

Olivia Bennett took the fall for her husband Ethan Parker’s “murder charge.” After being sent to Cancún, her passport was stolen, and she lost contact with her husband and their one-month-old son for five years. After enduring immense hardship, she returned to San Francisco, only to find that her son Leo was already calling Ethan’s former fiancée Claire “Mom.” Ethan was not only living with Claire, but also forcing the physically weak Olivia to give blood transfusions to save her. It was only when she heard Ethan admit it with his own mouth before losing consciousness that she realized the so-called murder case, her exile, and the stolen passport were all a scam. Olivia’s heart died completely. She secretly began processing Mexican immigration paperwork, but was then betrayed by her best friend, besieged by public opinion, hurt by Leo, and hunted by Claire. After the consulate rescued the gravely injured Olivia, she formally ended the marriage and returned to the Palm Bay Hotel she had founded in Cancún. Ethan eventually uncovered the suffering she had endured over those five years, and when he saw Claire harm Leo with his own eyes, he finally began to feel remorse. He chased her to Cancún and begged to reconcile, but Olivia would not look back. The elder Mr. Parker forcibly took Ethan away and arranged a marriage alliance for him. Ethan ran away on the wedding day, plunging the Parker Group into public relations, partnership, and compensation crises, and the elder Mr. Parker died of a sudden cerebral infarction as a result. After losing his father, his career, and his healthy son, Ethan completely collapsed, and in the end he and Leo fell into the river below a cliff. When Olivia heard the news, she simply turned off the television and went on to embrace the life that truly belonged to her.

She was the Kingsley heiress who gave up her crown for love. Karina fell for her boss, William, and after one reckless night, carried his child. He married her—but only in secret—while his heart still belonged to Fiona, the woman he could never forget. Years later, Fiona returned with a son, and William made the cruelest choice: embracing another child while abandoning his own. Shattered, Karina clung to her son Galen’s plea: “Give him three more chances.” But with every chance William wastes… Karina edges closer to walking away forever.

My husband cheated with my high school first love, the one I personally betrayed. She hated me to the bone, plotting revenge with precision. But what she didn't know was I heartlessly left her back then to protect her, because I was actually the illegitimate daughter of a corporate chairman. I choose to accept her revenge, to repay that betrayal. Yet between hatred and testing, our buried feelings spiraled out of control. I couldn't help but kiss her. As revenge began to waver, love rekindled. A forbidden romance born from betrayal was about to go beyond control.

Jeff Godwin, a legendary stock trader, dies during a speech and is reborn as 7-year-old Xavier Lee. He finds his new father, Zac Lee, on the brink of suicide after being swindled out of millions by his own apprentice. Armed with Jeff's lifetime of trading instincts, Xavier steps in to save the family. With razor-sharp market moves,he not only clears his father's name and debts but also paves the way for his own spectacular second act in the world of high finance.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

In my previous life, the maid's daughter had swiped my spare card until everyone believed she was the real heiress. When she planted cheat notes on me, no one believed the heiress they adored was a fraud. Father spent his last favors hunting for the truth, only to be reported by her for bribery. The company's stock nosedived, the firm collapsed, and I ended up on the streets, my face slashed by debt collectors until I died in disgrace. Then I woke up in River High, with a second chance to take it all back.

Before Grandpa passed, he left behind two things: a billion-dollar fortune and three matches. He said, "Each of you gets to pick one. Renee, you're the oldest, so you go first." I did not hesitate for even a second and chose the fortune. That left my adopted sister, Vera Gallagher, with nothing but three matches. What none of us could have known was that those three matches were no ordinary matches. Each one, when lit, could make any wish come true. Vera resented our parents for favoring me, so she immediately cursed them a terrible death. Sure enough, Dad suddenly suffered a heart attack and died on the spot, and Mom was hit by a speeding semi-truck on her way to the hospital. I grabbed a kitchen knife and went straight to Vera to settle the score. I growled, "Didn't I tell you that once you turned 18, I would split Grandpa's inheritance with you? Our parents opened their home to you and gave you everything I had growing up. All these years, you ate the same food and wore the same clothes as I did. How could you betray them?!" Vera's face was filled with greed. "Since they chose to adopt me, they should have thrown you away and given me all the good things instead! I don't want your handouts. Once you're all dead, the money will be mine anyway!" With that, Vera sneered and lit the second match. "I wish Renee would be trafficked to some remote backwoods town, forced to carry and deliver eight babies at once, and die from complications!" I was horrified. I emptied my savings and hired over 1000 bodyguards to protect me day and night, making sure there was not a single weak spot. However, one night, every single bodyguard suddenly passed out at the same time, and I was kidnapped and sold deep into the mountains. I was tortured, abused, and forced to endure things no person should ever have to survive. I did not know how much time had passed before I finally swallowed my last breath in agony and humiliation. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the very da

"After serving three years in prison, I’m finally found by my fiancée, Zoe, in an underground fight club. She punches me, insults my scars, and demands that I return home to apologize to Ronald—the man she believes I framed. She has no idea what prison turned me into—or what Ronald really did. Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, he drugged me and sold me at a black-market auction. I was stripped of my dignity and became the laughingstock of the city. But the greatest betrayal wasn’t Ronald’s. The person who signed the papers selling me was Zoe herself"

My husband froze to death in the apocalypse. Reborn, he hoarded supplies for his mistress and left me and our daughter to die. I took his stash, stuck him with a million-dollar debt, and locked him out. Now my five-year-old daughter's supernatural luck builds our empire. Have fun freezing, loser!