

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?

Ronald Brady, Death Valley's most gifted assassin, is rewarded with five beauties before leaving training. They are secret killers sent to test him—but he has already mastered absolute ruthlessness. He easily knocks them out and earns the title of number one assassin.Years later, he leaves the mountain and finds the poisoned Mabel Chandler, who is being hunted by Ghost Order assassins. She begs for help, but he coldly pushes her aside.When the assassins mock him, Ronald only glances up—and killing intent instantly engulfs the air.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?
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Ronald Brady, Death Valley's most gifted assassin, is rewarded with five beauties before leaving training. They are secret killers sent to test him—but he has already mastered absolute ruthlessness. He easily knocks them out and earns the title of number one assassin.Years later, he leaves the mountain and finds the poisoned Mabel Chandler, who is being hunted by Ghost Order assassins. She begs for help, but he coldly pushes her aside.When the assassins mock him, Ronald only glances up—and killing intent instantly engulfs the air.

Modern corporate drone Jake Clark died from overworking himself during a late-night gaming session, only to wake up as the idol of Azury!

Kate’s been with Nick for six years—no ring, just excuses. So Kate signs up for a reality show where couples swap partners. Four tempting men. One big question: Is Nick really her forever? Get ready for drama, desire, and a whole lot of temptation.

Diana is blamed for poisoning the Larson family on the eve of her wedding and becomes the most hated criminal in the world. Everyone believes the orphaned girl betrayed the family that raised her and killed them all. But when a live stream reveals her hidden memories, the truth finally comes out. The real killers are exposed, and everyone who condemned Diana is left begging for forgiveness. Her fiancé Victor, who once hated her, spends every day at her bedside, drowning in regret.