

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

I have a possessive boyfriend. After seven years together, Jared Jackman's favorite thing to say is, "Do you know how cute my girlfriend is? If you do, you're in trouble." "Babe, you're so beautiful. Whoever sees you will fall for you. If someone looks at you for even a second longer, I'll get jealous." That's why he never lets me step into his world. Until one day, I use an alternate account and stumble upon his social media. Three years, and over 600 posts. Every single one is about his moments with another woman. They stroll through Pilton Palace, make wishes atop snowy mountains, and kiss on the streets of Sidwell City. His latest post shows him kissing that woman on the beach while their friends cheer and shout around them. The caption reads, "Loving someone means you can't help but show them off to the world." My fingers tremble as I quietly close the page and book a flight to Northram. It turns out that after seven years of love, letting go only takes a moment.
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In her previous life, Laura Hampton mistook a cunning woman for her closest friend and gradually fell into the web of lies spun by Angela Harrison. Cast aside by her family, she met a tragic end beneath Angela's car.This time around, Laura knows the truth: her childhood savior was never Angela. Seeing through Angela’s façade, she decisively steers clear of her traps—and discovers that Eric Pearson has been quietly watching over her all along, in both lifetimes.Slowly, Laura exposes Angela's true face to her parents, ultimately driving her out of the Hampton family and ensuring she faces the consequences she deserves.

Cassidy loved Zane for three years. Only when Zane told her to go buy condoms for him and his new girlfriend did she realize she had always been nothing more than a “bed companion” in his eyes. On her 25th birthday, she caught Zane and his new lover Lily in a tight embrace, and her heart died completely. She decided to leave. A car accident cost her her child and finally made Zane realize his true feelings. Only when she started her new life at Vertex Group did Zane finally understand that he had loved her all along — but now it was too late to win her back.

To save her dying grandmother, Hannah agrees to pose as her twin sister for three years, enduring a loveless marriage, her husband's cruelty to her, and obsession with his first love. When the deal finally ends and she walks away with the money she deserved, the man who once discarded her realizes too late what he's lost.

18-year-old Lila, deemed worthless for her inability to shift, faces betrayal from her boyfriend and sister, followed by her own father's attempt to kill her. When she meets Victor, the Alpha feared as the 'brutal monster,' both a fated romance and her dormant powers begin to stir…

After I got pulled into the horror game, my nearsightedness made everything blurry. I ended up treating the creepy girl in the blood-stained dress like my own daughter, the final boss like my husband, and the old creepy ghosts like my loving parents. The first time I met the boss, I grabbed his abs and said, “Nice body. Shame you’re kind of short.” He actually laughed in anger, picked up the severed head in his hand, put it back on his neck, and ground out, “I’m six-foot-one. Still think I’m short now?”

When my appendix bursts, my parents, my brother, and even my fiancé are all too busy celebrating my sister's birthday. I'm outside the operating room, frantically calling every family member I can think of to sign the consent form, but every call is either ignored or hung up on. After hanging up on me, my fiancé, Joel Graham, texts back. "Sophie, stop being dramatic. It's Yvette's 18th birthday today. Whatever it is can wait until after the party." I quietly set my phone down and sign the consent form myself. It's the ninety-ninth time they've chosen Yvette Norton, my sister, over me. This time, I choose not to care. I'll stop letting their favoritism hurt me. Instead, I'll do everything they ask of me without complaint. They'll all think I've finally learned to be obedient, and they'll never realize that I'm preparing to leave them for good.