

Aurelia Rossi gave up her identity for love and married Mafia Don Vittorio Falcone, sacrificing everything to build his empire. But when her best friend Carina betrays her and Vittorio chooses another woman, Aurelia loses everything—including the child she carried.Broken but awakened, Aurelia leaves the man who never valued her, returns to the powerful Rossi family, and chooses the man who has always protected her.But on her wedding day, Carina strikes again, leaving Aurelia with lost memories. With Orion’s love and patience, Aurelia must reclaim her past and finally leave her painful history behind.

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.”

Eve wakes up in a bizarre school where the sky hangs frozen and eyes grow on the walls. The students here are governed by iron‑fisted rules set by Vincent, the "Teacher". Those who break the rules face horrifying, inhuman punishments.While struggling to survive, Eve discovers she has been assigned a system‑mandated task to getclose to Vincent. Repeated brushes with danger and moments of rescue weave a subtle,complicated bond between the two. As Eve and the others dig deeper, they learn the school ismerely one of three sealed‑off realms. To put an end to everything, Eve ultimately chooses to sacrifice herself and take her seat upon the Seal Chair. Yet after a hundred years of evasion,Vincent elects to bear the burden alongside her. Amid the collapsing school, the two step together toward an unknown real world.

Joanne Yates, the badass female Chief Instructor of the Navy SEALs, was betrayed and murdered in a classified nuclear trap engineered by her clout-chasing ex-boyfriend, Brandon. But death couldn't hold her. She wakes up reborn in a dark, abusive terrorist bunker, trapped inside the frail body of a 14-year-old angelic girl. An innocent face, but a bloodthirsty war god's soul! With pure muscle memory and tactical supremacy, she silent-kills her captors, pulling off impossible blind shots that leave Brandon's reinforcement unit trembling in shock. From the ashes of the Middle East to the corrupt elite circles of North America, she adopts a new identity, secures the ultimate protection of an Alpha warlord family, and signs a dangerous pact with a seductive arms billionaire. Watch her crush her toxic ex's dignity and ignite a tactical nuclear strike against the Deep State itself!

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé suddenly asked me to give up the ceremony for his first love, Sofia. I turned it down cold in my former life, only to become the Chicago mob’s godmother at a lavish wedding. When Sofia heard the news, she was heartbroken and jumped into the sea to take her own life. Vincent blamed me for Sofia’s death. For the next thirty years, the words he said to me most often were: “Elena, if I had married Sofia that day, she wouldn't have died.” On his deathbed, he told our children: “Don’t bury me with Elena.” The year after he died, I fell gravely ill and passed away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night before the wedding. Over the phone, Vincent's voice came again: "Sofia needs this title more than you do. Everyone knows I love you, so they respect you—but Sofia's different. She's just a poor orphan girl..." Before he could finish, I calmly replied, “Fine, I agree.” I turned and signed the papers to cut ties with the family. I flew to Sicily, home to the Salk Institute that I had always looked up to. In this life, I refuse to be his appendage.

After the great war between humans and beasts, both sides agreed to let the half-beasts govern the world. Every hundred years, a union between humans and beasts would be arranged. The first half-beast child of the generation would be the next ruler of the Human-Beast Alliance. In my past life, I chose to marry the eldest son of the wolf clan, renowned for his unwavering devotion. I was the first to bear him a child—a rare half-beast white wolf. Our son was named the next ruler of the Human-Beast Alliance, and my husband, by extension, rose to immense power. My younger sister, who had chosen to marry into the fox clan out of vain admiration for their beauty, was not so fortunate. The fox clan's heir, a notorious philanderer, eventually contracted a disease and lost his ability to father children. Jealous and resentful, my sister set a fire that burned both me and my young white wolf son alive. When I opened my eyes again, it was the very day of the human-beast mating ceremony. This time, my sister was quicker—she climbed into the wolf clan heir Jacob's bed before I had the chance. I knew then: she had been reborn too. But what she didn't know… was that Jacob's nature was cruel and violent. He worshiped bloodshed, not love. And he was anything but a worthy mate.

The alien bugs invaded, and humanity retreated to the "Ark" mobile fortress. Four years ago, hero Kevin piloted the mech "Silver Scar" to defeat the swarm, but retired after his entire squad fell. When the bugs returned, Kevin reapplied—only to show 0% compatibility. Spy Marshal Sam framed him for treason, sentenced him to death, and sent his mech to the scrapyard. As the swarm breached the gates and Kevin faced execution, "Silver Scar" self-activated, rescued him, and synced at 100%. Kevin repelled the swarm, and the whole city witnessed the war god's return.

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.

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.