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Chapter 1 On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband ditched me for his precious damsel in distress once again. "Wendy is all alone with a sick toddler," Calvin snapped, glaring at me. "You're a woman too, Corinne. Can't you show a little basic sympathy?" Not only was I willing to understand her, but I was also ready to step aside completely. That way, the two of them could play happy family together without me in the picture. I packed my bags and applied for an elite overseas fellowship i

1 My parents are about to put me on trial before the Stone of Devotion. The Stone of Devotion is a mystical judge. If it finds you unfilial, you are executed on the spot. When I chose to have my memories live-streamed during the trial, everyone was in shock. My biological parents had originally hoped for a private trial. They wanted to force me to donate my kidney to their son and seize all my assets. But I would never surrender. If they wanted to judge me, I would let the whole world

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancée sent me a luxury watch. I looked at my prosthetic arm and decided to call it quits right then and there. Her star athlete called me soon after, sounding fake-apologetic. "Mr. Miller, I'm so sorry. I messed up the measurements for the watch. Please don't blame Lydia." I could hear Lydia's impatient voice in the background. "Ignore him. I'm the one who bought it. He wouldn't dare refuse it." I let out a cold laugh. I left the divorce papers on the table

I was eight years old when Mason Lockwood adopted me. He told me that as long as I remained obedient, I would be the happiest girl in New York. At eighteen, I obeyed him. He crooked his finger, and I climbed into his bed. At twenty, I saw another woman in his room. He told me that as long as I stayed obedient, I would always be his favorite. At twenty-three, he arranged a business marriage for me. He said he had been waiting for this moment for years. I realized this would be the last time

My best friend and I spent ten years in the mortal realm accompanying two divine lords through their love trials. Just as their hearts finally opened to us, their deceased soulmate miraculously returned from the dead. It turned out that Princess Celeste had been touched by their devotion and chose to descend once more. “Since they came down for my sake, I shall be the one to guide them through their trials,” she sneered. “How dare you two lowly sprites covet my men?” Devastated, we reported o

Chapter 1 The day before our wedding, the million-dollar custom gown finally arrived. I stroked my slightly rounded belly, feeling the tiny heartbeat within, and handed Landon the divorce papers. His secretary, Macy, called me, her voice trembling with crocodile tears as she explained, "I'm so sorry, Avery. I didn't realize you hated this style. Please don't take it out on Landon." Landon's voice came through the line, soft and comforting toward her, but icy when he spoke to me. "Don't do so

My husband turned me into a living cure. The irony was that I was the one who taught him the formula in the first place. To save the Queen, he ignored whether I lived or died, leaving me to be tormented by the estate servants. What he did not know was that a living cure could just as easily become a lethal poison. Even worse, he never realized that the woman sleeping in his bed was the legendary miracle healer known across the continent. 1、 The door swung open, letting in a beam of blindin

On the eve of our wedding, I saw my supposedly mentally disabled girlfriend. She was dropping stacks of cash at a luxury boutique, buying designer gifts for a male model. Through the crowd, I heard her scoffing voice. “That poor loser was just a toy for me. I’m ditching him on our wedding day anyway.” “If I hadn't played dumb, he wouldn't even be able to breathe the same air as me.” Four years of absolute devotion, and it was all just a sick game. A cold chill washed over me, and I turned

My wife, Sarah, was pregnant after three years of a sexless marriage. She had thousands of copies of her pregnancy test results made, announcing to everyone that she was carrying someone else's child. She and her girlfriends made bets on whether I'd go ballistic.

1 It was the Fourth of July. Mark was supposed to pick up our twin daughters from school. Then his freakin' "soulmate," Brenda, calls, and he just dumps the kids on the side of the road, tells me to get them. I had to ditch a client meeting, rushed over there. But I was too late. Our older daughter, Lily, was hit by a car, thrown like a ragdoll. Mia, my baby Mia, was barely clinging to life, screaming about how much it hurt and calling for her dad. The ambulance wasn't there yet. Neither w

1 My parents asked me to choose: an arranged marriage or confessing to the woman I loved. I didn't hesitate. I chose the arranged marriage. My parents pleaded with me, telling me to listen to my heart. But I shook my head, standing my ground. It's because, in my past life, I rejected the arrangement and confessed to my foster sister. Her first love heard the news, fled the country, and ended up dead in some back alley. My foster sister, acting like she didn't give a damn, asked me to marr

1 I was just taking the trash out. That's when I saw it: a limited-edition Lamborghini practically bouncing off the ground. Inside, in the back seat, my two brothers were going at it like animals with that orphan girl we took in, just hammering away. I didn't even blink. I just quietly recorded the whole thing and sent the video to the biggest news outlet in the world. "Seven PM tomorrow," I typed. "I want the whole world to see this." Last time around, that little nobody, just because my broth

I saved the son of the wealthiest man in the city. In return, he showered my family with a thirty-million-dollar dowry and brought me into his fold. Living as his wife in the high-society world felt like a dream come true. But my sister, Jade, snatched my dowry, squandered it on drugs, and fueled by bitter jealousy, shoved me off a high-rise balcony. She ended up tumbling down with me. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn to the very day the billionaire came to our doorstep.

My sister was born into a legendary line of Healers. Since she was a child, she was bathed in rare herbs and smoked with ancient incense. Her very body carried a natural, medicinal fragrance! When she turned seventeen, she was summoned to the Royal Pack. Her mission was to preserve the beauty of the future Luna, the Crown Princess. Rumor had it that drinking the heart's blood of a woman with a fragrant body could grant eternal youth. It was a dark, forbidden myth. One month later, the Crown P

1. I was never a child of the Croft pack. I was war loot. Salvaged from the slaughterhouse ruins of a rogue wolf massacre. That night. The air thick with the stench of torn entrails and fresh blood. My mother shoved me down into a narrow, damp cellar and used her own body to brace the flimsy wooden door. I crouched in absolute darkness. My hand clamped tight over my sister Emily's mouth. All night. The sound of fangs tearing through flesh. Bones being crunched alive. At the breaking point o

I spent three years building my career as an original content creator. Then, my best friend stole my scripts, went viral overnight, and hired a smear campaign to claim I was the one who copied her. The entire internet came for my head. My reach was throttled, and my live stream was a cesspool of comments telling this "plagiarism dog" to get off the internet. That night, as I stared blankly at the ceiling, my phone screen suddenly flickered with a line of text― 【Viral Trend Prediction System s

A week before we were supposed to get our marriage license, my fiancée, Maddy Sterling, posted a photo of a positive pregnancy test on her Instagram. The caption read: "Starting a family with the one I love." My brother commented below: "Thank you, baby. You've worked so hard for our little one." My mother added: "My first precious grandson. Grandma loves you already." I hit the like button and left a comment of my own: "Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness." A second later, Maddy called

1. "Moon Goddess, I want to go home." The Goddess's will echoed instantly in her mind, not in words, but as a current of quiet, sorrowful understanding. "Very well, my child. Your mission is almost complete. In half a month, your soul will be free to leave this world." The usually stoic Goddess paused for a few seconds, her will tinged with a hint of confusion. "But my child, you have a mate who loves you more than life itself, and a son who defends you at every turn. Is this not your home?

1 Five years after being welcomed into their fancy life, Chad, the adopted son, totaled my leg in a car crash. My folks and Emily, my childhood sweetheart, lost it. They rushed me to the ER, and when the doctor said I might be wheelchair-bound for life, Emily proposed right then and there. She promised to take care of me forever. My parents cut ties with Chad, demanding I hand over any evidence so they could deal with it. They wanted me to focus on recovery. Later, they said Chad panicked

1. Winter in New England had come again. And just like every year, my husband David and my son Leo developed a bizarre allergic reaction―severe eczema and rashes all over their bodies. Every allergy test we did came back negative. So, they had to "quarantine" themselves from me, moving into our lakeside cabin in the Adirondacks. David didn't even come back when I slipped on the icy driveway and needed stitches on my forehead. He wasn't there when I got into a car accident and faced a long