

After being taken home from an orphanage by her father Zion Lynn, Zoe Lynn was expecting a warm family. But Zion only used her to trick Chase Reese. He even killed Zoe, who luckily traveled back to the day she got engaged to Chase. This time, how would she unmask Zion's plots to protect her love?

Before we submitted our college applications, the popular girl in our class, the billionaire’s daughter, suddenly said she could get all of us into Harvard or Yale. “My parents donated several buildings to those schools. Getting you all admitted is nothing.” Most of my classmates’ college entrance exam scores were still a long way from those schools, but they believed her. They gave up submitting their own applications and counted on her to pull strings so they could get into college. In my last life, I realized her promise was unreliable. I immediately urged them not to give up on their applications, to keep a backup plan, and I called their parents one by one. But that infuriated the popular girl. She mocked me for being poor and said I did not understand how the upper class worked. She claimed I had ruined everyone’s future. My boyfriend also snapped at me for being jealous. “You’re just jealous that Lissy’s family is rich. You can’t stand the thought of all of us going to Harvard or Yale. So what if you have good grades? You could work your whole life and still never catch up to what her family built over three generations.” For the sake of our three years as classmates, I did not argue with them. But before the deadline, when I found out they still had not submitted their applications, I called the police and exposed the popular girl’s fake identity. The popular girl was condemned by everyone. In despair, she jumped into a river and killed herself. My classmates all said she deserved it and thanked me for saving their futures. But at our class farewell dinner, my boyfriend poisoned my drink, and the entire class watched coldly as I writhed in pain. “At worst, we would have lost our chance at college. Lissy lost her life!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the popular girl claimed she could pull strings for us.

Once branded a cursed Black Dragon, Gary Lewis forges a bond with Yvette Church, an outcast rejected by her own family.Facing conspiracies from the Church family, assassination attempts by Sakuria spies, and crushing class suppression, Gary fights back. He devours to evolve. He wields the power of the virus as both blade and shield. With unstoppable strength, he shatters every prejudice, protecting the one by his side and safeguarding the peace of Dynara.

Her family tortured her to death for a crime she never committed. Then she woke up on the morning of her own coming-of-age ceremony. Julia Cornelius died in her family's dungeon — hung in chains, flogged fifty times, stabbed in the gut — all for the adopted sister everyone loved and the amulet that was never hers. Before she died, she saw the truth: she was only ever a ""villainess"" written on fate's scroll, meant to be sacrificed. Now she's back, one day before it all happens. No more pretending. She shreds her own ceremony gown in front of her brothers. Slaps the family's golden boy across the face. When her fiancé begs to break the engagement, she forces him to swear on the spot he'll never marry any woman from her house. Her father wants her punished? She beats him to it — kneeling before the Emperor himself and asking for the one title no family can touch: Vestal Priestess, guardian of the Sacred Fire. Her mother's amulet hides a sacred spring that heals everything. A plague is sweeping Rome. The doctors are useless. She cures the sick in open square and wakes up famous — the girl they called a family disgrace is now the city's savior. But the man who escorts her to the temple is no ordinary guard. Titus — white-haired, crimson-eyed, commander of the Praetorian Guard, feared by the Emperor himself. He's been watching her since they were children. Her sworn enemy follows her to the temple to destroy her. And this time, Julia is done forgiving.

Hailey Bell, born with a natural allure, was once the glamorous CEO’s wife—until her jealous cousin murdered her. Reborn on her wedding day, Hailey marries Nathan Ward, once a short-lived man. Now thriving and healthy, he and the Ward family prosper, while her ex loses everything and her cousin suffers worse than before. This time, Hailey isn’t just surviving—she’s rewriting destiny.

Chloe was once hailed by the medical world as the recipient of a once-in-a-lifetime love. Her fiancé, the brilliant Professor Sebastian, had supposedly spent ten years developing a miracle drug to save her life.Ten years ago, an explosion tore through the research institute. Chloe rushed into the burning building and dragged Sebastian out. The toxic chemicals permanently damaged her lungs, leaving her with irreversible pulmonary fibrosis. Afterward, Sebastian knelt beside her hospital bed and swore he would cure her.Later, Chloe’s parents died in a car accident, leaving Sebastian in charge of her trust fund and shares in the family business. His image as a devoted scientist saving the woman he loved brought him enormous funding and fame. But only Chloe knew the truth. It was a cruel scheme that used her life as expendable material.The afternoon she received her third critical condition notice, Sebastian was opening champagne at the institute to celebrate the success of the new drug. The treatment that could reverse her condition had completed all clinical trials a year ago. Yet she was the only candidate forbidden from receiving it.Chloe could not wait for death. She had to quietly collect evidence and wait for the right moment to expose him completely.

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.

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.

I was diagnosed with Wolf-Soul Decay Syndrome on my birthday, which meant I was on the verge of death. But my older brother, Alaric Sinclair, bought the only tube of Moonviolet serum—a serum capable of saving my life—just so he could give it to my younger adopted sister, Megan Sinclair. He thought I faked my illness in order to attract everyone's attention. Because of that, I stole the serum when no one was looking and took it. That night, Megan drove away from home in tears, only to be met with a fatal car accident that took her life. I was cast out of my childhood home by my parents. Even my fiance, Kenneth Ravenscroft, who once vowed to protect me, hated my guts. Upon returning to my own home, I ended up dying in a fire that broke out. But what I don't expect is that I've traveled back in time to the third day before my demise. During those three days, I've given up on everything. When I mention that I can give away my spot at the marking ceremony, Kenneth praises me for being an understanding fiancee. When I hand over my design company, which is in the top 500 rank, to Megan, my parents are satisfied with me. "You've finally learned how to be selfless, Evie," they say. But Alaric grabs my hand and roars, "Didn't you claim that you'd never give those things away unless you die? Why are you giving them away now?" That's because I'm about to die, dear brother.

"In her past life, Susan gave birth alone in a hospital to the mafia boss Lucas’s twins—a boy and a girl. But before she could even hold them, the woman in the next bed, Wanda, stole them away. Susan spent two years desperately searching for her children, only to die alone on a foreign street, worn down by grief and exhaustion. It was only after her death that she learned the truth: Wanda had taken the twins, passed herself off as their mother, and lived a life of wealth and privilege that should have been hers for forty years. Then Susan opened her eyes again—and found herself back on the very day she gave birth. This time, when she comes face-to-face with the woman who once stole everything from her, Susan refuses to lose her children again. She’ll take back her twins, expose Wanda’s lies, and make sure the family that fate tore apart—their family of four—finally finds its way back to each other."