

At six, Yael Gould—secretly a wealthy heiress—is adopted by the Judds as Jim Judd's blood donor and chooses to stay by his side. Years later, they marry, but everything changes when Mona Leed returns from abroad. Jim's coldness cuts deep, and when he refuses to save her after a car crash, Yael's heart finally shatters. By the time Jim realizes he's in love, Yael is already out of reach.

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.

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.

After entering a magical world, Hank Clark awakens a system. He acquires the Three Realms Blacksmith Shop and unparalleled crafting power. He upgrades the Great Monkey Sage’s staff, making it strong enough to shatter Sage artifacts. This shocks the celestial world! Even the Grand Sage seeks his help, yet Hank remains blissfully unaware of his true power.

My coworkers and I are forcibly dragged into a bizarre game with the initial title displayed as "War of the Plants". Everyone crowds around to choose camps or safe houses with abundant water resources. I am the only one who picks a plastic apartment in the desert with no water or electricity. My female supervisor mocks me in front of everyone, saying I must be out of my mind. No one is willing to team up with me, and they even bet I won't last three days. When choosing abilities, everyone rushes for practical powers like spatial storage or metal control. I, however, choose reverse photosynthesis that allows me to gain energy from air humidity. Everyone immediately mutes me in the game. Clearly, no one wants to hear my desperate cries for help later. But when the system revokes team permissions and administrator functions, everyone is stunned. The game's name is reset to "Magnet Apocalypse".

The witch told us my older sister would die at sixteen, and her prophecies had never been wrong. From that moment on, my sister became the most important one in the family. The best venison was saved for her. The rare white fox fur was given to her. Every night, our parents told her bedtime stories. I knew she was pitiful, but I still felt hurt and resentful. Then, on the day she turned sixteen, a sharp pain spread through my chest. Afraid I would cause trouble, my parents locked me in the basement. “Mom, please…” I cried, pounding on the door. “I can feel my wolf spirit getting weaker. Let me out…” However, Mom said without hesitation, “No! Today is an important day for your sister. “She only has one day left. Just bear with it…” When I finally closed my eyes and my soul drifted out of my body, I saw the living room filled with warm candlelight. My parents were holding my sister who was alive and well as they cried. Only then did I realize that the witch’s prophecy had never been wrong. The one meant to die was never my sister.

Eight-year-old Ava Miller has spent her entire childhood living in the shadow of her older sister, Sophie, who suffers from brittle bone disease. To keep Sophie from feeling hurt, Ava is not allowed to run or jump. She cannot have toys of her own, and over time, she learns to give all of their parents’ love and attention to her sister. On Ava’s eighth birthday, their mother suddenly realizes that Ava has grown taller than Sophie. In a moment of anger, she lashes out: “Why couldn’t you have been the sick one? Why couldn’t it have been you who died?” Those words completely shatter Ava. What no one knows is that just one week earlier, Ava had also been diagnosed with the same inherited brittle bone disease. Afraid of adding even more medical debt to the family, she keeps the diagnosis a secret. Instead, she takes her mother’s cruel words as one final thing she is supposed to do for the family. Ava takes an overdose of medication and dies. But her spirit remains inside the house. She watches helplessly as Sophie later dies in an accident, and as their mother places all the blame on Ava, never realizing that the daughter she is accusing is already dead. Several days later, Ava’s parents finally break open the door to her locked bedroom. Inside, they find her medical records, her awards, and the money she had carefully saved for Sophie. Only then do they understand the truth. Ava had never been jealous of her sister. She had simply wanted so desperately to be a good child—one who never caused trouble, never became a burden, and never made life harder for anyone

Lily Turner finds herself entangled in an unusual twist of fate as she is forced into marriage with Liam as part of a superstitious ceremony believed to dispel his bad luck. Inadvertently, she reveals her identity as the descendant of the miracle doctor. From that moment forward, Lily and Liam join forces, working tirelessly to reclaim her mother's assets and exact justice on her evil stepmother. Along the way, she successfully cures Liam's terminal illness.

Planning to fake her own death on a cruise, Lucy Hart calls her friend, Cecelia Lent, asking her to prepare a hyper-realistic disguise mask. She needs to escape Joseph Parker, the man who had sent her to serve eight years in prison for the sake of Eden Parker. Outraged on Lucy's behalf, Cecelia warns her not to make any more meaningless sacrifices for Joseph. Just as footsteps approach, Lucy hastily hangs up.

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."