

Yelena Colton's father, Jeremy Colton, seizes her mother's inheritance and brings his mistress and her daughter home. He even sells Yelena to a deadly hitman organization. Years later, she returns bloodied but unbroken, determined to take revenge. Guided by Keith Holt, she spares them while ensuring their lives are ruined, marries his grandson, Evan Holt, and together they uncover a deadly conspiracy. In the end, love triumphs over betrayal.

Nancy Shelton sought revenge on her scumbag ex by falsely claiming that Jeffrey Lester, Johnsburg's wealthiest man, was her boyfriend. However, fate took an unexpected turn when Jeffrey overheard her and became intrigued by her. In a surprising twist, he proposed marriage to bring good fortune to his terminally ill grandmother. They agreed that once his grandmother recovered, they would part ways. But as time passed, love began to blossom between them. Jeffrey soon discovered that Nancy was the legendary Dr. Raven he had been searching for. What started as a marriage of convenience transformed into a passionate love story.

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.

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.