

The night I died, my whole family was busy celebrating my twin sister Elena's eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought Elena was going to die the next day. We're elves. My father worked as a clan guardian, and after Mom gave birth to Elena and me as twins, she stopped working altogether. We should have been a happy family. But from the moment we were born, Elena and I were bound by a witch's curse. Because Elena came into the world one minute before me, she took the full weight of it onto herself. She was never supposed to live past eighteen. From the day we were born, Elena was the family's treasure. Mom and Dad treated me like I owed her something. New toys went to her first. New dresses were always her pick. Every night, Mom would sit in Elena's room for at least an hour before she'd turn off the light. I always fell asleep alone. One night I had a nightmare and ran barefoot to find Mom. She was holding Elena and didn't even look up. "Go back to bed. Stop making a fuss." I kept telling myself: she's dying, of course they're kind to her. But every time I let something go, that splinter in my chest pushed a little deeper. Then the day the curse was supposed to take effect finally came, and naturally, that was the day my stomach cramped so badly I could barely stand. Mom and Dad didn't hesitate. They shoved me into the cellar and locked it from outside. I crouched on the stone floor with the smell of mildew everywhere and knocked on the door over and over. "Mom... Dad... my stomach really hurts, I can't even stand up... let me out, please..." One sentence came back through the door. "Your sister is dying tonight! Can you just give us one day? One day!" "But... Mom... I'm scared..." Nobody answered after that. The cellar went quiet. My eyelids grew heavy. My last thought was: if I were the one dying of a curse, would they come hold me too.

At Adrian and Seraphina's anniversary dinner, his stepsister Vivian burst into the venue, forcing Seraphina to give up her husband to her. Mid-argument, Vivian shoved Seraphina to the ground, triggering an immediate miscarriage.At this critical, life-threatening moment, Adrian showed no care for Seraphina whatsoever. Instead, he cruelly confessed that he had never loved his wife. Crushed and completely devoid of hope, Seraphina slipped away silently and jumped into the sea to take her own life. A full ten days went by before Adrian realized his lover had vanished. Countless memories of her selfless, wholehearted devotion flooded his mind — yet what awaited him was not his wife's return, but a police summons to come identify her body.

Issac Kaufman, betrayed by his adoptive family and drained of his life to fulfill their selfish wishes, dies in despair. Reborn as the true Lord of Trisoul Hall, he uncovers their cruel schemes, reclaims what was stolen, and severs ties with his heartless kin. Along the way, he heals Laura, the daughter of Riverdale's wealthiest man, and finds both love and a new beginning.

Yasin Craig, the heir to the prestigious Craig family and a special forces soldier, survives a plane crash during his final mission, only to be saved by battlefield doctor Xenia Jones. When Yasin regains consciousness, he has no memory of who he is. Meanwhile, Yuna, who stumbles upon the ring symbolizing Yasin's identity, is determined to secure wealth and status. She deceives Yasin's mother and becomes the adopted daughter of the Craig family. Fearing that Xenia might uncover the truth, Yuna starts to aggressively undermine her. Unable to remember his past, Yasin finds himself protecting Xenia—and in the process, unexpectedly regains his memory.