

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.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

In my last life, my sister Serena Vega ran to Monaco the night before her wedding, and my family shoved me into her dress before dawn. Damian Lucchese, the young Godfather of New York, had been waiting at the altar for her. The moment he lifted my veil and saw me instead, the warmth in his eyes went cold. For five years, I was his hidden wife. The underworld knew he was married, but no one knew to whom. My parents blamed me for stealing Serena’s place and still failing to keep his heart. Then Serena came home. That Christmas, Damian took her and my parents to his mountain estate. When a blizzard hit, his men rushed everyone onto the helicopter. No one remembered me. I died in that frozen house, three months pregnant with Damian’s child. When I opened my eyes again, Serena had just returned to New York. This time, I would not beg for love. Only when I truly walked away, none of them had the right to regret it.

Bullied by her fake sister and betrayed by her own mother, Juliane walks away the moment her true identity is revealed.Three years later, the mother who failed her will do anything, even get on her knees, just to see her daughter again.

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.

Her family tortured her to death for a crime she never committed. Then she woke up on the morning of her own coming-of-age ceremony. Julia Cornelius died in her family's dungeon — hung in chains, flogged fifty times, stabbed in the gut — all for the adopted sister everyone loved and the amulet that was never hers. Before she died, she saw the truth: she was only ever a ""villainess"" written on fate's scroll, meant to be sacrificed. Now she's back, one day before it all happens. No more pretending. She shreds her own ceremony gown in front of her brothers. Slaps the family's golden boy across the face. When her fiancé begs to break the engagement, she forces him to swear on the spot he'll never marry any woman from her house. Her father wants her punished? She beats him to it — kneeling before the Emperor himself and asking for the one title no family can touch: Vestal Priestess, guardian of the Sacred Fire. Her mother's amulet hides a sacred spring that heals everything. A plague is sweeping Rome. The doctors are useless. She cures the sick in open square and wakes up famous — the girl they called a family disgrace is now the city's savior. But the man who escorts her to the temple is no ordinary guard. Titus — white-haired, crimson-eyed, commander of the Praetorian Guard, feared by the Emperor himself. He's been watching her since they were children. Her sworn enemy follows her to the temple to destroy her. And this time, Julia is done forgiving.
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The wealthiest tycoon's daughter, Eva Stone, conceals her identity to be with the financially struggling Wills Zuck. However, Wills, driven by ambitions to align himself with the influential, betrays her by having an affair with the impostor, Lina Clark, who poses as Eva Stone. In the ultimate revelation, Eva unveils her true identity, delivering a resounding blow to the unfaithful man and deceitful woman in a compelling tale of intrigue and personal triumph.

"Julia once believed Adrian was the man who would love her for a lifetime. But after her adopted sister Bella returned with her daughter, everything changed. Adrian began choosing Bella over Julia again and again. Every broken promise, every forgotten anniversary, and every moment he left Julia behind became another disappointment. When Julia reached her hundredth disappointment on her birthday, she finally stopped waiting for him. She filed for divorce and left the country to finish the research she had once given up for her marriage. Only after losing her did Adrian realize how much he had taken her love for granted. But by then, Julia had already started a new life. As Adrian desperately tried to win her back, Julia rebuilt herself through her career and found someone who truly respected and loved her. This time, she didn't choose the man who once left her behind. She chose herself. "