

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

I died just before my husband Drake's wedding to his mate. Ten days before my death, Drake's former mate returned. Drake abandoned me to spend the night with his mate even though I was attacked by rogues and was severely injured. He came back directly the next day, not to see me but to give me the news. “I want to sever the mate bond with you.” “I’ve been poisoned by wolfsbane.” “You’re lying again. Regardless, I must reject you today.” He didn’t know that his rejection would hasten my death. I thought that after this stumbling block—me—was gone, he could finally live happily with his mate. But to my surprise, he abandoned his bride at the wedding and ran to my gravestone, weeping. “Lyra, you are my wife. I forbid you to die!”

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

When Lily and her doctor meet in private to discuss a the results of a cancer screening, her husband Mason accidentally overhears. Believing that Lily has cancer, he divorces her, kicks her out of their house, and shacks up with her best friend—all so he can cut her loose before she can drag him down. Just as Lily is left with nothing, she meets Adam: a billionaire CEO who needs a fake relationship to appease his nagging grandfather. Lily and Adam move in together, even as Mason mocks Lily for being on death's door. But what Mason doesn't know is that Lily isn't the one with late-stage cancer—he is!

Ethan Cole poured five years into his fish farm. Just when he hit 100,000 a month, the village chief's son seized it for one dollar. He pumped in toxic feed and hormones to get rich fast. But it backfired: fish rotted, banned drugs found, bankruptcy and prison followed. Ethan didn't fight. He started over with integrity and built a supply empire.

Thanks to the abrupt descent of an apocalypse, the entire world is instantly transformed into the zombies' playground. Morris Cruz, a dock worker, and two of his colleagues—Benjamin Mackie and Susie Powell—are stranded on Oceanic, a huge cargo ship that's laden with countless shipping containers thanks to the chaos. By sheer accident, they start an unprecedented ""blind box"" survival challenge.
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Thanks to the abrupt descent of an apocalypse, the entire world is instantly transformed into the zombies' playground. Morris Cruz, a dock worker, and two of his colleagues—Benjamin Mackie and Susie Powell—are stranded on Oceanic, a huge cargo ship that's laden with countless shipping containers thanks to the chaos. By sheer accident, they start an unprecedented ""blind box"" survival challenge.

She is a world renowned designer born in a super-rich family with a prestigious background. In order to repay a life-saving favor, she got married with the vegetable patient and took care of him for many years! However, on the day her husband woke up, he kicked her out and married his dream girl! After the divorce, her true identity was revealed! She made the scum ex and the despicable mistress feel so ashamed. Her ex-husband regretted it so much, but unfortunately, it was too late. She was already dating a good-looking young man…

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.