
![[ENG DUB] The Day I Stopped Being Her](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Everyone thought Wynne Lynch was Nolan Griffin's simp, shielding him from drinks and knives, willing to be the most humble secretary by his side. In truth,Wynne got close to Nolan only because she saw him as a stand-in for her late lover, Nathan Griffin, and also to fulfill his dying wish: to take care of Nolan for seven years. During those seven years, Nolan allowed Rowena Sutter to humiliate and hurt Wynne without restraint. From life-or-death races to high-altitude skydives, Wynne repeatedly risked her life for Nolan. Yet when Nolan finally realized his own feelings, Wynne had already accumulated enough disappointment and resolved to leave.

My parents once treated me like a princess, buying me a lavish home, braving the rain to get me cake, and filling albums with my smiles before I turned five.After my sister was born, I lowered the air conditioner by just one degree to keep her cool, only for my mother to slap me and lock me in the refrigerator, saying, "Stay in there until you've learned your lesson." They forgot to unlock the lock, but at five years old, I couldn't escape, just as I couldn't escape being forgotten. It was our neighbor who broke down the door to save me. My parents thought I had died, and when they saw me return, they broke down in tears, begging for forgiveness.

My younger sister and I spent ten years fighting over Rowan Vale, the Alpha of Silver Ridge Pack. In my first life, I became his mate. Everyone said he was obsessed with me. Why else would he keep me carrying litters for seven years and give Silver Ridge six heirs? When I went into labor with the seventh, I nearly bled out. Rowan sent the healers away and forced wolfsbane down my throat himself. Only then did he tell me the truth. If it were not for the fact that only a daughter of the Hart bloodline could bear pureblood Alpha heirs, he said, he never would have claimed me at all. I had been useful for one thing only: giving him heirs. Now that he had enough, I had none. I died hating him. In my second life, I handed the bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack to my sister. “Go,” I told her. “You’re the one he wants.” Five years later, she was sent back to me half-starved, shaking, and marked by restraints. Through sobs, she told me Rowan had never loved her either. He had kept her because she was still a Hart daughter, because she could give him heirs, and because her scent could calm him during rut. She died less than two months later. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my third life. The unsigned bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack lay on the table between us, and my sister and I could only stare at each other. Who, exactly, did that Alpha want?

Claire Gould, the heiress of a billion-dollar conglomerate, conceals her identity to repay a life-saving favor by marrying a commoner. Little did she know that after personally guiding her husband's company to become a multimillion-dollar conglomerate on the brink of going public, he callously casts her aside, opting to marry the niece of the wealthiest man in town.Post-divorce, Claire's true identity is exposed, leading to a satisfying comeuppance for the deceitful ex-husband and his conniving new wife. Despite his regret, it's too late for him to reclaim what he lost. Claire finds herself adored and cherished by three influential and eligible bachelors, leaving her ex-husband to rue the day he let go of the woman now embraced by the affections of powerful suitors.

Rescued by Gabriel three years prior, Jennifer Gibson marries him, only to face betrayal from his family. Jennifer, aiding Gabriel in secret, realizes their deceit. Three years later, she awakens to reclaim her status as the Wealthiest Heiress.

Sierra was originally the true daughter of the Jenkins family, but she was framed by Nicole and expelled from the Jenkins family. After her rebirth, she relied on her memories to dig for treasures and obtain funds to invest in projects that competed with the Jenkins family. At the investment conference, she fearlessly faced Nicole's slanders and the Jenkins family's suppression, successfully turning the tables. Later, she exposed Nicole's malicious deeds, causing her to suffer the consequences of her own actions. Ultimately, Sierra let go of her past and joined hands with her friends to embark on a new life.
![[ENG DUB] You Can Live Well Alone](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Sierra was originally the true daughter of the Jenkins family, but she was framed by Nicole and expelled from the Jenkins family. After her rebirth, she relied on her memories to dig for treasures and obtain funds to invest in projects that competed with the Jenkins family. At the investment conference, she fearlessly faced Nicole's slanders and the Jenkins family's suppression, successfully turning the tables. Later, she exposed Nicole's malicious deeds, causing her to suffer the consequences of her own actions. Ultimately, Sierra let go of her past and joined hands with her friends to embark on a new life.

At the end of the Qrento era, wars rage across the land. Josh Cohen transmigrates into a hopeless gambler—flat broke, yet with a beautiful wife and a stunning younger sister-in-law. Their home is empty, not even a scrap of food to spare. Just then, his wife, Eloise Sutton, brings a steaming bowl of porridge. “Yesterday… that was my fault. I shouldn’t have drugged you,” she says.

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.

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.