

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

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.

Emilia is the reincarnation of Saintess Natasha, who died in battle 70 years ago. Entering the Royal Academy of Magic as a baron's illegitimate daughter, she excels in magic and swordsmanship, earning a surprise nomination for the Saintess selection. There, Clara and her mother scheme against her, but Emilia inadvertently awakens the mad King Arthur, revealing her true identity.

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

Modern office worker Emily Mason dies from overwork and wakes up in the 1980s as the wife of stone-faced military officer Ethan Hayes, who’s destined to become the world’s richest man. After Ethan injured his leg during flood rescue operations, he fell into depression.The original wife despised him for being disabled and demanded a divorce, hitting her head during the fight. When Emily wakes up and realizes what’s happened, she’s horrified. She also discovers that the war orphan Ethan adopted will become a future billionaire CEO.Emily decides to stay in the 80s and win over both her husband and their adopted daughter, building a fortune together and living the rich wife dream.

Rose Frost, a corporate slave, transmigrated into a tyrant queen, activated a system, survived crises, and rose to rule the galaxy as empress.
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Sophia Smith wakes up as an F-grade duchess bound to four SSS-grade men who all hate her. Forced to survive in a world where women rule and men submit, she uses healing powers and sincerity to change her fate.But Sophia doesn't choose just one. She wants them all.

Northvale's Lady General Lea Mayer returns triumphant from the northern campaigns to visit her sister Ayla. Due to her worn military attire, she's scorned and looked down upon by Ayla's husband, Zaiden. Ayla desperately defends Lea, only to be cruelly betrayed and abandoned by Zaiden. Unable to tolerate this treatment any longer, Lea decides to teach Zaiden's family a lesson on the spot.

Bestselling author Edith has harbored a secret crush on firefighter Nolan for a decade. The two entered into a marriage of convenience to resolve family debts. A café explosion left Edith heartbroken; during the crisis, Nolan saved Nancy—a manipulative woman—but ignored Edith, treating her merely as a wife in name only. After Nancy falsely claimed to be pregnant with Nolan’s child, Edith decided to file for divorce. Nolan pleaded with her to keep up the charade of a loving couple for the sake of his ailing father. Nancy seized the opportunity to stir up trouble, while a colleague of Nolan’s began pursuing Edith, provoking Nolan’s intense jealousy. Nancy staged a miscarriage to frame Edith, but surveillance footage ultimately exposed all her lies. Nolan discovered the love Edith had hidden for years through her novels and began clumsily trying to win her back. Finally, after risking his life to save Edith from a fire and severing ties with Nancy, Nolan devoted himself to healing Edith’s emotional wounds, transforming their pragmatic contract marriage into a genuine, deeply loving union.

To settle her father's debt, Vivian Gray reluctantly accepts Shane Ford's offer of 200,000 dollars to become his wife. On the day they register their marriage, both disguise themselves, unwilling to reveal their true identities. A year later, while working as a hostess at a film festival, Vivian accidentally trips and falls, unintentionally stealing Shane's first kiss. "Get off me!" Shane snaps angrily. "I'm sorry, but... your lips are so soft!" Vivian blurts out. The incident costs Vivian her job, and fate takes a surprising turn when she ends up becoming Shane's assistant.