

The apocalypse came. As other nations fell, Hiana alone fought.Tyson Calhoun used the DevourPro System, evolved into the Creation Dragon, crushed the deities, and saved his land.

Ethan Dalton was once a squeegee kid, washing cars on the street—until Richard Harrington changed his life with a single act of kindness.Fifteen years later, Ethan comes back as a rising aerospace tycoon—only to discover Richard has been betrayed by his adopted children, stripped of his company, and pushed to the brink. Now that Ethan is back, can Richard’s ungrateful family survive the revenge of the boy they never saw coming?

Ethan Dalton was once a squeegee kid, washing cars on the street—until Richard Harrington changed his life with a single act of kindness.Fifteen years later, Ethan comes back as a rising aerospace tycoon—only to discover Richard has been betrayed by his adopted children, stripped of his company, and pushed to the brink. Now that Ethan is back, can Richard’s ungrateful family survive the revenge of the boy they never saw coming?

I grew up abroad. My mother feared I might marry a foreign man, so she arranged an engagement for me with a talented and handsome man in Flodon. She insisted that I return home to get engaged. I came back and started shopping for an engagement dress at a luxury boutique. I selected an off-white strapless gown and decided to try it on. Suddenly, a woman nearby glanced at the dress in my hand and told the saleswoman, “That’s a unique design. Let me try it.” The saleswoman immediately yanked it out of my hands. I protested indignantly, “Excuse me, I was here first. Don’t you understand the principle of ‘first come, first served’? Or do you just not care about common decency?” The woman scoffed and retorted, “This dress costs $188,000. Do you really think a broke nobody like you can even afford it? “I’m Lucas Goodwin’s sister in all but blood. He’s the chairman of Goodwin’s Group. In Flodon, the Goodwin family sets the rules.” What a coincidence! Lucas Goodwin was my fiance! I immediately called him and said, “Hey, your ‘sister in all but blood’ just stole my engagement dress. Do something about it.”

Lisa Grant bought a wedding house for her daughter-in-law. When she gladly brought her old friend Helen Roy to see the house, a woman stopped them by the door. Who was she? Before they could figure it out, the woman pointed at Lisa's nose and started insulting her, calling her a thief...
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Yara, hailed as a business genius, repays her fiancé Charles's life-saving act by helping him build a company from scratch and granting him ten chances to make mistakes. Thanks to her drive, his firm quickly takes root in the capital but still can't go public, so Yara travels overseas to open new markets. Three years later,she comes back exhausted to a changed Charles, now harsh and,influenced by his cousin Sophia, constantly hurting her. When he exhausts all ten chances,Yara ends the engagement, and that very day Charles's company falls into crisis.

Yara, hailed as a business genius, repays her fiancé Charles's life-saving act by helping him build a company from scratch and granting him ten chances to make mistakes. Thanks to her drive, his firm quickly takes root in the capital but still can't go public, so Yara travels overseas to open new markets. Three years later,she comes back exhausted to a changed Charles, now harsh and,influenced by his cousin Sophia, constantly hurting her. When he exhausts all ten chances,Yara ends the engagement, and that very day Charles's company falls into crisis.

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.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Sophia was the invisible wife of James, heir to the city’s most powerful mafia empire. When his childhood sweetheart Vicky returned, Sophia realized she was just a stand-in. Heartbroken and pregnant, she divorced him and vanished to Paris.But James tore the world apart searching—only to find her at Alex’s side.