

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

When I was diagnosed with terminal Inner Wolf Decay, a System found me. It told me that if I could win the wholehearted romantic or familial love of just one out of four specific werewolves, I would get a healthy body and live. But for five years, I failed to win over a single one. Because they all fell for the same Omega—the fragile, hypocritical Chloe. Just because she framed me, claiming I ordered rogues to attack her, my targets glared at me with nothing but absolute disgust. My biological brother, Caleb, told me, "I don't have a sister as vicious as you." My pack healer, Julian, didn't believe I suffered from depression. He glared at me with revulsion and said, "Chloe is the one who got hurt. Stop playing the victim." My childhood friend, Victor, stared at me coldly. "You're so toxic. I really wish you'd just die." Later, just as they wished, my mission failed, and my inner wolf was actually going to die. But then, they were the ones crying and begging me not to go.

ER nurse Emma returns home for her younger sister Sophie's lavish wedding, only to discover a terrifying truth: every night at 11:54 p.m., Sophie is thrust into a deadly crisis—and whenever Emma dies trying to save her, she wakes up again at 8:07 the same morning. Trapped in an endless time loop, Emma uses each reset to search for the killer and uncover the truth. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes that Sophie's death is tied to a medical secret buried twelve years ago—and a dark conspiracy hidden within their own family. Even crueler is what happens between Emma and Noah. She remembers every moment they shared, every promise, and every time they fell in love. But with each reset, Noah forgets her completely. And somehow, every single time, he chooses to trust her—and fall for her all over again.

When Elijah cheated, I didn’t cry or make a scene. I pretended not to know. When he kept Naomi on the side, I forced down the pain and endured it. After all, I had a lovely son with Elijah. He loved me, and I wanted to give him a complete family. It wasn’t until the day I found out that my son, Kai, had gone with Elijah to that other home and was calling Aunt Naomi with affection that I stopped wanting to endure it any longer. I told my childhood friend that I wanted a divorce. He looked at me deeply, saying, “Hazel, everyone in Neopolis knows that Elijah loves you with his life. His influence covers the entire city. Leaving him won’t be easy.” However, I replied numbly, “Then let Hazel die. Let her die in front of Elijah. Let him watch his wife disappear with his own eyes. From that moment on, there will be no more Hazel Foster in this world.” When I learned that Kai preferred Naomi, I realized that the past two years of endurance had been nothing but a joke. This time, I don’t want either my husband or my son anymore.

After I was caught in a dockside explosion, I was bound to a Survival Program. It gave me twenty-five years and four designated targets. If even one target’s Love Score or bond score reached 100%, I could wake up in my real world. But I failed all four. Because every target I tried to reach eventually turned toward Sophia Lane, the heroine of this world. They called my pain a performance. They called my tears manipulation. They said I was only pretending to break down so they would choose me over Sophia. But if they never loved me, why did they lose control when my mission failed and I chose to leave this world for good?
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Lucas Fuller was obsessively in love with Vivian Ashford,daughter of his family's driver, pursuing her from college and finally getting married. However, Vivian's heart belonged to Alfie Collier, and together they conspired to kill Lucas by exploiting his diabetes, tempting him with food until he died. In his final moments, Lucas witnessed a heartfelt confession from Isabel Harlow, who had also once struggled with obesity. Upon being reborn, Lucas returns to Alfie's birthday celebration where he sees Vivian attempting the same manipulative tactics, using him as an ATM. This time, Lucas changes his fate by exposing Vivian’s deception and publicly professing his love to Isabel, despite facing ridicule. Lucas and Isabel make a pact to win a modeling competition to humiliate Vivian and Alfie.

In his past life, musician Zack Shelley was framed by his adopted brother Zed Shelley and fiancée Ruby Lewis, left disabled after seven days trapped in a mudslide, and died betrayed by his own sisters. Reborn on the day of the disaster, he is determined to survive and reclaim his stolen life. Despite Zed's efforts to sabotage rescue attempts, Zack endures six grueling days and escapes. He exposes Zed's plagiarism at a pivotal piano competition, but his sisters, Flora and Luna, turn against him even more. Heartbroken, he severs ties with his family. With the help of business titan Whitney Lynd, he defeats Flora in a public contest and unmasks Zed at a high-society banquet. By the time his sisters overhear the truth, it's too late—Zack has already moved on, ready to start a new life abroad, leaving his past behind for good.

After I was caught in a dockside explosion, I was bound to a Survival Program. It gave me twenty-five years and four designated targets. If even one target’s Love Score or bond score reached 100%, I could wake up in my real world. But I failed all four. Because every target I tried to reach eventually turned toward Sophia Lane, the heroine of this world. They called my pain a performance. They called my tears manipulation. They said I was only pretending to break down so they would choose me over Sophia. But if they never loved me, why did they lose control when my mission failed and I chose to leave this world for good?

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?