"Do you love me?" "No." This became the daily ritual of our marriage. I thought my honesty was being responsible to her, repaying all her love with money. I believed she had turned love into hatred when she confined me to a white psychiatric hospital, thinking it was the end of our tragic story. Until I stood before the police, took her hand, and revealed the entire truth. All along, the elaborate scheme I had crafted throughout my life was designed to make it impossible for her to leave me, to make her build with her own hands this cage—a prison meant only for the two of us. When the chains finally locked around her ankles, I could finally smile and ask her: "Now, do you love me?" Shh, you're not allowed to say no. I smiled slowly. This is our way of "loving" each other.

"So this is your idea of a business deal? Kidnapping me to your penthouse?" "Do you even know what you did last night?" Lily screamed. "You were hanging out with Ethan Dunn—that psycho!" "She's not just a programmer… she's an artist. A ghost in the digital world. Jack, I want every resource we've got—dig her out of whatever hole she's hiding in." "My AI can manipulate emotions. Half the reason he was so obsessed with me last night was because he thought he was falling in love. But that feeling? That was just my AI playing a little trick in his head." "What the hell is wrong with you?" Ethan said, pressing his forehead to hers. "How are you still this calm with tech like that in play?" "Hello, Emily. Are you ready to know the truth?"

She is reborn, returning to that fate-changing interview five years ago. In her previous life, she was betrayed by her fiancé and best friend, turning her wedding into a funeral. In this life, armed with memories from her past, she becomes the special assistant to a business titan, gradually uncovering the truth behind family hatred. He is the city's most powerful CEO, cold and ruthless, yet showing particular interest in her. When she discovers their destinies have long been intertwined, how will she choose between revenge and love?

I once believed my love could make the snow mountain bloom for me alone. Until that brutal snowstorm tore away all pretenses of tenderness, revealing the harsh truth—his passion, his desire, his everything belonged to another woman. He saw me as nothing but a vessel for reproduction, a convenient emotional prop, while he personally destroyed my final sanctuary. So I set everything ablaze, buried my shattered heart, and from those smoldering ruins, forged an entirely new self. Later, he spent his remaining years drowning in regret, desperately trying to make that snow mountain—which had once flourished for someone else—freeze over in devotion to me again. But he failed to understand that once my world had blossomed into spring, his bitter winter could never touch me again.

The year Felix Gibson and I were most in love, we got married. After the wedding, I quit my job and devoted all my attention to him. But he thought I was too clingy and started seeing one woman after another on the side. I did not care because I knew they were just flings. That was, until he kept standing up for one of them repeatedly. When I confronted him, he casually said, "Lexie, she reminds me so much of how you used to be." I filed for divorce and moved abroad to focus on my career. Forget about being anyone’s second choice. I was determined to stand out on my own. Later, Felix came back, begging on his knees for me to take him back.

My boyfriend is a Wall Street billionaire who faked amnesia and posed as a broke college student, mooching off me for food and shelter. After my best friend tried to convince me to dump this pretty boy for the hundredth time, I still refused. Dump this gorgeous man? Not a chance in hell. Until one night, I overheard his conversation with his assistant: "Now that these investors have taken the bait, it's time for me to reel them in." "And what about Miss Swift, sir? What's your plan for her?" "She's all about the cash. Cut her a check and get rid of her." Hearing this, I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I was finally going to get rich.

The Free States of America was formerly part of the United States, before it divided into four separate countries. Not only is the FSA fascist, with laws and attitudes reminiscent of the 19th century, but the problems that have plagued humanity for centuries still remain. Unrequited love, petty arguments, corrupt cops, and the occasional small-town drama. This slice of life dystopian revolves around the problems of six citizens. Jake's thirst for justice, Maple's fear of domesticity, Sebastian's feelings towards a man, Axel's longing for a conflict-free life, Stellaluna's regrets, and Luke's struggles as a single father. Although their personalities and desires are different, they all share one thing in common- a hatred for the FSA. Unable to overthrow the government, they rebel against conformity by loving whoever they choose, despite the risk of being outcasts.

My friend and I married into the Castellar family together. I married the older brother, who worked in high finance. My best friend married the younger, a senior fire officer. They didn’t tell us the truth until we were both pregnant. They were vampires. We were furious. But in the end, we forgave them because we still loved them. Until that night. We were staying at a vacation cabin when the fire started after midnight. The front door sealed itself shut, locked by a spell, trapping me inside. My best friend had gone out for a walk and escaped the fire by sheer luck. A car passed by on the forest road. She ran into the headlights, begging the driver to ram the door and save me. The man said coldly, “Pay first.” Inside the cabin, blood ran down my legs and soaked the floor. I tried to transfer the money, but my account was frozen. I called my husband. He hung up three times before the call finally went through. But the voice that answered wasn’t his. It was a woman’s. Vicky sounded calm, almost amused. She said he was busy. Then she added lightly that he’d been helping her set up a subcard and had accidentally disabled mine. My best friend called her husband next. She was crying. She told him there was a fire and I was trapped. He snapped back at her. “Stop lying. I hate people who make false emergency calls. I’m with Vicky checking fire hazards in her new place. Don’t bother me.” She didn’t hesitate again. She shoved the driver out, and drove straight into the cabin. The door shattered. She dragged me out with her bare hands. We lost our babies on the way to the hospital. When I woke up,we looked at each other for a long time. “I’m getting divorced,” she said. “So am I.”

High schooler Emily is home alone, watching a horror movie, when she discovers something impossible: the film's heroine, Sarah, can see the comments Emily posts in real time. Thinking she can help, Emily starts leaving instructions to steer Sarah away from the movie's seemingly perfect boyfriend—only to realize the two worlds are a lethal mirror. The onscreen horror Sarah reads begins to predict events in Emily's life, including an imminent murder plotted by someone they met online. Worse still, every time Emily dies in the real world, the number of characters she can use in her comments is reduced. With her words literally running out, she must use dwindling messages to guide both Sarah and herself through a desperate, life-or-death escape—facing a deadly confrontation with someone they once trusted.

After five years of marriage, Simon Summers' first love has returned. She once abandoned everything for her first love and left for distant lands. Now, after losing her memory in a car accident, she's become timid and shy, with memories frozen at eighteen. Simon, unable to bear seeing her this way, insists on helping her recover her memories. Together, they fulfill the hundred little romantic promises they made in their youth—visiting the aquarium, setting off fireworks, making couple rings, kissing at concerts... I thought he was acting out of sympathy, until I accidentally overheard his conversation with his brother: "If Aria finds out you're playing along with Bailey's act and breaking her heart, aren't you afraid she'll leave you?" His voice was cold: "I love Aria, but I can't bear to lose Bailey either. I'll make it up to her later." My whole body trembled as I summoned the long-dormant system—five years ago, I was bound as a substitute, staying by Simon's side when his life hung by a thread, until his first love returned. Now that the real one is back, my mission should end. But I truly loved him once. I lost my child for him, lost everything. He gave me the stars and the moon, yet pushed me into the abyss when she returned. Poisoning, false accusations, humiliation, violence... I swallowed my bitterness time after time, only to be met with his coldness and betrayal. Until that night of the car accident, when I finally found release, still clutching the spicy duck I'd bought for him. I only wonder, when the truth comes to light, will he regret it?