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For five years, I believed my husband and father when they told me they had executed my cousin for her betrayal. Then I saw her in a clinic, holding the hand of a little boy who had my husband's eyes. My entire marriage was a lie, a conspiracy to keep a Mafia alliance stable while he lived a secret life with her and their son. I was the placeholder wife, and I soon discovered their plan to have me drugged, declared insane, and buried alive in an asylum. So on the night they threw a party to celebrate their perfect family, I sent a gift. A recording of their plot, for our entire world to hear.

Tomorrow was our fifth anniversary, and I wanted to surprise my husband, Cleve, with a special ring. But at the jewelry store, my marriage certificate was rejected. The system said it was invalid. Confused, I went to city hall, only to be told my marriage to Cleve Drake was dissolved a year ago. And worse, he had remarried the day after the divorce was finalized, to Ivanna Mccarty, the shy orphan girl our family charity had sponsored. My world shattered. I found Cleve in his office, kissing Ivanna, who was dressed and styled exactly like me. I overheard them. Ivanna, feigning vulnerability, asked what if I found out. Cleve chuckled, saying I was becoming too independent, forgetting my place. He then gave Ivanna the exact "Five-Year Vow" ring I had tried to buy. The next day, Cleve acted as if nothing happened, even giving me an identical ring. But the lies were poison. I learned Ivanna had undergone plastic surgery to look like me, a chilling strategy to replace me. Then, the ultimate betrayal. My brother, battling a chronic illness, died from a sudden allergic reaction. An anonymous message revealed Ivanna had switched his medication. At his funeral, Ivanna deliberately shattered the urn containing his ashes, whispering, "He's with the dirt now. Just like you will be soon." I was framed for malpractice, my career destroyed, and beaten in jail on Cleve's orders. I overheard Ivanna confessing to Cleve that the car accident that fractured my wrist was planned, and that Cleve himself suggested pushing me into the table corner. They wanted me destroyed. But I wouldn't be their victim. I would disappear.

When I stopped my wife’s assistant, Duard, from torturing a cat, a viral video turned me into a hero overnight. The public outcry was so intense that our company, which my wife and I co-owned, had to fire him. My wife, Jesse, seemed grateful, thanking me for opening her eyes. To celebrate, she cooked a romantic dinner and proposed a toast to our new beginning. The next thing I knew, I woke up on a cold concrete floor, my hands bound tightly behind my back. Jesse and Duard stood on a catwalk above me, livestreaming to the world. Below, surrounding me in a massive, deserted warehouse, were a dozen starving pit bulls, their ribs showing through their skin. "This is justice, Kai," she said, her voice stripped of all warmth. "For what you did to Duard." While the live chat called me a psycho, she told the world that I was the real animal here. She called Duard a kind soul and watched as the world turned against me. My loving wife was justifying my murder to a global audience. Then she gave me a choice: get on my knees, live on camera, and beg Duard for forgiveness. "Do that," she said, "and maybe I'll call them off." I looked from her cold eyes to Duard’s sadistic grin, and then at the hungry dogs. A surge of defiance cut through my fear. "Wrong answer," she hissed. "Duard, open the gates."

My son, Caleb, announced his engagement at a fancy dinner, and I expected joy. Instead, he presented a detailed list of financial demands from his fiancée, Jocelyn, and her family. They wanted chunks of our family fortune, my antique investment portfolio, and even our prime SoHo commercial property. My husband was stunned, but I remained quiet, the shock hardening into a cold resolve. Then, at the prenuptial agreement meeting, they escalated, demanding my priceless Andy Warhol, a penthouse in my building, and even a Supreme Court clerkship for Jocelyn' s brother. My lawyer stormed out, calling it a "goddamn shakedown." But the real war began when Jocelyn launched a viral smear campaign on social media, painting me as a cruel, controlling matriarch. Caleb joined in, publicly lying and betraying me, and the tabloids ate it up. Even a senator from Jocelyn's extended family tried to blackmail me, threatening a federal inquiry into our business if I didn't give in. The public attacks, the political pressure, and my own son's betrayal cut deeper than any dagger. How could my only child, whom I raised with love, fall for such a transparent and predatory scheme? My heart ached with profound disappointment, but that pain fueled a dangerous fire within me. I knew I had to end this. Not just to protect our legacy, but to show them exactly who they were truly dealing with. I made a decision no parent should ever have to make. I began the process of disinheriting Caleb. And then, I laid my trap.

I was Sarah, the Silicon Valley project manager, the "walking ATM" for my family for twenty years. When I won the $150 million Powerball, all I wanted was to finally quit, go home, and find some peace. I craved my family' s warmth and believed Omaha was my escape-my real home. But the moment I told my mom I was coming home permanently, her first concern wasn' t my well-being, but "what about the money?" When I arrived for my nephew' s graduation, the house I had paid for no longer felt like mine. My father carved me the burnt brisket ends I hated, while my brother-in-law snorted that their house was "full." My nephew demanded an F-150, oblivious to my struggle. And my mother admitted they' d sold my childhood belongings for "a couple hundred bucks." Then came the true horror. They had turned my childhood room into a "man cave" and rented out the condo I' d bought as an investment, claiming the money went to "living expenses." When I questioned how they could spend that much beyond the six figures I already sent annually, my father roared, called me an "ungrateful spinster," and then slapped me across the face, ordering me out of the house I had bought. How could the family I had sacrificed everything for, the people I had supported for two decades, betray me with such calculating greed and cruelty? How could they claim ownership of a life I had so painstakingly built and funded, only to cast me aside the moment my perceived utility waned? Were they truly this heartless, or was there some twisted logic I was missing? As I drove away, my face stinging, a text from my cousin confirmed the final, sickening lie: my nephew' s entire scholarship and university story was a sham, a desperate ploy for more money. The sadness evaporated, replaced by a cold fire. They wanted my money? Fine. But they would pay a far steeper price for their deception. My revenge was just beginning.

Seven years ago, I entered a marriage of convenience, sacrificing my life for my beloved sister Lily. I was Sarah Hayes, bound by an agreement to the powerful, wealthy Hayes family, even foolishly hoping for love with my charming husband, Ethan. But that hope died a slow, painful death through years of his endless infidelities, culminating when his mistress, driving his car, crashed violently into me, nine months pregnant. As pain consumed me and I bled on the pavement, Ethan appeared, only to coldly dismiss my cries as "drama," abandoning me for his frantic mistress. His callous neglect led directly to the loss of my baby, Hope. The subsequent devastating shock destroyed my fragile sister, Lily. How could one man's indifference cost me every single person I cared for, leaving me utterly alone after I sacrificed everything? The man I had protected for so long turned out to be the architect of my complete devastation. Yet, in my absolute despair, a profound clarity dawned: I was done. I divorced him, leaving his opulent world behind, but he relentlessly chased me back to my quiet hometown, desperate to reclaim what he believed was his. He thought he could break me again. But he was about to learn the devastating truth about the names he forgot and the five-year-old lie that shielded his darkest manipulation.

Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, "Do you think you deserve it?" Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, "Marry me?"

Ten years ago, Elizabeth Kaiser was abandoned by her biological father, cast out of her home like a stray dog. A decade later, she returned as a decorated general of Nation A, wielding immense power and wealth beyond measure. The onlookers waited eagerly for her downfall, only to watch in shock as the elite families of Capitol City bowed before her in reverence. Elizabeth smirked coldly. "Want to chase me? Better ask my fists for permission first!"

Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.

After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."