends to comply while secretly swapping the contract. When Gigi tries the same trick in public, the harm rebounds instantly. Unscathed, Maisie watches coldly—on the deadly contract now stands a name no one dares to provoke.

I was the one who broke Kane Blackwood's heart. He was the Alpha heir, my boyfriend since we were kids, and I pushed him so hard that I drove him all the way to the Northern Stronghold. He stayed there for seven years. Now he was back. He had a new woman with him, and they were going to hold their bonding ceremony here, in our pack. That same week, the pack witch told me I had three months left to live. When my mother wheeled me outside to see him, Kane's mouth curled into that cruel, mocking smile I remembered too well. His dark eyes swept over me from head to toe, taking in the wheelchair, the thinness of my arms, the paleness of my face. "Well, well," he said, his voice low and sharp. "Seven years and you look like hell. Can't even walk anymore?" I tugged my sleeve down, hiding the scars—the silver tracings left by years of failed treatments. I kept my voice steady. "I fell. Broke something. It's nothing." He let out a short, cold laugh. "Right. Anyway, my bonding ceremony's coming up. You should be Vivra's maid of honor." I smiled back at him. I had gotten good at smiling through pain over the years. "Sorry, but I'm leaving soon. Somewhere far away." Then I patted my mother's hand. She didn't say a word, just gripped the handles of the chair and pushed me back toward the house. I didn't look behind me.