

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

Seraphina, a human priest’s untouched daughter, is fated to be the only one to free the Devil Lucifer from his curse. She finds it desperate, but Lucifer’s relentless pursuit makes this forced marriage spark a real romance. Just when they finally fall for each other, they find the cruel truth of his curse: consummating their love means one of them must die...

At Adrian and Seraphina's anniversary dinner, his stepsister Vivian burst into the venue, forcing Seraphina to give up her husband to her. Mid-argument, Vivian shoved Seraphina to the ground, triggering an immediate miscarriage.At this critical, life-threatening moment, Adrian showed no care for Seraphina whatsoever. Instead, he cruelly confessed that he had never loved his wife. Crushed and completely devoid of hope, Seraphina slipped away silently and jumped into the sea to take her own life. A full ten days went by before Adrian realized his lover had vanished. Countless memories of her selfless, wholehearted devotion flooded his mind — yet what awaited him was not his wife's return, but a police summons to come identify her body.

The only reckless thing I ever did in my last life was fall in love with Luca Moretti. For five years, I called him my brother by day and lay in his arms by night. Then half a month ago, outside the Moretti Club, I heard him talking to his men. "Luca, what are you going to do about the little girl Grace brought in? Weren't you supposed to play with her and dump her? How has this gone on for five years?" "You got with her to get back at your stepmother, right? Sophia dumped you back then, so you turned around and went after Grace's precious daughter. Don't tell me you actually fell for her." Then Luca's cold, cruel voice slipped through the crack in the door. "Love her? Come on. I just haven't decided how to end it yet. Maybe I'll let her stand alone in the church on our engagement day. That could be fun." Laughter burst from the private room. I stood outside the door, my hands and feet turning ice-cold. So my five years of love were just his pastime, a knife meant to cut my mother. I ran from the club in a panic, drove straight into the storm, and died in a pileup on Chicago's South Side. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the year before anyone knew about me and Luca. This time, I wasn't going to wait for him to throw me away. I would leave first.

Serena Valentine escapes a private psychiatric hospital, three ribs broken, weeks to live. Dying of ALS, she has donated her body to an experimental chemical study that will dissolve it completely. Outside waits Adrian Cross—the man she once loved. Five years ago, Adrian's sister Isabella died in a kidnapping fire; everyone believed Serena abandoned her to save herself. Adrian had his friend Marcus send her abroad; Marcus instead imprisoned and tortured her for five years. Now engaged to Veronica Ashford, Serena's old bully who claims she saved him from the fire, Adrian keeps her as a servant and sexual outlet; sworn to Isabella's secret, she says nothing. Veronica frames her in a sea accident; enraged, Adrian throws her overboard. A forced bone-marrow donation to Veronica leaves her paralyzed. Told she fled with money, he burns every trace of her. When both are abducted, he saves Veronica—leaving Serena to the flames. The truth: Serena nursed him on a cruise and carried him from that fire; Marcus imprisoned her; Veronica stole her identity as rescuer. Her phone holds hundreds of unsent love messages—the last: "Please, come and save me." His search comes too late—Serena is dead, dissolved, with nothing to bury. He sends Veronica and Marcus to the same hospital, then endures the torture himself. After watching the video of her destruction, he tries to die but is saved, cursed: "May you live a long life—and spend every day of it with nothing." Years later, a crippled beggar wanders the New York waterfront, whispering Serena's name—condemned to live, paying for the woman he destroyed.

Five years ago, Vespera was nothing but a lowly succubus—humiliated by the man she loved, branded in front of the entire demon elite, and thrown into the abyss to die. But death was only the beginning.In Hell, love may be the most dangerous deal of all.

Three years ago, an earthquake struck. Lydia's husband and son died saving everyone in their building. Their neighbor Eleanor gradually forgot their sacrifice in the years that followed. For three years, Lydia has quietly honored her loved ones' memory, while Eleanor has come to see Lydia as a symbol of bad luck. Now Eleanor's son Marcus is about to hold his wedding. Lydia decides to make everyone understand in her own striking way that honoring the departed is honoring life itself, and that remembering an act of kindness keeps warmth alive in people's hearts.

"Valentina was born cursed, and her entire family saw her as a jinx. Only her sister ever treated her like family. In her past life, her sister married into the Greco mafia family, only to be locked in a dungeon and kept as a blood slave, forced to give blood regularly to keep the Godfather’s mistress alive. In the end, she was tortured to death, and the entire family was wiped out. Reborn on the night of her engagement, Valentina clutches the marriage contract and walks straight toward Don Alessandro without hesitation. This time, she swears, she will seek justice."

Sophia once deeply loved mafia heir Vincent, but his blind devotion to his manipulative "first love" leads him to send Sophia to prison. Completely heartbroken, she leaves New York to marry another man. Realizing the truth too late, Vincent crashes her wedding and kidnaps her. He even sacrifices his own legs to save her life in a desperate bid for forgiveness—but his belated love is worthless. This time, she will never look back.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”