

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

Deceived by her fiancé and betrayed by her family, Nina Sand loses everything—her fortune and even her life. Her death is staged as a suicide, and her soul lingers at her funeral, seething with rage yet powerless. Then, the obsessed military governor Jensen Stewart storms in, kills her betrayers, and takes his own life. Only then does Nina realize his love, vowing to marry no one but him in her next life.

For three years, Theo Ridge thought he had a loyal wife in Lindsay Atkins—until he discovers her affair with Henry Skye. Determined to make them pay, Theo joins forces with Henry’s wife, Aria Keys, to plot the ultimate revenge. Unrepentant, Lindsay leaves Theo and even her family and reputation behind, confident in Henry’s wealth and promises. The pair plan to take over Aria’s company and secure their future.

Deceived by her fiancé and betrayed by her family, Nina Sand loses everything—her fortune and even her life. Her death is staged as a suicide, and her soul lingers at her funeral, seething with rage yet powerless. Then, the obsessed military governor Jensen Stewart storms in, kills her betrayers, and takes his own life. Only then does Nina realize his love, vowing to marry no one but him in her next life.

Rebelling against her perfect life, high school senior cheerleader Brooke falls into a hot and heavy romance with transfer student and new QB Nate. Everything seems perfect. Until she discovers that Nate has a very dark side.

Planning to fake her own death on a cruise, Lucy Hart calls her friend, Cecelia Lent, asking her to prepare a hyper-realistic disguise mask. She needs to escape Joseph Parker, the man who had sent her to serve eight years in prison for the sake of Eden Parker. Outraged on Lucy's behalf, Cecelia warns her not to make any more meaningless sacrifices for Joseph. Just as footsteps approach, Lucy hastily hangs up.

At eight, Isabella Wyatt witnesses her neglected, pregnant mother's death at the hands of her half-sister—and is accused of slander when she tells her father the truth. From that day on, she lives in torment until she meets Kieran Fletcher, whom she believes is her salvation. Deeply in love, she dreams of winning his heart and finally finding happiness in her miserable life, convinced that perseverance will see her through—only to be shattered by a cold, unforgiving betrayal.

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

Everyone in the family can see the countdown above Eli Nash, my brother, so we all know he dies the day he turns 16 years old. Thus, Eli becomes the most pampered person in the family. He gets all the good food, the latest limited-edition sneakers, and even the bedtime stories from Mom and Dad. I feel very bad for him, yet I am jealous of all the love he receives. I finally make it to the eve of his 16th birthday. But Mom and Dad fear that I will cause trouble, so they lock me in a storage room while I am suffering from a high fever. I panic as I bang on the door. "Please let me out, Mom! I'm running a fever, and my head hurts so badly!" Mom snaps through gritted teeth, "That's enough, Ash! Eli is going to die tomorrow! Why can't you just put up with it?" "I feel really sick, though…" I start losing consciousness as the sounds outside the door die down.