

Her family tortured her to death for a crime she never committed. Then she woke up on the morning of her own coming-of-age ceremony. Julia Cornelius died in her family's dungeon — hung in chains, flogged fifty times, stabbed in the gut — all for the adopted sister everyone loved and the amulet that was never hers. Before she died, she saw the truth: she was only ever a ""villainess"" written on fate's scroll, meant to be sacrificed. Now she's back, one day before it all happens. No more pretending. She shreds her own ceremony gown in front of her brothers. Slaps the family's golden boy across the face. When her fiancé begs to break the engagement, she forces him to swear on the spot he'll never marry any woman from her house. Her father wants her punished? She beats him to it — kneeling before the Emperor himself and asking for the one title no family can touch: Vestal Priestess, guardian of the Sacred Fire. Her mother's amulet hides a sacred spring that heals everything. A plague is sweeping Rome. The doctors are useless. She cures the sick in open square and wakes up famous — the girl they called a family disgrace is now the city's savior. But the man who escorts her to the temple is no ordinary guard. Titus — white-haired, crimson-eyed, commander of the Praetorian Guard, feared by the Emperor himself. He's been watching her since they were children. Her sworn enemy follows her to the temple to destroy her. And this time, Julia is done forgiving.

Lydia, a siren princess with Medusa’s bloodline, disguises herself as a lowly slave and enters Versailles to avenge her sister’s murder.Trapped by the ruthless Prince Louis, she endures humiliation until she finally retrieves her heart. Lydia awakens Medusa’s terrifying power and delivers a legendary revenge.

Quincy Lewis, the Dragon Clan's fourth daughter, vowed to marry her mortal savior, Calvin Luke, and help him rise to power, tolerating one hundred mistakes. Her three brothers followed, disguised as powerful magnates to aid him. Unaware they were her brothers,Calvin grew partial, convinced his mortal love was the key. But each act of despair cost Quincy a dragon bone. With only three left, his final acts of betrayal shattered them all.

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first. I knew she had been reborn too. But she didn't know that Jax was brutally savage with his mates, having torn countless she-wolves apart in his bed during his ruts.

After his first love died, Oscar hated me for ten years. I tried everything to soften him. Nothing worked. "If you really want to please me, go die." The words cut deep. But when the riot came, he threw himself in front of me and was hacked down where he stood. He stared at me as he bled out. "If only… my fated mate hadn't been you." At his funeral, his parents wept. "We should have let him be with Catherine. We forced him to marry her, all because of that damn prophecy." Windvale Pack lived by prophecy. Years ago, the Seer had foretold that if Oscar didn't take his fated mate as his bond-mate, disaster would fall on the pack. I was that fated mate. But now, everyone wished I never had been. Even me. I was driven from the funeral, hollow. Then the Moon Goddess descended. She offered me a chance—ten years back—on two conditions. I would not become Oscar's mate. I would prevent Catherine's death. I said yes without thinking.

After his first love died, Oscar hated me for ten years. I tried everything to soften him. Nothing worked. "If you really want to please me, go die." The words cut deep. But when the riot came, he threw himself in front of me and was hacked down where he stood. He stared at me as he bled out. "If only… my fated mate hadn't been you." At his funeral, his parents wept. "We should have let him be with Catherine. We forced him to marry her, all because of that damn prophecy." Windvale Pack lived by prophecy. Years ago, the Seer had foretold that if Oscar didn't take his fated mate as his bond-mate, disaster would fall on the pack. I was that fated mate. But now, everyone wished I never had been. Even me. I was driven from the funeral, hollow. Then the Moon Goddess descended. She offered me a chance—ten years back—on two conditions. I would not become Oscar's mate. I would prevent Catherine's death. I said yes without thinking.

Emily Porter, an ordinary housewife, finds herself shunned by her mother-in-law for giving birth to a daughter instead of a son. Her husband, Joe Baker, driven by greed for a hefty insurance payout, conspires with his lover to murder Emily. In a calculated move, Joe stages a car accident that leaves Emily in a vegetative state. In a shocking turn of events, he goes as far as to bury his comatose wife alive, only to rush off to marry his mistress moments later. But fate has a twist in store, as Emily awakens, ready to seek justice and reclaim her life.

Catherine Spence, the former Empress Dowager,was murdered, and the emperor’s stepson performed daily blood rituals to summon her spirit. Three years later, she is reborn—not as the empress, but as the emperor’s overlooked and unloved consort, giving her a second chance at life… and at reclaiming what was stolen from her.

A jealous, domineering, romantic warlord marshal drives the story.The original Maeve Wilder didn't accidentally drown—she was murdered. In the treacherous governor's mansion filled with scheming hearts, Maeve must find the real killer to survive. She's the legal wife of Marshal Samuel Graham, while her half-sister serves as his concubine. The mansion also houses the old matriarch (Samuel's grandmother) and four other concubines. Beneath the calm surface lurks deadly danger—even her own husband Samuel avoids her.Surrounded by enemies, Maeve uses her exceptional medical skills and intelligence to gradually earn Samuel's trust and uncover the truth behind her "accidental" fall into the well. One by one, seemingly innocent "accidents" reveal their sinister nature—the mansion is a gilded cage that devours people. Meanwhile, Samuel becomes captivated by Maeve's sudden transformation. From coldly watching her survive dangers to rescuing her from fire and water, Samuel finally realizes—he's fallen for her.

After her father's betrayal destroys her family, Jeri Snider abandons her fortune and disappears, only to be saved by struggling entrepreneur Clayton Lynn. She helps him build his empire in secret, but once he rises to power, he turns on her, even cheating with her relative, July. When July exposes Jeri and sets her up to be assaulted, mysterious tycoon Craig Lawson intervenes. But why does he care? Jeri once left him without explanation, and now his sudden return feels… calculated. Is love the real motive? Or is this marriage just another trap? Jeri must outsmart them all—before she loses everything for good.