

My husband, Dante, is the most untouchable Don of the Vance family in New York. He has one unbreakable rule: After 9 p.m., if he's out on family business, he does not take calls. I understood his devotion to the family, so for five years, I did my best never to disturb him. Until last night, when I was driving alone past the docks and walked straight into an ambush by a rival family's armed men. In a panic, I called Dante, begging him to save me. The phone rang for what felt like forever. When he finally picked up, his voice was ice-cold: "Nora, we've been married a long time. As the Donna of the Vance family, you should know the rules." Then he hung up. That night, I barely escaped the hail of bullets by the skin of my teeth. I spent the night in the hospital. But when I came home the next morning, all I got was a reproachful look. He accused me of interrupting a critical family shipment deal—and of sending a fake distress signal. I knew how hard he worked, so I swallowed my hurt. But later, when I used his computer, I accidentally saw his call log. One contact had been calling him almost every single night—always after nine. For five full years. I knew that number. It belonged to Alexa, the Vance family's Capo. The woman everyone in the family had agreed, for all these years, was the one truly fit to stand beside Dante. In that moment, every ounce of suppressed hurt came flooding back. After I calmed myself, I picked up my phone and found an invitation I'd received a few days ago—to an international art exhibition. And I clicked "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.

My husband, Dante, is the most untouchable Don of the Vance family in New York. He has one unbreakable rule: After 9 p.m., if he's out on family business, he does not take calls. I understood his devotion to the family, so for five years, I did my best never to disturb him. Until last night, when I was driving alone past the docks and walked straight into an ambush by a rival family's armed men. In a panic, I called Dante, begging him to save me. The phone rang for what felt like forever. When he finally picked up, his voice was ice-cold: "Nora, we've been married a long time. As the Donna of the Vance family, you should know the rules." Then he hung up. That night, I barely escaped the hail of bullets by the skin of my teeth. I spent the night in the hospital. But when I came home the next morning, all I got was a reproachful look. He accused me of interrupting a critical family shipment deal—and of sending a fake distress signal. I knew how hard he worked, so I swallowed my hurt. But later, when I used his computer, I accidentally saw his call log. One contact had been calling him almost every single night—always after nine. For five full years. I knew that number. It belonged to Alexa, the Vance family's Capo. The woman everyone in the family had agreed, for all these years, was the one truly fit to stand beside Dante. In that moment, every ounce of suppressed hurt came flooding back. After I calmed myself, I picked up my phone and found an invitation I'd received a few days ago—to an international art exhibition. And I clicked "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.

On their fifth anniversary, Emily discovers that she has merely been a “stand-in” for her boyfriend’s first love, Evelyn. Emily immediately breaks up with Ethan and returns to her old life as an up-and-coming researcher. Having long concealed her status as a brilliant scientist, she earns the support of Daniel, the youngest professor at a prestigious university, and ranks first in gaining admission to the PhD program under her dream advisor. Through hard work and resilience, Emily proves her worth to others and simultaneously exposes the carefully constructed persona that Evelyn built for herself. Only then does David realize exactly what Emily is truly capable of, as well as the love she poured into their relationship, leaving him filled with nothing but deep regret as he watches her flourish in her newly reclaimed life.

"""After I lost the baby, I gave up everything my mate, Alpha Rhydian, hated. I stopped using our bond to sense where he was. I could sleep soundly even when he didn't come back to our bedroom all night. I didn't even tell him when a rogue's silver blade sliced my arm during a border skirmish. The pack doctor told me to notify my family. I just answered calmly, """"I don't have a family."""" The doctor recognized me. """"You're the Luna. Alpha Rhydian is at headquarters. Should I inform him?"""" I shook my head gently. """"No, don't."""" But half an hour later, Rhydian came anyway. His tall frame cast a shadow over me, his voice ice-cold. """"You're hurt. Why didn't you call me through the mind link?"""" I lowered my eyes. """"It's just a scratch. No need to bother the Alpha."""" A low growl rumbled in his chest. The air crackled with his fury. He was about to speak when a guard whispered outside the door, """"The Alpha cares so much for Isla. She just pricked her finger on a rose thorn, and he gave her the pack's most precious moonlight herb."""" I saw his jaw clench. His gray-blue eyes shot to me, searching for the jealous rage I always used to show. I gave him nothing. Not even a blink. I just leaned back against the cheap hospital pillows and closed my eyes. But Rhydian's composure finally shattered. """

"I loved him for three years. I gave up my noble identity, hid my cursed bloodline, and endured endless humiliation just to stay by his side. Until the night of his childhood friend Charlotte’s ascension ceremony — when she poisoned my blood wine and triggered my blood nucleus eruption in front of the entire coven. I lay on the cold marble floor, begging for help, my golden blood spilling everywhere… but my fiancé, Ethan Cross, Lord of the Shadowfang Coven, coldly told me to stop acting and toasted to her instead. They laughed. They mocked. They poured silver liquor into my open wounds while I crawled like a dying dog. That night, my father — the feared Patriarch of the ancient Reece Clan — stormed in with his elites and dragged me out of hell. Three months later, I returned as the undisputed Prima Donna of the Eternal Night Theater, more radiant and powerful than ever. Ethan, now broken and regretful, kneels before me, begging for a second chance. "

To save her gravely ill grandmother, Luna is forced to marry Victor, a twisted old werewolf, for two million dollars, and breaks up with Kael, the man she has loved for three years. After moving into the mansion, she is horrified to discover that Kael is Victor's son and the Alpha of the Wolf Pack. Living under the same roof, Kael despises her as his father's new woman, while Victor's abuse pushes Luna's dormant Moonlit Bloodline to awaken. As Kael searches for his fated mate, he finally realizes Luna is the woman he has been looking for all along. Together, they break through forbidden identities and family opposition, fight back against Victor, and step into the light.

In her previous life, when Marlene's son falls ill, she calls her husband Wesley Hoffman for assistance, hoping he can contact their family doctor. However, Wesley claims that his best friend's son is also sick, and the doctor is attending to that child. As a result, their own son dies due to delayed medical treatment. When Marlene finds herself reborn to the time before her son's illness, her first action is to divorce that guy.
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Fiona marries Nathan to return a favor, but he cheats on her,humiliates her, and pushes her to the edge. She gives birth prematurely, bleeds heavily, and almost dies. Totally disillusioned, she decides to strike back. She announces at a press conference that she is the other woman, fakes her death, and escapes to another city. Five years later, she becomes a famous designer.When Nathan finds out she is still alive, he obsessively hunts her down. He tries to use their child and money to win her back. However, Fiona will never look back.

For five years, Luna Stone pretends to be deaf and mute, not for herself, but to help Sean Porter survive his darkest years. Quietly, she also funnels her parents' entire inheritance into keeping his studio afloat. She asks for nothing. She says nothing. Then Sean recovers his hearing, his studio becomes a company, and life turns good again. In an unguarded moment,he says out loud what he actually feels: he never wanted to marry her. His heart still belongs to someone else. Luna hears every word. She walks away without making a scene, and into a waiting arrangement with Kilan Arden, the man she was always supposed to find.
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For five years, Luna Stone pretends to be deaf and mute, not for herself, but to help Sean Porter survive his darkest years. Quietly, she also funnels her parents' entire inheritance into keeping his studio afloat. She asks for nothing. She says nothing. Then Sean recovers his hearing, his studio becomes a company, and life turns good again. In an unguarded moment,he says out loud what he actually feels: he never wanted to marry her. His heart still belongs to someone else. Luna hears every word. She walks away without making a scene, and into a waiting arrangement with Kilan Arden, the man she was always supposed to find.