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After her husband Ryan and stepmother Celeste murder her inside a Bermuda Triangle shipwreck, Ava is sent back in time. Knowing their affair, secret child, and plot to steal her company, she stops paying for their mistakes and lets them destroy themselves—before exposing the truth and reclaiming everything.

After her husband Ryan and stepmother Celeste murder her inside a Bermuda Triangle shipwreck, Ava is sent back in time. Knowing their affair, secret child, and plot to steal her company, she stops paying for their mistakes and lets them destroy themselves—before exposing the truth and reclaiming everything.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

"My Alpha, if your Luna knew that the embryo transplanted into her womb was actually our fertilized egg, she was just our surrogate, she'd probably be so furious to kill herself, right?" Elora gasped. My mate, Damon, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was kneading Elora's breasts. "I don't like her either. But if she dies, who's going to manage my pack? You little minx," Damon chuckled, pulling her from the front and ruthlessly pounded into her from behind. "So, we have to keep this a secret. When our child is born and inherits my Alpha position, we'll deliver the final blow to her." I pretended not to know. I gave birth to the child and raised him with great care. Twenty-two years later, after my son Torin completed his studies, we handed over the Alpha position and all my wealth to him. At the succession ceremony, in front of the elders, nobles, and alliance leaders, Elora walked in arm-in-arm with my mate, holding a DNA paternity test report up to me. "Torin is the biological son of Damon and me. Now, it's time to return him to me." My son pulled out a small vial, said to me mercilessly, "This is a potion I got from a witch. Drink it now, break the mate bond with my father, and get as far away as possible." I smiled slightly, "Alright."

Duke Alexander marries the disabled Cecilia for a political alliance, never knowing she is Sienna, the childhood girl who saved him and vanished. As his maid Martha schemes to replace her, Cecilia becomes pregnant and is framed for treason. Alexander believes the lies, causing her tragic loss. When the truth is revealed, he loses the woman he spent his life searching for.

Everyone thinks Adrian is a reckless playboy, but beneath the mask, he has spent ten years loving mafia heir Luca. After saving Luca from an attack, Adrian is mistaken for someone else and receives nothing but rejection while Luca showers his half-sister with love. Heartbroken, Adrian fakes his death and disappears, leaving everything behind. When Luca finally discovers the truth, regret consumes him—but it's too late. Adrian has already found love with Cassian, the gentle man who has secretly loved him for years.

Brianna, the werewolf princess, was guarded by two elite warriors, Jaren and Colin, chosen by the Wolf King; whoever married her would inherit the Alpha throne. Though both had sworn never to wed another, they made an absurd wager over her hand and the throne, feigning closeness to Zoe, a low-status she-wolf. Jealous Zoe, knowing of Brianna's fatal peanut allergy, mixed peanut butter into her birthday cake and watched her suffocate. Blinded by the bet, Jaren and Colin dismissed her allergy as faked illness, abused and imprisoned her, destroyed Marcus's gifts, and seized their ruby necklace. Heartbroken, Brianna recalled her childhood engagement to Marcus, the vampire monarch who had loved her 15 years despite the blood feud. Wounded, she fled to him; Marcus saved her, healed her with his primordial blood, read her memories, and vowed revenge. At his wedding, Jaren, Colin, and Zoe were stunned: the bride was Brianna.

"My mother was a player in a quest.​ Once her mission was a success, she exited this world, leaving me behind with four Dragon Kings.​ The first was Ethan—the Golden Dragon King who controlled over seventy percent of the Dragon Realm’s Dragon Crystal veins.​ The second was Nolan—the Silver Dragon King, the strongest healing dragon in the entire Dragon Realm.​ The third was Ryker—the Black Dragon King, the commander of the Black Dragon Legion and the most feared battle dragon in the Dragon Realm.​ The fourth was Tony—the Crimson Dragon King, the supreme ruler of the Dragon Council who maintained order across all dragonkind.​ My four Dragon King fathers spoiled me rotten for sixteen years, giving me everything I ever wanted.​ That was until three years ago when Chloe, the daughter of the one that got away, returned.​ Since then, my four fathers believed her over me.​ Chloe claimed that I scared her while flying in the sky, so Tony personally tore off my dragon wings.​ When Chloe accused me of poisoning her, Nolan forced Dragon Venom down my throat—a forbidden potion that destroyed the spiritual energy within my dragon body.​ Once again, Chloe insisted that I had hurt her, so Ryker ordered my claws to be removed.​ Chloe said she didn't want to see me anymore.​ As a consequence, Ethan abandoned me in the mines where lowborn dragons were exiled.​ As I lay there in pain, my mother’s voice rang in my ear.​ “Seren, do you want to come back to Mommy?”"

Brianna, the frail werewolf princess, was raised under the protection of two elite guardians—Jaren and Colin—who swore to marry no one but her. But as she came of age, the two men made a reckless bet, using a low‑status she‑wolf named Zoe to test Brianna's feelings. Zoe, jealous and scheming, laced Brianna's birthday cake with peanut butter—knowing her deadly allergy. While Brianna choked and collapsed, Jaren and Colin, blinded by pride, believed she was faking it. They imprisoned her, smashed her jewels, and crushed her devotion. Heartbroken, Brianna fled to the vampire fortress, recalling a childhood engagement pact with Marcus, the Vampire Monarch—who had loved her for fifteen years despite the blood feud between their races. Marcus healed her, read her memories, and vowed revenge. He sent wedding invitations to Jaren, Colin, and Zoe. As they presented lavish gifts, Marcus called for his bride—and Brianna walked down the aisle. The three betrayers froze in shock. The woman they had wronged was now another man's queen.