

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.

When Lily and her doctor meet in private to discuss a the results of a cancer screening, her husband Mason accidentally overhears. Believing that Lily has cancer, he divorces her, kicks her out of their house, and shacks up with her best friend—all so he can cut her loose before she can drag him down. Just as Lily is left with nothing, she meets Adam: a billionaire CEO who needs a fake relationship to appease his nagging grandfather. Lily and Adam move in together, even as Mason mocks Lily for being on death's door. But what Mason doesn't know is that Lily isn't the one with late-stage cancer—he is!

"In my previous life, I gave everything I had to marry him, only to receive fifty years of cold indifference, betrayal, and my son kneeling by my bedside on my deathbed, begging me to ""let Father go."" Reborn on the very day we were to register our marriage, Sebastian was still the same impatient man, tapping his fingers on the table. This time, I picked up the pen and slowly wrote my sister’s name in the applicant column. Since she was the one you’ve always longed for, I’ll grant your wish. I personally helped her try on wedding dresses, slipped the ring onto her finger, and watched him take her away to the capital. Then I turned around and left for the prestigious finishing school for ladies in Southport, starting from zero, determined to live for myself. I thought the story would end there. But when he discovered that the name on the marriage certificate wasn’t mine, he went mad and came chasing after me."

On her wedding day, Elena dies — betrayed by her fiancé and his mistress, who stole her love, her family’s fortune, and even her organs. But fate gives her a second chance. Revived in the past, Elena won’t be played for a fool again. This time, she’s here for revenge.

After a second chance at life, Sandra escapes the treacherous Sean family and flees with her mother to the Wildes. There, allies Simon and Ryan help her navigate the Seans' treacherous schemes and traps. Culminating in both sweet revenge and a newfound love, Sandra weaves a tale of redemption and triumph.

In her past life, Christie Reynolds made a fateful mistake in love, falling victim to a misjudgment of character that led to a tragic betrayal. Burned to death as a result, she gets a second chance at life through rebirth. Determined to right the wrongs of her past, she vows to marry the man who had courageously rushed into the fire to save her, even if he was known as a notorious playboy. Initially, she marries him out of deep gratitude, but after the wedding, she finds herself showered with an unprecedented level of affection. It seems she is going to be utterly and completely indulged!

In her past life, manipulated by her sister, Janna fell for the wrong man and betrayed her husband, Keith Lane, leading to their tragic death in a fire. Reborn, she resolves to rewrite her fate, protecting and cherishing her husband this time around.

Amy thinks she is going to marry the love of her life, billionaire and her childhood sweetheart Skylor, but it turns out he only wants to wed her in order to torture her. Soon, Amy fakes her own death to escape from the marriage and returns as Ivy to revenge.

A hundred years from now, Kiera Lynn, the strongest spirit master alive, is betrayed and struck down by the four contract-bonded partners she trusted most, the people she thought would stand with her to the end. She opens her eyes again at fifteen, three hundred years in the past, her spirit core still dormant and her pockets empty, with nothing but the memory of exactly how and when each of them will turn on her. This time she means to strike first, hunting down her future enemies before they ever grow strong enough to betray her. But revenge doesn't stay simple for long. The knight she remembers as cold and rigid is, at this age, reckless, hot-blooded, and painfully sincere, practically a walking ray of sunshine. The Declan Cole she remembers as brutal is a starving, battered boy throwing himself between danger and the cub he's desperate to protect. The prophet she remembers as sharp-tongued and untouchable is instead chained half-starved at the top of a tower, forgotten by everyone. And the Wolfsbane Clan's young lord, who seems bright and easygoing on the surface, is quietly carrying a blood debt no one has ever avenged, bullied by the very people who should protect him. One by one, the enemies Kiera came back to kill turn out to be nothing like the monsters she remembers, and her carefully plotted path of vengeance starts pulling her somewhere she never expected to go.

I'm lying here, my body burning from within as the wolfsbane spreads through my veins. Meanwhile, my Alpha mate, Ryan, is giving the antidote I discovered to his childhood sweetheart, Vivian. With what little strength remains, I beg him to spare just a portion of the cure—enough to keep me alive for a few more days while I search for another remedy. Ryan doesn't even glance my way. He snarls, "I can't believe you're faking illness when Vivian is fighting for her life! Control your jealousy before I lose all respect for you!" Under his command, I'm confined to my quarters to "contemplate my sins." In the end, the wolfsbane consumes me completely. When Ryan discovers what he's done, he digs my grave with his own hands, howling with regret that comes too late.