

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Ophelia gave up her studies to marry the wealthy Clyde and raise their five-year-old son, Felix. Behind their seemingly perfect marriage, Clyde had secretly married Ophelia’s best friend, Eleanor. He even staged a car accident and pretended to be critically ill so he could take Eleanor to see the Northern Lights. When Felix was bitten by a venomous snake and urgently needed Rh-negative blood, Eleanor refused to help. Ophelia soon discovered that Clyde had arranged the attack to conceal his betrayal. After saving Felix at great cost, she filed for divorce, gave up all marital assets, and sought only sole custody of her son. Clyde tried to stop her while continuing to favor Eleanor. When he endangered Felix again by handing him over to human traffickers on a psychic’s advice, Ophelia finally left the country with her son and completed the divorce. Only after losing them did Clyde regret his actions. Eleanor, rejected by Clyde and his family, miscarried and became vengeful. Clyde later tracked Ophelia down abroad, but his jealous attempt to force a reconciliation ended with his arrest. After his release, Eleanor burned down Clyde’s family home, killing his parents. His company collapsed, leaving him bankrupt and alone. Meanwhile, Ophelia returned to scientific research and built a happy new life with Felix and archaeologist Darian.

ClaireBennett,agiftedrace-cardriver,hadbeeninlovewithDr.EthanCarterfortenyears.Theyheldaweddingandlivedashusbandandwifeforfiveyears,andshealwaysbelievedshewastheloveofhislife—thewomanhehadfoughtdesperatelytowinback.ItwasnotuntilshediscoveredthatthevitaminsEthanhadpreparedforherhadbeenreplacedwithmedicationthatwouldleaveherinfertilethatshelearnedLillianReedwasnoordinarychildhoodfriend,butthewomanEthanhadbeenbetrothedtosincechildhood.EthanandLillianhadlongsinceregisteredtheirmarriageandevenhadasontogether,whilethemarriagecertificateinClaire’spossessionwascompletelyfake.ClairedecidedtotakeupawagerAdrianFosterhadproposedyearsearlierandleaveforgoodintwoweeks.YetEthancontinuedtodeceiveandhurtherwhileimprisoningherinthenameoflove,andLilliandeliberatelycausedacaraccidentthatnearlydestroyedClaire’schanceofeverracingagain.

In an ABO werewolf world, Leno is an Omega who has spent years disguising himself as a Beta. His only goal is to find his older brother, who mysteriously disappeared after a deadly trial seven years ago. To hide his true identity, Leno relies on potions from the wizard Lancelot to suppress his pheromones and survive among the dangerous werewolf clans. Before the trial begins, Leno's secret is exposed by his long-time rival, Alpha Kris. With no other choice, the two enter into a fake mate contract: Kris will help Leno conceal his Omega identity, while Leno will help Kris deal with pressure from his powerful family. Forced to live and train together, the two enemies slowly move from suspicion and hostility to trust, attraction, and unexpected feelings. But threats from Leno's stepmother Susan, Ethan, and their ruthless trial opponents continue to close in, putting Leno's hidden identity at risk. In the end, Leno and Kris survive the brutal trial side by side and earn the right to enter the human world. Through a letter left behind by his brother, Leno finally learns to let go of his obsession with the past and begins choosing a future for himself.

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.