

"On Christmas Eve, a Mafia boss strikes his eldest daughter, Vivian, from the family shareholder registry and names his younger daughter in her place—all in front of his lawyer. ""She's adopted. She's not my real daughter."" One lie is all it takes to freeze Vivian's Stanford admission review. Her younger sister crushes her acceptance letter, turns her bedroom into a cat room, and pours scalding tea over her bleeding legs. No one even remembers her eighteenth birthday. So Vivian legally severs all ties with her family and flies to California with just three keepsakes. Three years later, at an international finance summit, the youngest rising star in quantitative finance takes the stage. In the audience sit the parents who would give anything to get their daughter back. But it's too late."

My sister had always despised school. So when she suddenly declared she wanted to go to college—and even urged our parents to marry me off to a high-ranking officer's son to fund her studies—I knew at once: she had been reborn too. In our previous life, my sister believed studying was pointless. She barely graduated high school before marrying Anthony Brown, the officer's son who had come to propose with a pretty penny. However, when Anthony was later transferred to a remote outpost, she found the harsh conditions unbearable and refused to follow him. Meanwhile, I worked part-time jobs to put myself through college, landed a secure job after graduation, and became a full-fledged city resident. My sister, still living in the military compound, started using her father-in-law's name to take bribes. Her actions dragged him into a scandal and got him dismissed from his position. Eventually, my mother-in-law kicked her out. After the divorce, she was tricked into investing in stocks in Eastbridge City. The market crashed, and she lost all of our parents' retirement savings. Desperate and with nowhere to go, she turned to me. Cornering me with a knife, she demanded I hand over my savings and apartment so she could "start over." In the chaos, she stabbed me twelve times. I died from massive blood loss. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment she asked our parents to marry me off to Anthony. This time, I smiled, said yes—and dropped out of school that very day.

My father's adopted daughter was only locked in the cramped storage closet for around fifteen minutes, yet he punished me by tying me up and throwing me inside. He even sealed off the ventilation with towels. "As Wendy's older sister, if you can't take care of her, then you should also experience how scared she was," he declared coldly. He knew I was claustrophobic, but my desperate pleas for mercy, my terror, were met with nothing but heartless reprimands. "Let this be a lesson on how to be a good sister." As the last sliver of light disappeared, swallowed by the oppressive darkness, I struggled helplessly. A week passed before my father finally remembered my existence and decided it was time to end my punishment. "Let's hope this week served as a good lesson for you, Jennifer. If this happens again, you will no longer be allowed in this house." He would never know that I had already taken my last breath in that suffocating room. My body had begun to rot in the darkness.

"Grant Hall, lead sniper of a federal counterterrorism task force, shoots his daughter Lily three times during a hostage rescue to protect his wife’s older sister, Vanessa. Lily survives but loses her right hand and left leg. When his wife, Erin Bennett, confronts him, he cites duty and a debt of gratitude. Two weeks later, Grant, Vanessa, and Erin’s mother continue blaming Erin at the hospital. She demands a divorce. While Erin cares for Lily alone, Grant revokes payment authorization for Lily’s hospital room for Vanessa’s son Oliver’s sake and allows Vanessa to hurt Lily. Erin asks her old acquaintance Julian to help arrange a hospital transfer, divorce, and new job. After Oliver bullies a classmate, the victim’s grandfather takes him hostage. Grant’s shot grazes Erin, confirming his favoritism again. Later, he uses an outing with Lily to force Erin to apologize to Vanessa, leaving mother and daughter hurt once more. When a bomb is found in their car, Grant forces Lily to take Oliver’s dangerous seat. Erin breaks free, rescues Lily, and jumps into the river, where Julian saves them. Grant searches desperately, believing them lost. By the time he learns they are safe, the divorce decree has arrived. Erin’s diary reveals years of neglect. He also discovers Vanessa planned the first kidnapping and finally exposes her and Oliver’s wrongdoing. Erin joins Julian’s bionic rehabilitation technology company and helps Lily adapt to prosthetics, refusing to become a prize for two men to fight over. She moves on despite Grant’s and her mother’s apologies. Three years later, mother and daughter attend a bionics symposium in Zurich and encounter Grant on security duty. During a sudden attack, he helps them escape and dies shielding Lily from a grenade. At his funeral, Erin stays behind alone to say her final goodbye."

Ronan is the Alpha of Silverpine Pack. To protect Mara, the widow of the warrior who died saving him, and her young son, he repeatedly chooses them over his own family. The entire pack praises his loyalty and honor. Only I know that every promise he keeps to Mara teaches his own daughter to stop waiting for him. Then Ivy writes in an assignment at the pack academy: [My father is dead.] [He did not die at the border. He died at Mara’s house. Every time she called, he went to her and forgot how to come home.] Ronan finally realizes something is wrong and returns with a belated gift. What he does not know is that a summons from the Northern Crown has already reached me. In fifteen days, I will take Ivy home, reclaim my place as the Alpha King’s daughter, and accept my appointment as Northern Crown’s next chief healer, a future I once gave up for Ronan.

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

After having a one-night stand with an old geezer for money, Anita said goodbye to this cold city and went abroad. Six years later, she comes back with her son and bumps into the legendary CEO, Tristan, who later turns out to be her new boss. Before she knows it, her son starts calling this handsome new boss: “dad”. Could this be fate?

I had been married for eight years when I inherited a fortune worth hundreds of millions that my grandfather left to me and my mafia boss husband. However, just as the lawyer was finalizing the transfer, we discovered my marriage certificate was fake. That meant the entire inheritance could only go to me. “Ms. Rivers, according to the system, you were divorced a year ago. Your husband, Zayn Levine, is legally married to… Whitney Sanders. According to the papers, you're single. In other words, Mr. Levine has no right to claim the inheritance.” Whitney, the woman Zayn had once loved before she went abroad, the one he never forgot. I stared at the lawyer’s message, unable to accept it. All of Zayn’s affection and tenderness over the years had been nothing but a lie. I had planned to tell him on our anniversary that after eight long years of marriage, I was pregnant. It was the miracle we had both been waiting for. Yet it seemed like he had never really been looking forward to it at all. As I gently rested my hand on my belly, I told myself that even if my twins grew up without a father, they would be just fine. In this place built on nothing but lies, the only thing left for me to do was run away.