

After surviving a dockside explosion, Isabella Bellandi becomes trapped in another world and bound to a Survival Program. She has twenty-five years to earn complete affection or loyalty from four targets—her brother Dante, doctor Julian, fiancé Adrian, and the distant Luca—or lose her soul. Yet Sophia, another survivor who secretly caused the explosion, manipulates everyone into distrusting Isabella, dismissing her depression, and choosing Sophia instead. When the deadline expires, Isabella tries to die, but the men confine her in a facility. Sophia then reveals the truth: only one of them can return home. Luca, who has always loved her, rescues her and gives her one final day of freedom before she dies peacefully in his arms. After her death, Luca exposes Sophia’s crimes, forcing Dante, Julian, and Adrian into devastating remorse. Their bonds finally reach full value, sending Isabella home to reunite with Luca, free from the Program.

After I was caught in a dockside explosion, I was bound to a Survival Program. It gave me twenty-five years and four designated targets. If even one target’s Love Score or bond score reached 100%, I could wake up in my real world. But I failed all four. Because every target I tried to reach eventually turned toward Sophia Lane, the heroine of this world. They called my pain a performance. They called my tears manipulation. They said I was only pretending to break down so they would choose me over Sophia. But if they never loved me, why did they lose control when my mission failed and I chose to leave this world for good?

Sophia Moretti had been married to Lorenzo for seven years. But after becoming pregnant, she discovered that her husband was cheating on her and keeping a young woman named Bianca, who deliberately imitated the way Sophia looked when she was younger. Faced with his betrayal, Sophia chose not to expose him. Instead, she faked her own death and quietly disappeared.When Lorenzo learned that his “wife” was dead, he completely broke down. Months later, he unexpectedly discovered that Sophia was still alive. He begged her to take him back, but she coldly refused. Even when he later ended up in a car accident, she never looked back.After giving birth to a daughter, Sophia completely cut ties with Lorenzo and began a new life of her own.

Once an ace fighter pilot, Katelyn gave it all up for love—only to be betrayed. Mid-flight, she catches her husband cheating moments before it triggers a crash. Trapped outside the cockpit, she dies knowing she could’ve saved them all. Reborn one year earlier, Katelyn chooses differently: divorces him, takes back her wings, and rises again as Top Gun.

Trapped in a humiliating, sexless marriage, Jenna finds hope in an unexpected place: her mysterious doctor, Wayne, who’s actually ruthless Mafia King. Taking her as his housemaid, he turns a fragile ex-wife into his feared Mafia Queen, destroying everyone who ever wronged her.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

Chloe Miller, legendary leader of the Crimson Lotus family, is assassinated by Damian Pierce's forces. Reborn in the body of a cowardly high school girl, the mafia queen finds herself in a bullied victim's shell. She decides to rewrite the school's rules - taking on bullies, dealing with confessions from a rich heir, a loyal bodyguard, and a top student, while investigating her own murder and ultimately reuniting with her loyal subordinate Victor Stone to uncover Damian's conspiracy.

Maisie Kent is betrayed by her boyfriend, Jerry Ford, and Gigi Smith, signing a contract that costs her life. Reborn at the moment of signing, she pretends to comply while secretly swapping the contract. When Gigi tries the same trick in public, the harm rebounds instantly. Unscathed, Maisie watches coldly—on the deadly contract now stands a name no one dares to provoke.