On her third wedding anniversary, Emily pushed open the bedroom door and witnessed the betrayal of her husband Jack with her best friend Chloe. Faced with Jack’s self-righteousness and her mother-in-law’s humiliation, she was driven to the edge and dialed a phone number that had been sealed away for three years. It turned out that this housewife, whom her husband deemed “mediocre and boring,” was actually the only daughter of business tycoon Arthur Winston—Emily Winston. With the help of top lawyer Liam Ford, she not only triumphed in the divorce case but also took over her father’s Horizon Ventures, becoming Wall Street’s youngest female CEO. When Jack came begging for investment with his financing proposal, when Chloe was publicly humiliated at a high society dinner, Emily proved with her abilities what a true glorious transformation looks like. In the end, she not only made her betrayers pay the price but also established the Phoenix Women’s Protection Foundation and walked down the aisle with Liam, who truly loved her.

At my thirty-third birthday celebration, My husband's mistress burst in and threw a glass of wine in my face. "Ashley, Lane doesn't love you anymore!" "How long are you going to cling to him so shamelessly?!" Everyone expected me to swallow my pride and stay silent. After all, three years ago when faced with the same humiliation, I angrily divorced Lane only to later beg him on my knees to remarry me—a display of weakness no one had forgotten. Just when everyone thought I would compromise as usual, I slapped her hard across the face. "I've been gone for two years, and you still haven't secured your position." "If you're that incompetent, go practice more and stop embarrassing yourself in public." My leaving and returning had nothing to do with her. This was a revenge game, played entirely on my terms.

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

The night before meeting my cheating boyfriend's parents, I received a "Special Gift". Gregory Grant, my boyfriend of three years, was in my bed with my stepsister Sophia Bailey, their bodies entangled in passion. I stood outside the door like an outsider, calmly listening to their live performance. "Sophia, keep it down. Your sister might hear us," Gregory's voice was the epitome of hypocrisy. "Then… why are… you… being so… rough…" Sophia's words came out broken between thrusts, her whimpering moans revealing a wanton side I'd never heard before. The creaking bed frame and their heavy breathing rose and fell in a persistent rhythm that continued to assault my ears.

My cousin, Erin Johnson, is passionate about testing my boyfriends. Although I keep turning her offer down, she keeps insisting on doing so for me. Once she successfully seduces a boyfriend of mine, she'll dump him instantly. Then, she'll announce in our family's group chat that said boyfriend isn't a good match for me. When Erin does the same thing once again, she doesn't realize that she's stepping into a trap I've specifically set up for her. There's no way she won't step into it.

28-year-old Jack Novak from Chicago's slums arrives in Las Vegas with his last $3,000, dreaming of becoming a professional gambler. Starting at small tables in the Bellagio, he gradually enters the dangerous world of underground casinos, gets caught in mob bosses' espionage games, cooperates with the FBI to take down criminal organizations, and ultimately grows into a true professional gambler. This is a Las Vegas legend about ambition, risk, and personal growth.

I was Alpha Dylan’s “mate-in-waiting” for six years. Every night, he’d make love to me, worshipping every inch of my body. On our sixth anniversary, he promised me a surprise. I thought he was finally going to make me his official Luna. Instead, I watched him place the moonstone necklace, the symbol of the Luna, around the neck of Lady Lilith from the Black Forest Pack. He took my hand and explained, “Lilith has a rare disease, Moon-Eater's sickness. The only cure is to complete the mating bond with a powerful Alpha.” “Don’t worry. In three months, you’ll take your rightful place as my Luna.” I didn’t cry or fight like I used to. Instead, I sent a message to the Alpha King, the fated mate I once rejected. “About your offer to marry me… I accept.”

After being reborn, I cut off every line of contact with Maxwell Sutton. He chooses Elmshore University, so I change my application to Stonewick University instead. My goal is to stay far away from him and never cross paths again. When he comes back to the country for holidays and tries to meet up, I fly abroad. I block him on social media and stop replying to his emails. The moment he joins the same company as me, I hand in my resignation. I don't even want to see him from a distance. In my previous life, I was obsessed with him for 20 years, and he betrayed me for 20 years. I was diagnosed with a terminal illness in my 30s. While I took my last breath, Maxwell was busy planning a wedding with his first love. The daughter we raised adjusted his suit like the perfect child, while I died alone in a hospital room. And now, I refuse to live that ridiculous life again.

"Mommy, you have to be the first person to come pick me up, okay?" These are my daughter Dorothy Grant's final words to me when she walked me out of the house this morning. But when I stand at the kindergarten's entrance with a box of Dorothy's favorite strawberry shortcake in my hands, the security guard just stares at me as though I lost my mind. "Ma'am, this place might be where Sunflower Kindergarten is located, but it has already closed its doors for three years. This place is now a retirement home." I rush into the "kindergarten" instantly. The spot where the slide used to be is now replaced by a row of flowerbeds. The room that used to be the classroom now hosts a bunch of elderly people, who bask in the sunlight. With trembling hands, I call my husband, Chester Grant, on the phone. He sounds very exasperated and exhausted over the phone. "Honey, we've been married for five years, and we choose to be childless. You've never given birth before."

I don't kick up a fuss when Jasper Sutton's childhood sweetheart once again takes my spot in the front passenger seat. Instead, I obediently head to the backseat to sit with his good friend, Jonathan Clayton. When we drive along a bumpy road, my knee brushes against Jonathan's toned thigh. I deliberately leave it there, and he doesn't move. We stop for a break at a rest area. Jasper's childhood sweetheart clings to him as they head to the restroom. As soon as the door is shut, Jonathan grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. As I descend into the throes of passion, I can't help thinking it's no wonder people like to cheat.