Sold by My Own Fiancé to the Mafia DonThe masked man who dragged me into a mafia Don’s bed laughed when I begged him to let me go.
“Please. I have a fiancé.”
“Then forget him.”
His voice sounded familiar.
Afterward, he caught me trying to throw my fiancé’s necklace into the sea.
He opened the pendant. Inside was a childhood photograph.
His own.
The man who had handed me over to another man was the one who’d promised to marry me.Dumping My Ungrateful Werefox for a Loyal Werewolf“Someone like you should be grateful I let you keep me.”
My werefox said that after sending me to the hospital.
I’d spent my last cent saving him. He repaid me with scars, refused our bond, and chose a richer woman.
He laughed, “You’ll never find anyone better.”
Then the werewolf arrived. He bent for my touch, shared my burdens, and asked who had hurt me.
But my fox lost his mind. “Send him back. I’ll bond with you. Tonight.”
Once, I would’ve given anything to hear that.
Now, I reached for the wolf.Diamonds for Her, Divorce for HimOn the third day after I gave birth, my husband Marcus told me he had an urgent business trip. He left me alone in the hospital to care for our newborn.
Three days later, just as I was finally being discharged, his childhood friend Sierra posted a photo on Instagram. It was a cozy family portrait: Sierra, her daughter, and my husband smiling beneath the caption, “A happy family of three.”
That same night, she showed off the diamonds he bought her. In the comments, Marcus promised that twenty years from now, he would buy “their daughter” a set too.
Our six-day-old son was crying in my arms.
Marcus had already forgotten he existed.
So when he threatened me with divorce again, I didn’t beg him to stay.
This time, I said yes.They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My Body“Mom, I’m really going to die. Please believe me this once.”
She was silent for two seconds.
“Since you hate coming back to this family so much, then don’t come back again.”
That night, while the fake heiress celebrated her engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic.
I begged my parents to call the police. My fiancé called only to warn me, then blocked my number.
Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save an unidentified burn victim.
In the end, she was the one who pulled the white sheet over my face.
She never recognized her own daughter beneath it.The Betrayed Goddess: From Banished Mistress to OlympusI hid my identity as Aphrodite, goddess of love, to spend three years as a fisherman’s wife.
Then I became pregnant—and he announced he was marrying a princess.
“She’s a princess. What are you?” Adrian asked. “A fishing village woman?”
That evening, he brought my favorite pastries.
“Eat. The baby’s hungry too.”
I took a bite.
Then he told me the princess might be pregnant.
“Her child has to be my firstborn.”
Pain twisted through my belly. I looked down at the half-eaten pastry.
“Adrian… what did you put in this?”Reborn, I Became His RegretIn her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him.
By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door.
Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage.
For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her.
Then Vivian returned with his child.
Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too.
Adrian ordered her to have an abortion.
She died on the operating table.
When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night.
This time, she did not enter Room 1908.
She sent the room number to Vivian instead. 
