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It was only after Shen Zhixia’s death that her husband, Lu Jingyan, realized how deeply he loved her. He had always assumed she would wait for him faithfully, so he never cherished her. Yet when Shen Zhixia was truly gone, he was consumed by endless regret. Lu Jingyan frantically searched for every possible way to bring her back, willing to pay any price. Looking back on every fragment of their past, he finally saw how many kindnesses of hers he had overlooked. Moreover, Shen Zhixia’s death was no accident — a shocking truth lay hidden behind it. Lu Jingyan spent the rest of his life trapped in vengeance and remorse. He learned to cherish only after losing everything, yet he could never bring her back.

The night I died, my whole family was busy celebrating my twin sister Elena's eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought Elena was going to die the next day. We're elves. My father worked as a clan guardian, and after Mom gave birth to Elena and me as twins, she stopped working altogether. We should have been a happy family. But from the moment we were born, Elena and I were bound by a witch's curse. Because Elena came into the world one minute before me, she took the full weight of it onto herself. She was never supposed to live past eighteen. From the day we were born, Elena was the family's treasure. Mom and Dad treated me like I owed her something. New toys went to her first. New dresses were always her pick. Every night, Mom would sit in Elena's room for at least an hour before she'd turn off the light. I always fell asleep alone. One night I had a nightmare and ran barefoot to find Mom. She was holding Elena and didn't even look up. "Go back to bed. Stop making a fuss." I kept telling myself: she's dying, of course they're kind to her. But every time I let something go, that splinter in my chest pushed a little deeper. Then the day the curse was supposed to take effect finally came, and naturally, that was the day my stomach cramped so badly I could barely stand. Mom and Dad didn't hesitate. They shoved me into the cellar and locked it from outside. I crouched on the stone floor with the smell of mildew everywhere and knocked on the door over and over. "Mom... Dad... my stomach really hurts, I can't even stand up... let me out, please..." One sentence came back through the door. "Your sister is dying tonight! Can you just give us one day? One day!" "But... Mom... I'm scared..." Nobody answered after that. The cellar went quiet. My eyelids grew heavy. My last thought was: if I were the one dying of a curse, would they come hold me too.

The night I died, my whole family was busy celebrating my twin sister Elena's eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought Elena was going to die the next day. We're elves. My father worked as a clan guardian, and after Mom gave birth to Elena and me as twins, she stopped working altogether. We should have been a happy family. But from the moment we were born, Elena and I were bound by a witch's curse. Because Elena came into the world one minute before me, she took the full weight of it onto herself. She was never supposed to live past eighteen. From the day we were born, Elena was the family's treasure. Mom and Dad treated me like I owed her something. New toys went to her first. New dresses were always her pick. Every night, Mom would sit in Elena's room for at least an hour before she'd turn off the light. I always fell asleep alone. One night I had a nightmare and ran barefoot to find Mom. She was holding Elena and didn't even look up. "Go back to bed. Stop making a fuss." I kept telling myself: she's dying, of course they're kind to her. But every time I let something go, that splinter in my chest pushed a little deeper. Then the day the curse was supposed to take effect finally came, and naturally, that was the day my stomach cramped so badly I could barely stand. Mom and Dad didn't hesitate. They shoved me into the cellar and locked it from outside. I crouched on the stone floor with the smell of mildew everywhere and knocked on the door over and over. "Mom... Dad... my stomach really hurts, I can't even stand up... let me out, please..." One sentence came back through the door. "Your sister is dying tonight! Can you just give us one day? One day!" "But... Mom... I'm scared..." Nobody answered after that. The cellar went quiet. My eyelids grew heavy. My last thought was: if I were the one dying of a curse, would they come hold me too.

Vivian is the picture of a perfect lady—graceful, obedient, harmless. But behind that soft smile lies a spine of steel. Lost her parents at eight and trapped for a decade under the twisted control of her obsessive uncle, she’s spent years plotting the day she’d burn her so-called family to the ground. She gives her first time to a stranger—only to discover he’s Alden, a dangerously powerful duke. He sees through her act, but instead of walking away, he falls—hard. He becomes her weapon, her shield… and eventually, her love. Together, they plot revenge and rewrite their fate. As Vivian rises from the ashes, love blooms in the fire—and no one who wronged her gets out unscathed.

In 1978 Chicago, Evelyn Hart—a woman with supernatural abilities—was rescued from pursuers by Adrian Moretti, the heir to the Moretti family; the two quickly fell in love. To stay by his side as his wife, she turned down the secret government "Oracle Project" and accepted medication to suppress her powers. Later, when the Moretti family doctor diagnosed two successive pregnancies as involving severe fetal deformities, she tearfully terminated both, blaming her own anomalous physiology. During an ambush on the family, she took a bullet meant for Adrian; while he survived, he suffered a spinal injury that left him wheelchair-bound. A subsequent surgery for a third "deformed fetus" rendered her permanently infertile. Faced with family humiliation, Adrian publicly banished the subordinate who had insulted her, placed the Moretti family ring on her finger, kissed her, and declared her the only *Donna* he recognized. Evelyn became convinced that he was willing to forgo an heir for her sake.She cared for the paralyzed Adrian for nearly fifty years, managing the family affairs and looking after Elena—the widow of Adrian’s late brother—and their "nephew," Nick. It was only after Adrian’s death that she learned the truth from a lawyer: the couple had never been legally married; Elena was the registered wife, and Nick was Adrian’s biological son. All real estate, trusts, insurance policies, and family shares belonged to that mother and son. Even more cruel was the revelation that the medical reports regarding her three "deformed fetuses" had been fabricated. Left without Moretti protection, the elderly Evelyn was targeted for assassination by an old enemy. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the week shortly after Adrian’s paralysis—a time when she still had the chance to choose a different life.The Oracle Project reappeared, informing her that it would take seven days to create a new identity and arrange her extraction; during this time, she had to act a

On his wedding day, Ethan's long-lost parents arrive as poor villagers. His bride Tiffany humiliates them and orders him to cut them off. Ethan chooses family and divorces her on the spot. Kind stranger Evelyn marries him instead. Twist: his parents are Wall Street billionaires testing his character. Evelyn passes — and she's a secret heiress. Identity revealed, Ethan claims his fortune. A grand wedding follows. Goodness wins. Greed loses.

Vivian Mercer had been married to Grant for ten years. She ran the household and helped her husband build his business in its early days. However, during the divorce trial, Grant, his mistress and her in-laws conspired to leave her penniless, even taking their son Leo away from her. Grant humiliated her in court, sneering that she had no money, job or home to raise a child. Vivian lifted her head and retorted: “Then I’ll buy the company that pays your lawyer.” Though she seemed on the verge of breaking down, she actually possessed evidence of financial fraud and illegal asset transfers committed by Grant’s company. She reclaimed control of the trust fund left by her biological father and teamed up with Julian Cross, a top-tier divorce lawyer for whom she once held unrequited feelings back in college. She launched a two-front counterattack, fighting relentlessly both at the child custody hearing and in the boardroom takeover battle.

Vivian Mercer had been married to Grant for ten years. She ran the household and helped her husband build his business in its early days. However, during the divorce trial, Grant, his mistress and her in-laws conspired to leave her penniless, even taking their son Leo away from her. Grant humiliated her in court, sneering that she had no money, job or home to raise a child. Vivian lifted her head and retorted: “Then I’ll buy the company that pays your lawyer.”

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.