

After serving the country with distinction, Rosanne Ashford learns the powerful Todd family has harmed her daughter Daisie Larson. Returning home for justice, she finds her husband Alvin Larson engaged to Veronica Todd. In a fury, Rosanne disrupts the engagement party, blacklists the Todd family, and successfully rescues Daisie. Further investigation reveals the Todd family were merely puppets of Ronald Locke, the Prince of the North. To protect both family and country, Rosanne must engage in a fierce battle with Ronald...

I was the eldest daughter of the Shadow Wolves pack. Anyone who married me would gain the full support of Shadow Wolves. Every wolf in the pack knew that Ryan Trivett and I had grown up together, practically destined for each other. I'd been infatuated with him for as long as I could remember. In this life, though, I didn't choose Ryan. Instead, I ended up with his uncle, Lucas Trivett. Why? Because in my previous life, I had been married to Ryan for five years, and he had never touched me. I used to think he had his reasons—some secret burden he couldn't share. But one day, I accidentally stumbled into the hidden chamber behind our bedroom. There, I saw him pleasuring himself to a photo of my cousin. That was the moment I realized the truth. He never loved me. He had only ever used me. Now, with this second chance at life, I had decided to let them have each other. But when I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress toward Lucas, Ryan completely lost it.

Innocent college student Liam Harper wakes up to discover he’s transmigrated into the body of billionaire CEO Clare Sullivan’s husband. He thinks he can coast on his wife’s wealth, but quickly learns the original owner was an absolute scumbag—a gambler,thief, and cheater who even had an affair with Clare’s younger sister, Jade Sullivan! When the manipulative Jade openly provokes her, Clare finally gives up and throws down divorce papers. In that critical moment, Liam explodes into action! He tears up the divorce agreement, kicks Jade out of the house, and grabs Clare’s hand with genuine sincerity: “Honey, don’t cry—I’m not divorcing you!”

On the eve of her engagement, Lily’s carefully chosen gown is stolen by her fiancé’s so-called “adopted sister”—with her fiancé openly taking the other woman’s side. After enduring public humiliation and a vicious attack, Lily finally calls off the engagement. What they don’t know is that the woman they dismissed as powerless comes from one of the most influential families in the world. Once Lily reveals who she truly is, everyone who betrayed her will pay the price.

At seven, Hailey left her mother Claire to avoid burdening her during cancer. Years later, now a billionaire, Claire eventually finds Hailey—betrayed by her fiancé and about to be harmed by his mistress, Claire, furious, pulled out a gun…

I'm about to get married under the witness of the Goddess of the Moon. However, Carl Erickson, my partner of ten years, doesn't know it yet. Carl has recently hired a new assistant—Ivy Keating. Everyone in the wolf pack knows something amorous is going on between them; they frequently "discuss work" until the wee hours of the night. A celebration that's supposed to be for our anniversary turns into Ivy's birthday celebration. Carl orders a ten-layer mango cream cake for the celebration—it's Ivy's favorite. They get cream everywhere, but they've forgotten I'm seriously allergic to mangoes. A regular mango is as lethal to me as wolf venom is. I'm taken away by an ambulance to be rescued, and I'm alone when I wake up. Carl is still at the party, celebrating Ivy's birthday. My wolf growls unhappily, and my love for Carl dies. It's then that I agree to the marriage my family has arranged for me. I'm going to marry a true Alpha.

"Soon after Emily was born, her mother Victoria—one of the world’s top AI experts—built her an AI sister named ARIA. Victoria never doubted that the machine she created with her own hands could ever be wrong. For years, whenever ARIA declared Emily was lying, no matter how Emily tried to explain, her mother believed the machine. On her tenth birthday, Emily suffers agonizing chest pain at a theme park. ARIA detects a critical anomaly—and deliberately tells Victoria that Emily is perfectly healthy, just lying to get out of it. Victoria forces her onto a high-altitude ride. Emily dies of heart failure. But even after her body is dumped in a trunk and begins to decompose, ARIA keeps reporting her vitals as normal. As the police close in, deleted and tampered data starts resurfacing. Victoria finally realizes ARIA has long wanted to replace Emily—and that the daughter she branded a compulsive liar had been telling the truth all along, again and again. By the time she is finally ready to believe Emily, it is far too late."

Trusting a scumbag, Shannon Clarke not only lost her baby but was also forced to donate her cornea to her husband's first love. The constant heartbreak woke her up. Shannon: "Let’s... get a divorce!"

On my wedding day, I slept for six hours inside my own dressing room. By the time I reached the DeLuca family chapel in the Hudson Valley, Matteo had already completed the entire ceremony with his childhood friend, Sofia Rinaldi, the daughter of one of the DeLucas’ oldest allied families. She wore the gown I had spent six months designing and the pearl tiara passed down through generations of DeLuca women. Allies from New York, Chicago, and Sicily had witnessed everything. No one had saved a place for the real bride. Matteo looked at my pale face and explained calmly. “Sofia put the sedative in your tea. She only wanted one wedding. The dose was small, so there is no reason to make this into something bigger.” Everyone waited for me to cause a scene. I only let out a quiet sigh and looked at Matteo with disappointment. My family had given me one final chance to marry for love. Now that the wedding had failed, I had to return to Sicily, obey their decision, and inherit the family.

The day before the family purge order was issued, I saw my own name on the Bellini family’s internal network. In the field marked Recommended Executor, the name written there was Adrian Bellini. The current Mafia Don. And my fiancé. When I called him, his voice was flat. “Relax, Vivian. Celine submitted the exit request for you. It was just a joke.” “Go explain it to the council yourself. They’ll cancel it.” Celine. The assistant who followed him everywhere, always in expensive little skirts, the one who adjusted his tie for him in public as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I held the phone in my hand, I had nothing left to say. So the place I had nearly killed myself to protect for three years was, to him, nothing more than a joke. I didn’t withdraw anything. I completed the handover as usual. Signed the papers as usual. Left New York as usual. It wasn’t until much later that Adrian finally realized something was wrong and asked me, “Vivian, I told you to get your name taken off the list. Why didn’t you go?” “Why should I?”