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My father, Roger Hiddleston, unexpectedly became gravely ill and was rushed to intensive care. Before entering, he clasped my hand firmly and pleaded with me to resolve matters with Daniel Moore. I nodded and gave him my word, trying to calm his worries. By myself, I remained outside the ICU, repeatedly attempting to reach Daniel by phone. At last, in the early morning, someone picked up, but it was Barbara Lane who answered. "Daniel's occupied. I'm holding his phone. If you need something, you can tell me," Barbara stated. I hesitated before responding, "Just a separation." Sadly, Roger didn't survive.

On my way to pick up my son, I was scrolling through Instagram when a post caught my eye. It was a popular Q&A challenge: "What's the boldest thing you've ever done in your life?" The replies were wild. Some confessed to cheating, others to streaking in public. The discussion was lively. I wasn't particularly interested and casually scrolled past. Until a familiar profile picture stopped me in my tracks. She said she had destroyed a socialite's life with just a few words. "She was my boss's fiancée, a young and gorgeous Upper East Side princess." "On the eve of her wedding, she was kidnapped, and my boss asked me to handle the ransom." "I suggested we delay for a few days, let her suffer a bit, so she'd learn her place." "But she turned out to be too fragile. The kidnappers tortured her until she had a mental breakdown, and she was sent to a psychiatric hospital." "This is the third year she's been locked away." "And me? I finally married my boss." That word, "finally," dripped with the satisfaction and cruelty of a long-premeditated plan. Like a public taunt, delivered three years too late.

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Kyra wakes up with no memory, only a name. But Kyra isn't who she thinks she is. As secrets unravel, she discovers her identity was never hers to begin with. Somewhere in the shadows, her twin sister lies buried in blood and betrayal. And Liam? He’s known the truth all along. Because the woman he’s falling for is the daughter of the monster who killed his family. He swore he'd use her for revenge. He never meant to fall in love. But when love and vengeance collide, someone has to bleed. In a world of power, lies, and ruins—can love survive the truth

A psychological horror with a tough romance highlighting two college boys with twisted and dark pasts.Alex moves to the city after living in an orphanage all his life where he stumbles upon Skylar, an off vibe guy with an interesting past. The sequence of events of their past define what their actions are today but will they let them have a future?

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.