

After being reborn on the day the apocalypse began, Layla willingly gave the last rescue spot to her former enemy, Lina, Oliver’s first love.In her previous life, Oliver blamed Layla for Lina’s death, tortured her for five years, and eventually threw her into a horde of zombies. After her rebirth, Layla survived alone by climbing a cliff and was rescued by the rescue captain, Ace, who recognized her as his former high school gaming friend. The two eventually fell in love.With two PhDs, Layla was recruited to investigate the virus, while Ace volunteered to protect her. She decisively called off her engagement to Oliver. When her parents tried to force her into the marriage for their own benefit and failed, they cut ties with her.Oliver later knelt and begged for her forgiveness, but Layla coldly refused. In the end, Layla successfully developed a vaccine.

The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.

Julian spent three years giving up his own dreams to support Ivy’s dream of becoming a captain, only to be stood up eighteen times because of her male apprentice, Owen. After one final broken promise, he walked away, resigned from his job, and left for Avalonia to start over. Only after losing him did Ivy realize she had already destroyed the love he gave her. When she finally chased him down, all she received was Julian’s calm goodbye.

The second day after I was transferred back to Los Angeles, I ran into someone I used to know on a street corner. She stepped right in front of me, eyes going wide. “Mia? Mia Rossi? Why would you come back now? Dante's marrying Camille at the cathedral in a week.” Dante was my first love, and also the youngest heir to a mafia dynasty on this side of the Atlantic. He'd made me a promise once: that he'd make the entire Moretti family kneel and welcome me in. We had a deal: the day he officially took over as Don would be the day he married me. But his family had other plans. They arranged a match for him: Camille, a princess from one of Sicily's five great families. Pure bloodline, the genuine article. At first, Dante swore up and down she meant nothing to him. Less than nothing. Then I started noticing how he looked at her. Softer every time. Like he was falling. One night, riding home after a shift at the bar, Camille's car came out of nowhere and took me down. The gas tank caught, and half the block reeked of burning rubber and scorched metal. I was pinned under the wreckage, blood seeping from the back of my skull down my neck, warm at first, then cold. Dante was the first one there. He beat the ambulance. The first thing he did was walk past me. He crouched down, lifted Camille out of the passenger seat, and didn't look at me once, just dropped a few words over his shoulder: “I already called an ambulance. Hang tight. Camille's had too much to drink. I need to get her home.” That was the moment I was done with him. Completely, finally done. While he was gone, I discharged myself. I bought the farthest plane ticket I could find that same night and left without looking back. Five years passed. “Mia, you have no idea.” The woman grabbed my wrist, dropping her voice. “Dante spent years turning half of Europe upside down looking for you. You came back at the right time. He still keeps a seat for you every month on his birthday. Camille's too proud for a lot of things

General Henry Nolan is bestowed the title of the North Lord, adorned with the regal ceremonial robe and the legendary Dragon Sword of Astil. Yet, his ascendancy is overshadowed by betrayal from within, leaving him with a shattered mind and crippled legs, while his wife, Jean Shaw, becomes the subject of scorn and ridicule. Young scion Alex Cook, captivated by the allure of Jean’s beauty, seeks to claim her for his own and inflicts a grievous blow upon Henry. However, in an unexpected turn of events, this act triggers a resurgence of Henry’s faculties. From the depths of despair to the pinnacle of power, Henry’s journey, marked by unwavering resolve and unyielding determination, sees him emerge from the shadows with the unwavering support of Jean and her allies. Inspired by his wife's unwavering protection over the years, he vows to safeguard her for all eternity.

Elena Shaw, an orphan once humiliated in the East Hall, is reborn at her imperial marriage banquet. This time, she chooses the gravely wounded yet unparalleled Prince Alex Spencer. After marriage, he miraculously awakens,giving her love, respect, and protection. As their bond grows, Crown Prince Jason Spencer begins to recall memories of their past life.

To test his loyalty, my stepsister, Wendy Lidell, drugged my childhood friend. Then, she shoved me into his room. Unable to watch Connor Gordon suffer, I willingly helped him through the night. In a fit of pique, Wendy ran off and married a cruel mafia don. I got pregnant, and Connor was forced to marry me. At that point, he started to despise me. During the ten long years of marriage, he treated me and our son coldly. But during a flood overseas, he sacrificed his life to get me and our son back on solid land. I failed to keep my grip on him. As he sank into the depths, he looked at me and said, “If we could redo everything, make sure you don’t help me that night.” Those words stung me greatly, and I fainted right away. When I next opened my eyes, I found that I had gone back in time. I had traveled back to the night when Wendy had drugged Connor and locked me in his room.

In her past life, Christie Reynolds made a fateful mistake in love, falling victim to a misjudgment of character that led to a tragic betrayal. Burned to death as a result, she gets a second chance at life through rebirth. Determined to right the wrongs of her past, she vows to marry the man who had courageously rushed into the fire to save her, even if he was known as a notorious playboy. Initially, she marries him out of deep gratitude, but after the wedding, she finds herself showered with an unprecedented level of affection. It seems she is going to be utterly and completely indulged!

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

Sylvie Lockwood, the wild princess of the Lockwood Pack, has secretly shared a passionate yet hidden relationship with the cold Alpha Fenrir Saxon for three years. When she discovers his heart belongs to another woman, Elise, Sylvie agrees to marry a dying rival heir and even asks her father to disown her. After Fenrir chooses to save Elise in a deadly accident and Sylvie learns their entire relationship was a cruel scheme, she burns their past behind her and disappears—only then does Fenrir realize the woman he truly loved is already gone.