My husband is the world's most renowned plastic surgeon, with women lining up around the block to get work done by him. I've always wanted to enhance my own beauty, but he absolutely refuses to perform any procedures on me. During a live Q&A session, a fan asked him why he hadn't made his wife more beautiful. He smiled affectionately and replied, "My wife doesn't need plastic surgery. I love her natural appearance the most!" But as the years passed and my looks began to fade, I couldn't resist going to his clinic to ask him to work his magic on me. He forced a laugh. "Honey, stop joking around. Just go home, please." When I pressed him for a reason, he sighed reluctantly. "I only love your natural look—even aging gracefully has its beauty. I've seen enough cookie-cutter beauties to last a lifetime." "Be good and go home now. I have another surgery scheduled soon!" Disappointed, I slumped in his office chair, accidentally discovering a spare phone identical to his hidden under the desk. The phone contained just one social media app with a single contact. "Darling, you can remove the stitches tonight. I'm so excited!" "I'm coming over to your place tonight to personally inspect the results of my surgery! Wear that new uniform and wait for me!" That's when I discovered he had performed multiple surgeries on his former flame. His phone was filled with provocative photos of her post-surgery, posing in various uniforms. So much for only loving the "natural look"—it was all a lie.

I always thought my boyfriend was just a regular office worker. We lived in a tiny rented apartment, surviving on instant noodles and bargain meals. Until one day, when he pulled up in front of me driving a jaw-dropping vintage Rolls-Royce. And there on the driver's license was the vehicle owner's name—James Carter. "Honey, I can explain this. Really."

On my first day at work, the HR supervisor blocked me at the entrance. She pointed at my feet: "Left foot first? That's a hundred-dollar fine." Before I could speak, she flashed her payment QR code: "Poor little intern, how dare you glare at me?" She ripped my necklace off, crushing my mother's jade pendant beneath her heel. Beside her stood my boyfriend of five years. He shielded her, frowning at me: "Are you done making a scene? Do you really think you can throw tantrums here?" I couldn't help but smile. What they didn't know— That morning, I had just signed the ownership papers. I was the CEO of this company. The executive elevator unlocked with my fingerprint. The board members were the aunts and uncles who'd watched me grow up. And the "powerful backing" they claimed their supervisor had? Now bowing respectfully to me: "Madam CEO, I apologize for your mistreatment." I accepted the termination papers, saying softly: "Fire him, along with that unauthorized 'pregnant woman' he brought in." "Then call the police—someone's been embezzling funds. I have all the evidence ready." The humiliation you once made me suffer, you'll repay on your knees.

Jessica Johnson first crossed paths with Francis Foster, a powerful business mogul, in a twist of fate. To pay off her family's gambling debts, she became his "canary" for five years. Jessica thought what they had was a secret romance, until Francis announced his engagement to high-society darling Sophia Stewart. Only then did she realize she'd been nothing more than a price-tagged commodity in a cold transaction. Shattered, Jessica slipped away from the capital and rebuilt her life in a quiet southern town. Two years later, she has grown into a confident, independent professional and even met the gentle, refined Vincent Wells. But a job transfer pulls her back to the capital, where an inevitable reunion with Francis awaits. During those two years, Francis broke off his arranged engagement and paid a heavy price in the corporate battlefield, all to find her again. Now, he approaches Jessica with patience and caution, pursuing her with a tenderness he never showed before. But she is no longer the girl who once looked up at him with blind devotion.

Ella thought she had married the perfect man—Julian, whose "family business" always seemed shrouded in mystery—until the arrival of their neighbor, Silas, shattered her calm life. Silas, a gentle and well-read middle-aged professor, became her source of comfort during Julian's frequent absences—and slowly, she found herself drawn to him. But when Julian's location pinged from Silas's home, Ella—furious and heartbroken—confronted him at gunpoint, demanding the truth. The shocking truth? Julian and Silas were the same person all along. A werewolf cursed by ancient magic, doomed to live with two human forms—one young, one older. He had orchestrated this double life just so she could learn to love every side of him. And when the full moon revealed his true werewolf form, Ella realized she had fallen deep into a supernatural trap of love and fate. "I can be whatever you need me to be—but you have to accept the truth: you are my mate."

One strange morning, "I" wake to find my arm eerily raised in midair, unfamiliar takeout boxes and sleeping pills scattered around the house. When a pair of strangers unlock the door and insist they are my "parents"—and that "I" am their mentally ill son—a battle over identity, memory, and reality begins. Surveillance footage shows my body defying gravity, mirrors reflect desperate overlapping images, and online forums swarm with medical experts offering explanations… Piece by piece, the clues reveal a staggering truth: this is not a conspiracy, but the final struggle of a dissociative identity fighting against its own erasure. This is a story of love and sacrifice, a philosophical exploration of what makes a self "real," and a haunting question: when a "false" identity holds genuine emotions, where does the line between salvation and destruction truly lie?

Vierne Obolensky is the last heir of the Obolensky family, the family of Earls in Moscow, Russia. At a tender age, she witnessed 2 horrible things, first, after a short illness, her life was barely saved but sadly she lost her sense of feel. She got some special powers in return, but she considered them as a curse because with these powers running out of control, she took her own parents life. She could not touch anything or else it would break. After ten years of solitude, she meets Music in its human form to discover her purpose and become the strongest gatekeeper guarding the gates to heaven and hell.

The moment the judge's gavel came down, Sophia Bennett collapsed in the defendant's box. "We were just joking around! We were all so young back then!" Ten years ago, Evelyn Carter was that poor girl wearing second-hand uniforms who still ranked in the top three of her grade. Wealthy heiress Sophia Bennett, consumed by jealousy, subjected her to systematic bullying: tearing up her homework, exposing her diary, forging love letters, and slapping her in public. The entire school isolated her, and no one spoke up in her defense. The deepest pain wasn't the violence, but when campus heartthrob Lucas Harrison, knowing the truth, said: "This is between you girls. I don't want to get involved." Ten years later, Evelyn returned from Harvard Law School as a top attorney specializing in campus bullying cases. When Sophia found herself in the defendant's box for fraud, when Lucas desperately begged for help with his company's legal troubles, when those former tormentors turned pale-faced at the class reunion— She called them out one by one, listed their offenses, and calmly delivered her verdict: "Ten years ago, you showed me no mercy. Today, it's my turn."

I, Diana, was an assassin. Of course, my verifiable kill count at the time was zero. I had professional aspirations—to become a world-renowned assassin. And right then, I was just one step away from making my dream come true. The first and final step to worldwide fame was to kill someone who was already world-famous. Speaking of the most famous person in Sfortuna, it had to be Jack Thorne. But I almost died before achieving my goal. I wanted revenge. So I crossed every line—drugged him, tied him up and fucked him, then vanished into the night. Game over, I thought. Our paths would never cross again. Damn, was I wrong? He hunted me down, slammed me against the wall, his eyes blazing. “You really thought you could fuck me and disappear?” “Mr. Thorne,” I squirmed against his grip, “the Killer’s Handbook doesn’t mention after-sales service.” His lips curved into an icy smile. “Well, it does now. And sweetheart? You’re taking full responsibility.”

Every year a student is chosen to get a scholarship to graduate at the official Werewolf Committee. No one gets to meet or even see the high society wolves unless they are lucky enough to be born into a family of wealth, or to be chosen as a scholarship graduate. Elina Weitzel is the year's chosen scholarship graduate and she is the person who was least expected to be chosen. However even if she doesn't know it, she has the qualities the Werewolf Committee were looking for: Confidence, Academic, Athletic, Ambitious, and Compassionate. Little does she know, one of the powerful Alphas turns out to be her mate.