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At my son’s birthday party. To ease the awkwardness of arriving late straight from the hospital, I pretended to have amnesia. “Why are you all in my house?” The moment my son realized what I said, he immediately stepped in front of the refined, gentle man beside him, claiming I had entered the wrong house. “This is the home I share with my mom and dad. Get lost!” Meanwhile, my wife, watching this whole farce from the second-floor balcony, chose to act deaf and blind. 1. “This is the home

1 To please her precious darling, my fiancée of forever, Bethany, dumped me in the sticks to rot. Three years later, she showed up with Mr. Perfect in tow. She had the nerve to say, "Three years is long enough for even a dog to learn its lesson." "I'm doing this for you, Nathan. Unless you change your attitude, don't even think about being my husband, Bethany." Everyone probably figured I'd break down, blubbering about how much I missed her and how awful the last three years had been, beggi

Married for five years, I loved Cassidy to the marrow of my bones. When she fell severely ill, I drained my entire fortune just praying for her recovery. But it turned out to be nothing but her lie, a sick charade she orchestrated with my illegitimate half-brother. On a night of heavy rain, I was beaten to a bloody pulp and thrown off a cliff. Cassidy just stood there watching coldly, even complaining that my mangled body was too disgusting and scared her. When I opened my eyes again, I was

Everyone in the Manhattan elite knew Xavier Sterling was a cold, celibate god. They also knew he loved me more than his own life. He built a glass penthouse atop the Sterling Plaza just for me. Every day, he would hold me against the floor-to-ceiling windows, making love to me with a desperate intensity. But no one knew that the woman against the glass was nothing more than a "living prop." In our one year of marriage, he brought home a different woman every night. As I watched him press his

I found a half-burnt cigarette butt and a pair of shredded stockings in our master bathroom trash can. To prepare for having a baby, I hadn't smoked a single cigarette in a whole year. As for stockings, my wife, Darcy, had always refused to wear them for me. She used to say only perverts liked that sort of thing. I pulled out my phone to call her, only to see a photo posted by her childhood best friend. Inside a luxury sports car, she was cuddled up in his arms, wearing sparkling rhinestone-

1. In the seventh year of our bond, Kael inherited everything that once belonged to his brother. The position of Alpha of the Blackstone Pack. And his brother’s widow, Seraphina. Every full moon, after fulfilling that so-called "breeding duty," he would return to my side. He would come back reeking of another woman’s scent, whispering into my ear in the dark. "Elara, my mate... just give me a little more time. Once she carries a pureblood heir, the Council will finally accept our bond." T

My name is Chloe Miller, and I have died once. During my junior year, Braden Foster led a group of bullies who tormented me for two years. My best friend, Sienna Hill, stole my private diary, photocopied it, and scattered the pages like flyers across the entire school. Our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Gable, simply said, "It takes two to tango, Chloe. You should reflect on your own behavior." By the time the SATs rolled around, my mind was filled with the images of those flyers plastered in the ha

Chapter 1 My best friend and I transmigrated into a redemption novel together. Her mission was to redeem the brooding, heartbroken second male lead. Mine was to redeem the unhinged, fallen villain. Just as we were about to complete our missions, the original female lead returned from abroad. Three years of hard-earned progress vanished overnight. My best friend came straight to me. "I am done playing this game. Are you running?" "Hell yes!" We dropped the missions on the spot and returne

After helping my husband, Grant, build his business from the ground up, I settled into life as a stay-at-home mom. For my daughter Nina's tenth birthday, I wanted to go all out and booked a luxury banquet at the Ritz-Carlton. But when I handed over my card, the receptionist gave me a strange look. "Mrs. Miller, I'm sorry, but this card doesn't even have five hundred dollars left on it." Embarrassed and confused, I went home to confront Grant. He looked at me with an apologetic smile. "The c

I spent seven years in federal prison for a man. A federal prison in West Virginia. For seven years, I washed clothes, folded sheets, and ate two thousand five hundred bowls of mushy potatoes in the cafeteria. He visited me once. In the winter of my first year. He wore a camel-hair coat, a watch peeking out from his cuff. I found out later that watch was worth one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. He told me the company was turning around, and his lawyers were helping me apply for a sente

1 My husband's childhood sweetheart, Cora Miller, was holding someone at knifepoint when I tried to stop her. We ended up in a violent struggle. My husband, Silas Sterling, is a deputy. When he arrived on the scene, he didn't hesitate to fire a bullet straight through my heart. I collapsed into a pool of blood, gasping and begging him to save me. But he just held Cora tightly in his arms, his eyes red with fury as he screamed at me. "You did this because you were jealous! You actually tri

My award-winning actress girlfriend just announced her engagement at the gala. Overjoyed, I stepped onto the stage, but she shoved me away without hesitation. "Could you move aside? You're blocking my fiancé's shot." Before I could even process her words, the male actor beside her barged past, knocking me right off the platform. Seven years of quiet devotion and unwavering support down the drain. I was finally sick of being treated like a ghost. Watching the two of them share a passionate

Chapter 1 Seattle, the Sinclair estate. "Luna, are you sure you want to move out here and live with Grandma?" This was a call from Florence, Italy. I gripped my phone tightly and turned my gaze toward the window. Today was Zachary Sinclair's engagement party. The Sinclair villa was buzzing with voices, and fireworks exploded in the night sky. Everyone was celebrating his happiness. "Yes, Grandma. You're getting older, and I worry about you. Besides, Zachary is getting married, and I c

I had been married to Garrett Cole for eight years. Grandma was critically ill and urgently needed surgery. My mother scrounged everywhere she could, but she was still fifteen thousand dollars short. Desperate, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and ask Garrett for help. “Garrett, my mom is fifteen thousand dollars short for Grandma’s surgery. Could you...” Before I could finish, he cut me off with an irritated sneer. “You live under my roof and eat my food, and now you want my hard-e

1. Seven years of marriage. My husband ran from our wedding thirteen times. The first time, his personal assistant sprained her ankle. I stood alone under the flower arch, waiting from sunset until midnight. The second time, she had a migraine. He left the ring box on the altar and walked away. After that, every single time we set a wedding date, something happened to her. Food poisoning. Anxiety attack. A leak in her apartment. Thirteen times. Every single one. After the thirteenth, I fina

Chapter 1 My brother drove a blade into my heart. As I lay dying, my family stood over me, hurling insults instead of calling for help. My mother hissed, "Jaxon, stop acting like a victim. Do you enjoy picking on your brother that much?!" My father added, "You animal! What did you do to terrify him like this?!" My sister, Sienna, held him tight, sobbing, "Just leave! You're not welcome here. Caden has suffered enough because of you. Do you even have a soul?" I bled out on the floor. Caden's

1. On New Year's Eve, I dragged my suitcase out of the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, my heart racing with excitement to be reunited with my boyfriend, Caleb. As I moved through the crowd, a sickeningly sweet female voice cut through the noise. “Caleb! I’m here! Where are you?” I froze. The same name, the same cloying tone―it was just like me three years ago, desperately crossing the country to be with him. I shook my head, laughing at my own paranoia. Then, the full name hit my ea

Prologue That day, I took advantage of my roommates being away. I secretly invited my boyfriend to meet me at our dorm. Five minutes before his arrival, I deliberately got myself stuck in the front-loading washing machine. I heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind me. I tilted my hips back and let out a soft, playful whine. "I'm stuck, baby. Can you help me out?" He didn't say a word. Later, things started to feel very wrong. When I finally broke free and looked back, I saw him… 1

At fifteen, I was a piano prodigy destined for greatness. That future died when I took a kidnapper's blade to my wrist to save Landon Blackwood. Since that day, he kept me tucked away in his shadow, vowing to be my shield forever. When he proposed at twenty-three, I looked him in the eye with absolute seriousness. "Landon, I need you to never fail me. Can you do that?" He responded by renting every digital billboard in Manhattan to broadcast his promise. "For all eternity, you are my on

Chapter 1 　　“Big guy, no... please, let me go...” 　　I was at the New Year’s fireworks show with my husband. Amidst the sea of people, a rugged, burly stranger was pressing against me from behind. The strange sensation triggered a sudden, intense craving in me―an itch my husband hadn’t been able to scratch lately. 　　Once he sensed my reaction, he actually lifted my skirt and quietly pushed inside... 　　My rear was pressed firmly against the man’s body. 　　At first, I didn’t notice because