

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

On the night she wins Best Actress, Nicole Clark transmigrates into a disgraced noblewoman in Teswil.Plain-faced and powerless, she is bound to a system that allows her to alter her beauty to survive.Desperate to rise, she takes a beauty pill and gains a stunning appearance. In the imperial garden, she meets Logan Hart, and they grow close without knowing his identity. But when the effect fades and her face returns, the shifting appearances spark confusion, and their fragile bond falls into misunderstanding.

Vivian saves Enrique, the CEO of York Group, and unexpectedly gets pregnant, resulting in a lame leg.Eight months later, she gives birth prematurely to a baby boy.To pay for her son's medical expenses, Vivian works tirelessly to earn money. Meanwhile, Enrique is also searching for Vivian, vowing to lavish her with all his love!

Forced to drop out of school and abandoned by everyone she trusted, pregnant Chloe Dawson flees her life of despair. She never dares to hope for love—until Ethan Merce arrives, resolved to uphold his promise and shield her at all costs. When long-buried secrets surrounding her true identity come to light, Chloe Dawson reunites with her biological family. All the sorrows and regrets of her past fade away, leading her to a hard-won happy ending alongside the man who has chosen her time and time again.

When my CEO wife, Nina Wynn, learned I voluntarily handed a multimillion-dollar project to her favorite assistant, Zach Channing, she thought her three-month cold treatment finally worked. Beaming, she suddenly suggested we fly to Ivesland for our long-delayed honeymoon. When Zach found out, he became jealous and threatened to quit. Panicked, she spent three days and nights comforting him, then canceled our honeymoon again with the excuse of a business trip, giving him my ticket instead. Later, she casually explained to me, "Romance is trivial. Work comes first. As the boss, I have to prioritize. You’re my husband; you should understand." I looked at Zach’s latest social post, which was a photo of the two of them leaning intimately with their hands forming a heart, and said nothing. I only nod. Thinking I’d become more thoughtful and obedient, she was pleased. She even promised to make it up to me with a more romantic honeymoon when they got back home. However, unbeknownst to her, I’d already resigned. The divorce papers were already signed, and there was no future for us ever again.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

In her previous life, Celeste Moore was betrayed by her fiancé and stepsister, losing everything—her engagement, her innocence, her future. In the end, she perished in a medical accident. Now, reborn to the moment she met Shane Leigh, she decides to marry this man who is fourteen years her senior, and cast her ex-fiancé out of her life. This time, Celeste is determined to correct the wrongs of her past, redefine her life, and take control of her own future.

Luna Snow, once a cherished heiress, is bartered away by her mother to Yves Raven, a possessive powerhouse, all so she can keep living in luxury.On the day she is meant to marry Yves, Luna runs, only to stumble into the domain of Perry Hall, a notorious underground racer. Unbeknownst to all, behind this seemingly ruthless man lies another hidden identity. And so begins a love story that is equal parts thrilling and dangerous.

Seraphina, a six-winged Seraph, was framed by her adoptive sister Aurelia and brutally slaughtered by demons in the Abyss. Seven days after her death, her spirit watched as her parents busied themselves with their adopted daughter, utterly indifferent to her disappearance. By the time they finally discovered that the mangled remains belonged to their own biological daughter, Seraphina had already vanished, consumed by despair. Her hatred coalesced into her return as Astrea, the eight-winged Angel of Judgment; she turned the tables on her tormentors, exacting a retribution a hundredfold for the abuse she had suffered. With her vengeance fulfilled, she transformed into a star, and the power of her eight wings chose the orphan Lilith to carry on the legacy of hope.

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow." But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from? So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house. The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly. The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like. I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence. They were about to learn the price of betraying a mafia princess.