

Maisie Kent is betrayed by her boyfriend, Jerry Ford, and Gigi Smith, signing a contract that costs her life. Reborn at the moment of signing, she pretends to comply while secretly swapping the contract. When Gigi tries the same trick in public, the harm rebounds instantly. Unscathed, Maisie watches coldly—on the deadly contract now stands a name no one dares to provoke.

High school graduate Annie Xavier dies in an accident on the day she's accepted to Quinbert University, but her mother, Lydia Smith,misunderstands her and pushes her away,causing her to give up the will to live.Manipulated by her adopted daughter, Lydia unknowingly harvests Annie's organs, including a heart for the adopted daughter. Only when the funeral home calls does Lydia uncover the shocking truth and expose the adopted daughter and her father's scheme.

After my fiance’s childhood friend found out I was born with a heart condition, she secretly poured a high-dose energy drink into my champagne. The moment I drank it, my heart started racing, and stabbing pain spread through my chest. In a panic, I tore open my only emergency medication, but the water I used to take it had been swapped with strong lemon water. As soon as I drank it, my face went pale. I lost all strength and collapsed to the ground. “Lemon water’s full of vitamin C. It helps with hangovers and keeps you healthy.” Charlotte Whitmore laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. With her arms crossed, she looked at my fiance, Ethan Cross, the boss of the Rolling Stones. “Ethan, your fiancee’s acting is incredible! “I’ve been a doctor for years, and I’ve never seen anyone react like this to a little champagne and lemon water.” I bit my lip until I tasted blood. The pain made my eyes sting, and I clutched Ethan’s leg. “Honey, please, call an ambulance! I can’t take it anymore…” For a moment, his expression wavered, but the guests quickly cut in. “Come on, stop pretending! Nobody dies from a bit of champagne and lemon water.” “Yeah, you’re just jealous Charlotte got promoted and didn’t want to toast to her.” Ethan’s face turned cold again. He yanked my hand off and stepped away. “Charlotte’s a doctor. You’ll be fine with her here.” I stopped begging and texted my father asking for help.

After my fiance’s childhood friend found out I was born with a heart condition, she secretly poured a high-dose energy drink into my champagne. The moment I drank it, my heart started racing, and stabbing pain spread through my chest. In a panic, I tore open my only emergency medication, but the water I used to take it had been swapped with strong lemon water. As soon as I drank it, my face went pale. I lost all strength and collapsed to the ground. “Lemon water’s full of vitamin C. It helps with hangovers and keeps you healthy.” Charlotte Whitmore laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. With her arms crossed, she looked at my fiance, Ethan Cross, the boss of the Rolling Stones. “Ethan, your fiancee’s acting is incredible! “I’ve been a doctor for years, and I’ve never seen anyone react like this to a little champagne and lemon water.” I bit my lip until I tasted blood. The pain made my eyes sting, and I clutched Ethan’s leg. “Honey, please, call an ambulance! I can’t take it anymore…” For a moment, his expression wavered, but the guests quickly cut in. “Come on, stop pretending! Nobody dies from a bit of champagne and lemon water.” “Yeah, you’re just jealous Charlotte got promoted and didn’t want to toast to her.” Ethan’s face turned cold again. He yanked my hand off and stepped away. “Charlotte’s a doctor. You’ll be fine with her here.” I stopped begging and texted my father asking for help.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

Ethan Cole, a top-tier aviation legend in his previous life, dies as a national aviation legend. He is reborn as an 8-year-old boy on the same flight where he once flew with his father. Only this time, he knows the truth: Flight 8236 is going to crash, and everyone on board will die. At 9,000 meters above sea level, fire begins to burn along the wings. The fuselage cracks open into freezing air. As panic spreads across the cabin, Ethan realizes he is the only one who understands what is coming. Trapped in a child’s body, he must stop the disaster and save his father—the man he loves most—before it is too late.

Hailey Bell, born with a natural allure, was once the glamorous CEO’s wife—until her jealous cousin murdered her. Reborn on her wedding day, Hailey marries Nathan Ward, once a short-lived man. Now thriving and healthy, he and the Ward family prosper, while her ex loses everything and her cousin suffers worse than before. This time, Hailey isn’t just surviving—she’s rewriting destiny.

New intern Leila Blake claimed herself a surgical genius, and her patients felt no pain, no anesthesia needed. After she went viral, patients flooded the hospital, her slots auctioned to the highest bidder. But Ivy Carl suffered every patient's pain. It was so crippling she couldn't work. She got complaints, then fired. To make it worse, during Leila's brain surgery on the richest man's daughter, Ivy dropped dead from a brain hemorrhage. But she woke up, back to the day Leila went viral. This time, Ivy swore to expose the truth behind the pain transfer and make Leila pay.
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New intern Leila Blake claimed herself a surgical genius, and her patients felt no pain, no anesthesia needed. After she went viral, patients flooded the hospital, her slots auctioned to the highest bidder. But Ivy Carl suffered every patient's pain. It was so crippling she couldn't work. She got complaints, then fired. To make it worse, during Leila's brain surgery on the richest man's daughter, Ivy dropped dead from a brain hemorrhage. But she woke up, back to the day Leila went viral. This time, Ivy swore to expose the truth behind the pain transfer and make Leila pay.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.