

As chaos broke out near the river, my mother secretly left me on a piece of driftwood floating down the water.My crying caught the attention of the winning side.They walked over with their guns raised, and one of them pressed a pistol right against my forehead.“Why don't we adopt her?”Since then, I had 109 Daddies in my family.At home, I'm the princess.But in school, things were not so good.Valeria Rossi, a rich older girl from a higher grade,had me cornered in the washroom with her lackeys flanking her.She beat my legs with a hot curling iron that was still plugged in, burning my skin into blackened, torn flesh. The pain was so intense that I broke free from Valeria's thugs and dragged her down the stairs with me.When I wake up, Marcella Greco, dean of Students, berates me angrily.“All Valeria did is beat you up, When someone talks trash and puts their hands on you, you ought to be asking what you did wrong.How dare you plot revenge against her instead!”“Summon your guardian here right away,or forget about leaving!”My guardians—109 Daddies—none of them are ordinary people, and I've been leading a normal life for more than a dozen years in order not to cause them any trouble.But if trouble shows up at my door, then I can't help it.“Are you sure you want to meet my guardians, Ms. Greco?”

Underworld queen Cecilia quits the game to be a housewife for her wife-crazed husband until his manipulative ex-girlfriend comes back with a rich backer to kick her out at a family banquet.She slaps the ungrateful sister-in-law, chokes the ex, leaks the mother-in-law's cheating pics, and then fakes helplessness the second her husband shows up to destroy the ex. After he beats the crap out of the ex, Cecilia leans down to sneer in her ear: "I can wipe out your whole family in 2 seconds.How dare you mess with me?"

The most popular girl from my high school is getting married. She invites everyone in our class to the wedding. I want to act like I don't see the message, but she deliberately tags me in the group chat. "You kept pretending to be a rich girl like me in high school, but I don't hold it against you. In fact, I'll allow you to attend my wedding tomorrow to see what the rich life is like." The other classmates speak up. "You're so generous, Haley. It's no wonder you can marry someone from the Baumer family. I can't believe you can even forgive someone as materialistic as Emma!" "Does someone like Emma Larkin even deserve to attend Haley's wedding? She's so full of herself." As the insults become worse, Haley Stockwell steps forward to keep the peace. "Come on, let's put this behind us. I'm not bothered by these things since it's been so long. Anyway, let's not bear a grudge against Emma when she's already so poor and ugly." Everyone in the group chat starts singing her praises and calling her kind and innocent. I sneer. Haley is the one who kept pretending to be rich—I'm the true heiress from an affluent family, yet she made me out to be a liar. She turned me into the target of everyone's insults. I check the digital wedding invitation to see that the venue is my villa. The groom looks familiar—isn't he my husband's driver? I smile at the thought of what's going to happen. I reply, "Sure! I have to attend your wedding!"

I was once the most feared crime boss on the East Coast. I left that life behind for my son, Cooper, built a company, and moved to a wealthy neighborhood in search of peace.Then my neighbor, Brenda, accused Cooper of assaulting her eighteen-year-old daughter—and demanded five million dollars for her silence. When I refused, they took me to court with bruises, recordings, and DNA evidence. My company’s stock crashed, protesters surrounded the courthouse, and the entire internet branded my son a monster.But while they performed their carefully rehearsed tragedy, I remained calm.Because the “criminal” they described was someone they had clearly never met.

ClaireBennett,agiftedrace-cardriver,hadbeeninlovewithDr.EthanCarterfortenyears.Theyheldaweddingandlivedashusbandandwifeforfiveyears,andshealwaysbelievedshewastheloveofhislife—thewomanhehadfoughtdesperatelytowinback.ItwasnotuntilshediscoveredthatthevitaminsEthanhadpreparedforherhadbeenreplacedwithmedicationthatwouldleaveherinfertilethatshelearnedLillianReedwasnoordinarychildhoodfriend,butthewomanEthanhadbeenbetrothedtosincechildhood.EthanandLillianhadlongsinceregisteredtheirmarriageandevenhadasontogether,whilethemarriagecertificateinClaire’spossessionwascompletelyfake.ClairedecidedtotakeupawagerAdrianFosterhadproposedyearsearlierandleaveforgoodintwoweeks.YetEthancontinuedtodeceiveandhurtherwhileimprisoningherinthenameoflove,andLilliandeliberatelycausedacaraccidentthatnearlydestroyedClaire’schanceofeverracingagain.

I was an emergency physician. After finishing a night shift, I had just walked out of the hospital entrance when a colleague from the hospital called me. "Dr. Doherty, hurry back. A critically injured patient was just brought in. The chief wants you to return immediately and help with the resuscitation." I turned around without thinking. But then a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. [Do not enter the operating room! Do not take part in this resuscitation!] [The patient is already dead. If you go in, you will be taking the fall for the hospital director's daughter!] [This patient's family is powerful. You will not only be sentenced to death, your parents will also be forced to jump to their deaths as well!] My steps stopped cold. A few seconds later, my heart tightened. I decided to believe the comments. I would gamble on it. My eyes swept quickly across the ground. I immediately locked onto an uncovered deep shaft on the road. I gritted my teeth, shut my eyes, and threw myself straight into the opening.

I'm an Omega, and I turned out to be the fated mate of the Silvermoon Pack's Alpha. For three years, I walked on eggshells as Luna. I threw myself into studying, night and day. Asked permission for everything. And still, it wasn't enough. "You always lean on me for everything," he said. "How can you ever be a real Luna? Try to be more like Sonya." Sonya Smith. His childhood friend. The gold standard I was supposed to measure up to. So I stopped leaning. When I got hurt protecting the pack, even when the wound ran deep, I bandaged it myself and let it heal on its own. Didn't go crying to him. When the pain hit, I curled up alone and rode it out. Didn't go looking for comfort. And when rogues jumped me and I lost the pup—I went to the pack healer myself and handled it. But my mate regretted it. He used to dream of the day I wouldn't need him anymore. When that day finally came, he realized— it was destroying him.