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On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

When I opened my eyes, my sister Serena Shaw was kneeling in front of me, sobbing with a fruit knife pressed near her wrist. “Nora, I swear I didn’t mean it. I had too much to drink. I don’t even know how Lucas and I…” I almost laughed. Because I had seen this scene before. In my last life, Serena cried like a victim after sleeping with my fiancé, Lucas Arden. Everyone comforted her. Lucas married her to save her reputation. And I was pushed into a marriage with Graham West, Serena’s abandoned fiancé. Before the wedding, Lucas showed me my name tattooed on his wrist and promised he would only love me. I believed him. I wasted five years beside a husband who wanted my sister, waiting for a man who had married her. Then Serena died. I thought Lucas would finally come back to me. Instead, I found him at the funeral home, holding her photograph like he had lost the love of his life. “She was my wife,” he told me. “Let it go, Nora.” At my birthday party, Lucas and Graham fought over Serena on the rooftop. One had married her. One had never stopped wanting her. While they fought over her, I was shoved into traffic and died under the headlights. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning. This time, I thought I was the only one who remembered. I was wrong. Lucas remembered. Graham remembered. And even with a second chance, both of them still chose Serena. This time, I would not be traded, chosen, or discarded. This time, I would build something none of them could take from me.

In her past life, Xamira was betrayed by her lover and his scheming mistress, enduring eight miscarriages orchestrated by their cruelty before dying in agony. Reborn with vengeance in her heart, she married Jotham Shadforth—the ruthless billionaire who ruled Solthar with an iron fist. To her surprise, he showered her with unwavering devotion, and their passionate union soon blessed them with a child. But as Xamira plotted to make her enemies pay, a dark truth threatened to unravel her new life. Would her second chance end in triumph or tragedy?

Though Lisa's unfaithful husband conspired with his mistress to murder her, she managed to survive the attack. All the while, unbeknownst to them, Lisa is actually the sole daughter of the world's richest man. Quietly, Lisa hatches a plan to make them pay.

In Atlantis, only godblood mermaids are allowed to live. Mudbloods are crushed at birth. I, Princess Rosalie, am a mudblood. My mother used dark magic to hide it. But on the day I gave birth, my husband Xavier discovered the truth, and I died by his hand. Now I'm reborn. I reject Xavier and choose to marry a mute slave instead. They all laugh. They say I've lost my mind. But they don't know the truth. He's not just a slave. He's Pure Godblood. The rarest, most powerful bloodline in Atlantis.

Mia Bennett, a medical genius and billionaire CEO, disguises herself as a beggar to test her boyfriend Dylan’s loyalty—only to get humiliated and dumped. After a twist of fate lands her in a contract marriage with Ethan, Mia is mocked as a gold-digger at his mother’s birthday banquet… until her true identity shocks everyone. Now Dylan wants her back, but Mia’s already chosen the man who truly stood by her side.

Desperate to save her son from a brain tumor, Jessica seeks out her husband, Patrick, only to find he’s betrayed their marriage for his career, hiding in an affair with an officer’s daughter. Patrick cruelly leverages their son’s surgery money to force a divorce—and when he realizes Jessica holds proof of a murder he committed, he frames her to silence her for good. At her lowest point, the army’s top commander, General Wilson, steps in. As they fight for justice together, a new love blossoms...

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

After returning to her biological family in her past life, Ava Devin was severely mistreated by the fake heiress and her three brothers. They even poisoned her and married her off to a dead person. Upon being reborn, Ava uses her past knowledge to send the fake heiress and her brothers behind bars. Eventually, she becomes the chairman of Nash Corp, with absolute authority in her hands.

College student Joyce Reed is framed by her cousin and ends up spending a night with Jeremy Robinson, a powerful figure in Harbor City. Wracked with guilt over betraying her boyfriend, she later discovers that he had long been cheating on her with her best friend.Furious after learning the truth, Joyce impulsively marries Jeremy—only to find out that his true identity is far more shocking than she imagined…

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Irina Petrov may look like a nobody in mechanic overalls, but she is actually the ruthless Mafia Queen who rules New York. She comes to her sister Sasha’s wedding hoping to celebrate her happiness, only to watch Sasha get insulted, used, and betrayed by the groom’s family. They thought they were crushing two helpless sisters. But as the Mafia Queen, how far will Irina go to make them pay?

In her past life, Dahlia Whitmore—the precious heiress of the Whitmore family—was tortured to death by the three foster brothers she grew up with and the scheming scholarship girl, Chloe. After her rebirth, she cuts every tie with them and boldly enters a political marriage with Adrian DeLuca, the mafia heir who proposed to her ninety-nine times before finally winning her hand. Adrian treasures her like a queen—while the three brothers, too late, realize just how much they’ve lost.

Quinn Edith was an ordinary office worker, enduring daily workplace bullying. But his real identity was the young genius who founded a company in his teens, and built the national corporate giant, Wright Group. Three years ago, a betrayal by his subordinate cost him his memory. Since then, he had lived as a bottom-tier salaryman.

My classmate Bianca and I have the same taste. She wants every man I’ve ever dated. She says I’m too naive. That I don't see how powerful men think. She calls it “testing” them for me. She says she’s helping. Then she sleeps with my boyfriend. Then she rubs it in my face. “See? I told you that you can’t handle them. These men are sharks. If it wasn’t for me, you’d have been eaten alive by now.” I choked on my rage. I said nothing. This time, I went behind her back. I went after the king of New York's underworld. When she found out, she made her move. But she has no idea. This man isn't my endgame. He's the trap I set for her.

When Quinn Sanders was just three years old, she was taken in by the Clark family to be raised alongside their son, Bobby, with the intention of them marrying in the future. Over the years, she faced mistreatment, until a chance reunion with her birth mother, Morgan Sanders,who had spent two decades searching for her.Bobby's proposal turned out to be a scheme for financial gain,but at the wedding, Morgan recognized Quinn, uncovering the truth behind her past. The people responsible were held accountable, and mother and daughter slowly began to rebuild their bond through fragmented memories.

In her past life, Yasmin Dalton was blinded by love. After losing her husband, she threw herself at the unscrupulous Charles Zane, raising his children while neglecting her own daughter. In the end, Zane's family mistreated and abandoned her, leaving her to die by the roadside. On the brink of death, Yasmin finally realized her mistake. Reborn, she now has a second chance to write a completely different story and give her daughter the love she deserved.

Three days before my wedding, Adrian canceled it for the fifty-second time. He came to the Palermo workshop to approve my gown’s crest embroidery, but the moment I stepped out from the fitting curtain, he snatched up his holster and radio. “Torino bastards smashed Bianca’s vineyard, surrounded the estate. Lia’s terrified, so I have to go. The wedding is off.” Once, I would have stopped him and demanded to know who mattered more to him, me or Bianca. This time, I simply let him go. Thirty minutes later, Bianca posted an Instagram Story: [You’re the only shelter for me and my daughter.] The photo showed Adrian holding Bianca close, with Lia in his arms, calling him Dad. They looked like a real family. My parents sighed. “Seraphina, is the wedding in Hawaii off again? We’ve already sent the invitations to every renowned Italian family. What will this do to the Bellini family’s honor?” I shook my head, tapping the backup invite. "The wedding goes on. In three days, I’ll still be a bride. Just not Adrian’s."