

When my appendix bursts, my parents, my brother, and even my fiancé are all too busy celebrating my sister's birthday. I'm outside the operating room, frantically calling every family member I can think of to sign the consent form, but every call is either ignored or hung up on. After hanging up on me, my fiancé, Joel Graham, texts back. "Sophie, stop being dramatic. It's Yvette's 18th birthday today. Whatever it is can wait until after the party." I quietly set my phone down and sign the consent form myself. It's the ninety-ninth time they've chosen Yvette Norton, my sister, over me. This time, I choose not to care. I'll stop letting their favoritism hurt me. Instead, I'll do everything they ask of me without complaint. They'll all think I've finally learned to be obedient, and they'll never realize that I'm preparing to leave them for good.

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."

In the age of interstellar mechas, humanity faces an alien invasion. Ken Yale, a young man of extraordinary talent,stumbles upon the gravely wounded Queen of the Star Alliance. Mistaking her for a mecha pilot, he throws himself into a battle that will reshape the fate of the galaxy!

Lena, a dedicated and bookish student, is cruelly dumped by her boyfriend Ryan, who mocks her as a boring, unattractive nerd. Heartbroken and humiliated, she drowns her sorrows at a bar, where she meets the charming and handsome Adrian. One impulsive night leads to a passionate encounter. To Lena's shock, she later discovers that Adrian is none other than Ryan's father. What began as a moment of reckless escape becomes the start of an impossible entanglement that will turn all their lives upside down.

Social elite and business tycoon Dominic Sharp finds himself reborn on his way to university in 2002. Leveraging his past-life experiences, he actively expands his social network and founds Rocket 101 Express, a courier company that catches the wave of e-commerce. At the same time, Dominic is torn between two captivating girls—Maggie and Kristin—unsure whom to choose.

Trisha Greer woke up as the story's most hated military wife—her husband despises her, the child rejects her,and the scheming rival even tries to rally the village to burn her granary. With her portable space, she goes all out: harvesting hundreds of acres overnight, giving the village a taste of their own medicine, while saving her child and getting her husband under control.

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.

"Seven years after a devastating fire tore them apart, childhood sweethearts Stella and Ashton are trapped in a loveless marriage. Believing Stella abandoned him in the flames, Ashton spends three years sending her divorce papers—more than a hundred times. Every time, Stella swallows her pride and fights to save their marriage. Everything changes with the 101st divorce notice. At a party, Ashton chooses his stepsister Jade over Stella, forcing his alcohol-allergic wife to drink in public. When Stella refuses, he slaps her so hard that her hearing aid shatters—destroying the last of her love for him.Determined to fulfill her late mother’s dream of developing a breakthrough cancer screening program, Stella accepts a proposal from Ethan, the mysterious billionaire who has loved her for years, and finally signs the divorce papers.But Jade isn’t done. After faking a video to drive an even deeper wedge between them, Ashton spitefully announces his engagement to Jade,convinced Stella will come running back.Instead, on the day of his engagement, Ashton watches the woman he lost marry Ethan, the richest man in the Bay Area. Consumed by regret, Ashton launches a reckless campaign of revenge, only to destroy his own family’s jewelry empire. Left with nothing, he ends up begging on the streets for one last chance. This time, Stella has already moved on—and she refuses to look back."

“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.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.