

The "supreme" who controls half of the world's economic lifelines was willing to stay anonymous and be a kept man for three years, only to be ruthlessly dumped by his gold-digging wife on their wedding anniversary. When the useless ex-husband puts the crown of a trillion-dollar empire back on his head, a global power struggle and deadly revenge begin.

When she was about to give birth, her husband tortured her in a basement to protect his pregnant sister-in-law. His cruelty ultimately killed her and her unborn baby. Little did he know, she is the Mafia Queen. One year later, she returns in her true identity...

Married for five years, Sophia discovers her husband Daniel has long been cheating with her younger sister Casey. She fakes amnesia after a car accident to test them. To cut ties, Daniel lies and claims she is the wife of her elder sister Taylor. Taylor, who fell for Sophia at first sight, plays along and stays by her side. She tempts Sophia step by step — from bold kisses to intimate nights — until Sophia falls completely. When Casey shoves Sophia into a pool in public, Taylor leaps to save her and claims her openly. Daniel is consumed by regret, while Casey goes mad with jealousy. In front of everyone, Sophia takes the initiative to kiss the woman who truly loves her.

While they slice me apart, I desperately call my brother, Nathan Slade. He finally picks up as my consciousness starts to slip and answers in an annoyed voice, "What now?" "Nathan, help—" I don't get to finish before he cuts me off. "Can't you ever go a day without drama? Gemma's graduation is at the end of the month. Miss it, and I swear I'll kill you!" Then, he hangs up without a second thought. The agonizing pain swallows me whole, and my eyes close for good, tears still trailing down my cheeks. Well, good news, Nathan… You won't have to kill me because I'm already dead.
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The wealthiest tycoon's daughter, Eva Stone, conceals her identity to be with the financially struggling Wills Zuck. However, Wills, driven by ambitions to align himself with the influential, betrays her by having an affair with the impostor, Lina Clark, who poses as Eva Stone. In the ultimate revelation, Eva unveils her true identity, delivering a resounding blow to the unfaithful man and deceitful woman in a compelling tale of intrigue and personal triumph.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

May Song died trying to protect her best friend. In her past life, she exposed the affair between Susan Smith's husband and goddaughter, only for Susan to turn on her instead, and May paid for the truth with her life.Given a second chance, May isn't here to warn anyone. This time, she lets it play out and makes sure Susan opens the door herself.

In need of 500,000 dollars for medical treatment, Francis Locke tears down a high-reward fertility ad. Through a series of mishaps, he ends up flash-marrying Lianne Devaney, a wealthy heiress being pressured into arranged dates. Using his decisive methods, Francis helps Lianne resolve her troubles while getting pulled into even greater crises. As they cooperate to survive, their feelings gradually heat up.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.