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When Lu Ming’s biological father and stepmother came looking for him, he didn’t feel happy or excited. A long time ago, Lu Ming’s father, Lu Yaohua, abandoned his wife and son and married his lover. For 18 years, Lu Ming had not seen his father, even when his mother passed away. Now, Lu Ming’s father came looking for him because his half-brother was sick and needed a kidney transplant. The first thing his father and stepmother said to him was that they wanted a kidney from him. “We are a family. You’re his older brother. It’s your responsibility to save your little brother. If you can help Ze, we’ll give you 10 million yuan,” offered Lu Yaohua. “A human can survive with one kidney, right? How can you not save your brother when he’s dying? You’re just like your useless mom!” scolded the stepmother. “Heck! I would never have agreed to dad spending the 10 million if the donor center has a suitable kidney for me!”the younger brother cursed . [Option 1: Agree to the request. Reward: A halo for enduring humiliation. Option 2: Decline the request. Reward: 51% of the shares of Wanke Real Estate—one the top 500 listed companies in the country.] Lu Ming stared coldly at the three visitors and scoffed. “I don’t have a brother like you, or a family. Get out!”

Vivienne Parker, a young graduate finds herself entangled in a love web. Vivian Parker, first daughter of the Parker family and step sister of Mary Parker, signed a contract to be a substitute bride for five years to a man who was supposed to married to her step sister. just to save the life of her father Robinson Parker. For Vivianne Parker she was been saved by the enigmatic and handsome billionaire called Aaron Richmond from her step mother and sister maltreatment. As Vivienne Parker is been thrust into world of Luxury and intrigued unknowing to her that she signed a contract to be a kidney donor to Mrs Daisy Richmond, Aaron's mother.   What will happen to Vivianne Parker when she finds out she was just a kidney donor for the Richmond's Family? What will Vivianne Parker do when she finds out that after five of marriage to Aaron Richmond. He still see her as a substitute bride? Will Vivienne withstand the pressure and betrayal or will she fight back?

This is a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's poems I am a huge fan of Poe's poems and want to spread them to the world!

I’m Crystal Chase, who bound to Preston Lewis for 5 years,but what a hell those years were. When I lay burning with fever, begging him over voice memos, he only said later, “You trashed the master bedroom, so I’ll sleep in the guest room.” When I got mugged and called him ten times,He chewed me out: “You blew off the pack banquet!” Worst of all, when I lost our pup in a crash, he snarled, “You owe Madeline a pup—lose one to square it.” I found he doted on Madeline, who’s a spitting image of his dead flame Talia. I smashed his phone: “If you can’t pick up calls, what’s the point?!” But he bolted to Madeline the second her custom chime rang. Later, I met Warren and swore to unbind. Preston’s mom slapped me: “You stabbed my son!” I slapped back: “I put up with your crap for him—now he’s yesterday’s news!” Madeline framed me for tossing Preston’s precious watch, but I exposed Talia’s fake “disappearance” at their binding bash: “She lived plush for 5 years, not trafficked!” Preston finally saw the truth, but it was too late. He donated a kidney to my dad, voice soft: “Let me make it up.” I shook my head: “I’m with Warren now.”

Once a noble, radiant white wolf, I became the laughingstock of the Alpha's household in New Moon City. My husband, driven by greed, seized my gravely ill father's kidney to gift it to someone else. Abusing me became the finest spectacle to please his mistress. "Luna Selina, face reality! ...I can grant you everything, and take it all away at any moment!" Yet my concessions only earned shameless slander, deeper humiliation, and even threats against the child within me! For my father's safety, my dignity shattered with each kneeling compromise, only to rebuild amidst repeated disappointments. I resolved to abandon everything, seeking out the man I'd rejected years ago to beg for my father's slimmest chance at survival. Who could have foreseen that this decision would not only save my dying father but also fulfil my childhood dream of medicine, once so impossibly distant.

My neighbor's child is critically ill, and my mother insists that I donate a kidney. I have been weak, sickly, and malnourished since I was young - even a simple blood test can take a toll on my health. My mother's answer was chilling: 'Why should I care about your life or death? Savannah is my true daughter!' Later on, I discovered the truth of the matter. When I was born, my mother exchanged me with our wealthy neighbor's baby girl. I watched helplessly as my mother signed the surgical consent form. But that's not enough. My father tied me to the operating table with a rope, while my brother picked up the surgical knife himself. I couldn't resist and desperately made one final request: to do a DNA test with my mother. She agreed, perhaps thinking that this was the only way to keep me quiet. However, after the surgery, I became infected and lost all my memories. But my dear mother has gone crazy.

The day Liam Blackwood won the Super Bowl and was named MVP, I was in the crowd, applauding him through my tears. During the post-game interview, a reporter asked him: "Mr. Blackwood, it’s been widely reported that at your lowest point, your former physical therapist—and girlfriend—left you for fame and fortune. Now that you have this championship ring, what, if anything, would you like to say to her?" Liam’s expression hardened. Staring down the lens, his voice dripped with raw hatred: "Elara, you said I couldn't give you the spotlight you wanted, so you left. Now, looking at my championship ring and this multi-million dollar contract, do you regret it?" I gritted my teeth, fighting back the searing pain in my kidney, and whispered to the roaring stadium, "No regrets." Because when I gave him my kidney, my only wish was for him to live out his dream.

After eight years of marriage, I finally accepted the fact that my husband's heart only had room for pure love Serenity, not for me or our daughter. Just as I had made up my mind to divorce him and was on my way to the airport to leave home, my daughter Melody and I were involved in a serious car accident. The accident killed the driver instantly, Melody lost one of her kidneys, and I lost my own heart, replaced with an artificial one. When we woke up, my husband was kneeling by our hospital beds, crying and begging for our forgiveness, saying he truly couldn't lose us. Melody and I decided together to give him one last chance, limited to the thirty-day cooling-off period before the divorce. But on the evening before the cooling-off period ended, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Mr. Shaw, you took your wife's heart and gave it to Miss Yates, and then took Melody's kidney and gave it to Lily. Melody is your own darling children. Is what you're doing really worth it?" My husband gently caressed a wooden box on his desk, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Who told her to insist on divorcing me? If she hadn't been so determined to leave, how would the car accident have happened?Serenity's heart condition couldn't wait any longer, and Lily had just been diagnosed with kidney failure. Lily was Serenity's whole world. Everything I did was just so Serenity could be happy and safe." "As for them, I'll be the best husband and father for the rest of their lives. That should be enough......"

I’d transmigrated into a novel where I was the fake daughter—nothing more than a stand-in. When the real daughter came home, I finally learned the truth: years ago, my parents had gone to the orphanage and picked me up, just to soothe the pain of losing their child. I had never been their salvation, only a substitute. In their eyes, the past twenty years were nothing but me stealing their real daughter’s place. So they started to take it all back, piece by piece, with a vengeance. The real daughter said she liked my bedroom, and my parents immediately kicked me out, shoving me into the storage room to sleep. She said she envied my popularity, so my brother forced the production team to give her the female lead role I’d fought so hard to get, and told me to play supporting role to her spotlight. She even clutched her waist, pouted, and whined that her life in her previous home had been so hard it left her with kidney problems. Just like that, they all turned to me and demanded I get on the operating table and give her one of mine. But I was the only one who knew the truth, because I’d read the original novel. This so-called “real” daughter was fake too. The “birthmark” on the back of her neck was actually a tattoo.

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?"