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I once believed that every click of Ryan's Leica shutter was proof of his love—a luxury villa, his exclusive muse—I was foolish enough to believe in this fairy tale. Until our engagement night, when Isabella appeared wearing an identical ring, and the media exposed his betrayal, I finally realized I was nothing but a carefully selected stand-in.

Have you ever spent three years of your youth living as someone else's shadow? When he held her and called me "just a cheap copy," I didn't break down. After all, isn't it more satisfying to turn the tables using the camera sounds he was so obsessed with, making him pay for his sins in his own madness? In this game of deception disguised as love, who really played whom?

My name is Cecilia Jones, and I just turned eighteen.
Today is the weekend, and I made a special trip to my sister Jennifer Jones’ shop to grab lunch with her.
Jennifer’s shop, called “HeartSync,” is tucked away in an unassuming building in the heart of downtown. It looks discreet from the outside, but inside, it’s a whole different world.
It’s a sex experience shop, offering a unique AI-driven sexual simulation experience, designed to meet the physical needs of single men and women.
The store is filled with all kinds of high-tech equipment and products. Just walking past the display cases makes my face flush and my heart race.
One day, I went to Jennifer’s shop for lunch, but right after we finished eating, she invited me to help her test out a new AI headset…

I tricked my billionaire husband into signing divorce papers—he had no idea.

"Exam documents," I lied.

His ex-wife laughed. "Boring paperwork. Don't bother reading it."

He signed without even looking.

Three years of marriage. I thought he'd learn to love me. Ever since she came back, my dinners grew cold while I reheated them alone. I waited in our bed, night after night. I watched him drop everything and run to her with every phone call.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

That same day, I saw him at the hospital—holding her hand, asking about her baby.

I finally stopped waiting.

I left the estate at dawn. Left behind the jewelry, the designer clothes, the empty promises.

Then he showed up at my door.

"I know about the baby," his voice was raw. "I know about the accident. I know everything."

He looked at me like I was his entire world.

Three years too late? Or just in time?

I chose to retire at my peak for Alexander.
But twenty minutes before our wedding started, he decided to help his childhood sweetheart move, leaving me alone at the venue.
He said, "Sophia, you're strong enough; you don't need anyone to protect you."
So I tossed my veil aside and called off the wedding.
Alexander thought I'd come crawling back, even threatened to blacklist me.
But he didn't know that as I was leaving the wedding, my former coach suddenly called out to me, asking if I wanted to chase that championship again.

Five years together. Our wedding was just weeks away.
Then she came back—pregnant, claiming the baby was his.
Overnight, I went from fiancée to "the other woman."
He moved me out of our bedroom. He put the ring he designed for me on her finger. And when I was drowning, gasping for air, he carried her to safety and never looked back.
What he didn't know? I lost a child that day too.
His child.
The moment I boarded that plane, I swore I'd never return.
But the moment he realized I was gone, he lost his mind trying to find me.

They say true love makes a woman radiant. Noble. Beautiful.

But my marriage? It was a prison.

For seven years, I wore the shackles of "the perfect wife." I endured. I yielded. I bent over backward to keep the peace. Even when my husband banished me to the back row on our anniversary. Even when I watched him fawn over another woman right in front of me—I stayed silent.

I wanted to break free. I just didn't know how.

Then the yacht swayed, and my arm brushed against Theodore Sinclair.

He didn't pull away.

Neither did I.

When his fingers found mine beneath the blanket... when his voice dropped low against my ear and murmured, *"When we reach shore, I'll give you exactly what you want"*—

I was lost.

They say a woman who strays has no shame.

But when his lips met mine, I couldn't help wondering:

Is this it? Is this where my new life finally begins?

My husband, Zachary, chose to save his sister-in-law right in front of the kidnappers.

The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"

Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.

He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.

Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.

When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.

"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."

Selene thought she'd found true love with Alexander Morrison. She was WRONG—she was just a stand-in for Jessa, the woman he really wanted.

When Alexander and his twin brother Adrian's yacht exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, Alexander came home with Adrian's ashes, claiming to BE Adrian. His goal? To steal Adrian's wife Jessa—the woman he'd always loved.

Selene knew instantly he was lying, but when she told everyone, no one believed her. Alexander called her "crazy from trauma" and locked her away in a mental facility. She was PREGNANT.

They drugged her daily. After she gave birth, Alexander told her the baby died. She broke completely.

Three years later, dying in that white hell, Selene heard Alexander's final confession:

"I always loved Jessa. Adrian just got to her first. YOU? You were just her replacement."

"The kid's alive. I gave him to Jessa. He calls her Mom now."

Selene died full of rage—then woke up reborn, back to the moment Alexander walked in with that urn.

This time, she'd expose his lies and make him PAY.

Blake's keeping me locked up in a villa outside the city, with a dozen bodyguards watching me around the clock. They won't let me step foot outside my room.

He once promised Vanessa, the woman he never got over, that he'd give her company shares and his estate. Now she's back after her divorce, pregnant, crying to Blake that I threatened her, told her to give up what he promised, and that I wanted to hurt her and her baby.

Blake believed her.

He's convinced I'm evil and gold-digging. He locked me up here while he stays at the hospital, never leaving Vanessa's side.

I'm going into sudden labor, crying and begging him to let me go to a hospital. I swear I never wanted those things, never hurt her.

Blake just sneers. "You're such a liar. I don't believe a single word from someone as vicious as you. After Vanessa delivers, I'll get you a doctor. Stop trying to fool me."

But when he finally sees my body, he completely falls apart.

In my past life, I loved the wrong man, chose the wrong path, and died trapped in an underground prison.

Reborn and given a second chance, facing the choice between the Blackwood brothers, everyone expected me to fall into Kellan's arms again—that once "perfect lover," that demon who tortured me to death.

But this time, I chose his older brother, Kai.

I chose the eldest son rumored to be cold and ruthless, the dangerous man who handled "gray business" overseas, the only person who bled for me in my previous life.

When I took Kai's hand in front of everyone, Kellan lost his mind, and so did my twin sister Aria.

"You love me!" Kellan screamed hysterically. "How could you choose that cold-blooded bastard?"

I smiled calmly: "Because this time, I'm choosing someone who truly loves me."

The pain of my past life won't repeat itself. The revenge of this life has only just begun.

My boyfriend's mistress deliberately gave me a strawberry cake that I'm allergic to.
After I went into anaphylactic shock and had a miscarriage, I knew it was all over.
But when I left it all behind and went back to my hometown, he showed up at my door telling me to quit throwing a fit, that he still loved me.
This kind of love full of betrayal?
I don't want it.

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

I was Ethan Blake's perfect mistress for five years, adhering faithfully to his rules of secrecy and obedience.

I knew his coffee preferences, his pre-meeting anxieties, yet it wasn't until his arranged-marriage partner returned that I understood I was merely a replaceable 'item' in his life plan.

When my mother passed and the pressure of medical bills vanished, I realized for the first time — that contract with its monthly transfers had bought not just my time, but my very right to say 'no' to him.

And now, when I no longer need his money...

This transaction, forged in the name of bondage, will be terminated by me.

After Nicholas got engaged, his assistant handed me a plane ticket.

"Leave. Don’t ever show your face in Silverlight City again."

"Otherwise, Mr. Jackson has more than enough ways to ruin you."

All those years I spent by his side, I was admired by everyone, living in the spotlight.

Yet when I finally left, I was reduced to a pitiful, laughable sight.

I said, "Fine."

But that very night, the flight plunged from over thirty thousand feet in the air.

Claire returns from IVF abroad, pregnant with mate Jason’s pup, only to find his secretary Brooke in their den. Brooke attacks her, causing a miscarriage, while Jason dismisses Claire, failing to recognize her.

Claire’s powerful family intervenes, revealing her identity. She severs ties with Jason, whose pack crumbles without their support.

At Brooke’s pup’s feast, Claire exposes the child isn’t Jason’s—his lost pup was his only heir. The Holloways collapse, and Claire moves on.

I gave five years to my husband's ambition—and got betrayal in return.

Forty-three days without a break on the Imperial City project. I collapsed from exhaustion and woke up in the hospital. He never picked up the phone.

He was too busy celebrating his mistress's birthday.

The blonde hair wrapped around his jacket was like a slap to the face. I'd cut my own hair short years ago because he said long hair wasn't "professional." He just meant it wasn't professional on me.

He promised we'd move to Imperial City together once he succeeded. But he was always too busy—except when it came to touring my project sites with her.

I'd had enough.

I froze the accounts. Pulled the funding. Took back everything I'd built.

He tried to push me out of my own position, so I reclaimed the patents and withdrew my support.

He called a press conference to save face. I attended—as an executive at his largest competitor.

I watched him crumble.

For five years, I held him up. And for five years, he treated me like something disposable.

He forgot that the empire he thought he built was never his.

It was always mine.

It's raining. I can hear the droplets falling on the glass on the ceiling. But no smell of outside world. I don't even remember how it feels to be outside. Free and breathing in fresh air since he got me here. I clutched onto Ryan's little hands when I heard the beep of the door lock.
He is here .. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silent basement. I left Ryan sleeping in the room and stood in front of him. His eyes filled with lust bore into mine..


She was kidnapped, taken away from the world by a lonely crazy guy. She was his captive and had no reason to live other than her son. Will she escape or grow old or worse he kills her finding someone new??
Inspired from " Real events and news I saw in tv about a girl...

After a devastating car accident, Blair White lost her sight and everything she held dear, plunging her world into darkness.

On a snowy winter's night, with her gravely ill mother, she found herself thrown out onto the streets. In that moment of utter desperation, Harrison Ward extended his hand in apparent salvation.

She trusted him completely, marrying him without hesitation. For three years she lived within his web of lies, only to discover he hadn't led her to salvation or even purgatory - but straight into hell itself.

When Blair finally awakened to the truth and filed for divorce, Harrison merely smirked as he signed the papers, declaring with absolute certainty: "You'll come crawling back to me."

In Harrison's mind, Blair was nothing but a weak, blind woman - someone anyone could step on. Without him, she couldn't possibly survive.

He watched coldly as others tormented her, staying silent as she suffered, pushing her further and further toward the edge of despair.

One year later, at a high society gala, he stared at the stunning woman commanding everyone's attention. His eyes welled with tears as he desperately pulled her into his arms, his voice breaking with barely contained emotion: "Blair... you're alive?"

Blair gazed at the haggard, desperate man before her, her eyes filled with nothing but detachment: "Mr. Ward, please control yourself. My husband might get the wrong idea!"

The adaptation maintains the emotional core while adjusting the language and cultural context to feel natural in American English, keeping the themes of betrayal, redemption, and transformation that drive the narrative.

After six years bound to Alpha Lucian, I stumbled on a clinic scene that shattered my world: he was ordering herbs to protect Vanessa Monroe’s pregnancy while aborting mine, all to secure her child’s inheritance. Heartbroken, I faked a miscarriage as he played the doting mate, then burned every memory and fled. Lucian later eliminated Vanessa, realizing his mistake, and plastered the world with missing-person posters. In Sylvoth Pack, I posed as married to Ben Foster, a kind fugitive. When Lucian found me, he revealed he’d aborted our baby to save my frail body and was drugged into bedding Vanessa. But I’d already fallen for Ben, who gave up his title for me. I chose a simple life over returning, and Lucian died alone, wearing the only coat I’d made him that I never burned.

At the engagement party, my fiancé William Smith rushed out with his adopted sister in his arms.

"She's carrying my child,".

He threatened me to take in the illegitimate child, yet sneered when I proposed breaking off the engagement: "The entire social circle knows you're my fiancée."

When he stomped the lucky pouch my mother had embroidered for me into a filthy puddle.

When my future in-laws cursed me as "a nouveau riche daughter who knows no decency".

I felt utter disappointment.

Then Carter Brown, the brother of a family friend whom I had once rejected, appeared with a family-heirloom jade necklace.

"I promised that if you weren't married by thirty, you'd marry me—it's time to fulfill that promise."

At the wedding ceremony, William Smith burst in holding a blood-stained rose.

He pressed a dagger to his throat and shouted hoarsely, "You said you'd stay with me till the end!"

But when a medical record slipped from Carter Brown's suit pocket, it unraveled another layer of conspiracy.

I, Chloe, have endured a storm of betrayal and cruelty within my werewolf pack. Father, Alpha Jonathan, callously ignored my mother's desperate need for a healer, leading to her tragic death. After her passing, I'm falsely accused of theft by Elena, Jonathan's favored one, and branded a foundling.

I was kidnapped.

The kidnapper turned out to be my boyfriend.

I crushed his balls.

While he was howling and begging me to let him go,

I said,

"You think this is the end? This is just the beginning."

Nathan, for what you did to my sister, I'm going to make you pay back every bit of it.

Every pain she suffered—I'll make you feel all of it, too.

Alice, pregnant and vulnerable, is coerced onto a perilous ride by Frank, goaded by his malicious sister Amelia. "You love danger, don't you?" Frank sneers, ignoring her desperate cries that their child is at risk. After losing the baby, she's abandoned in the hospital. "Pull the plug on the ECMO," Frank coldly orders over the phone, amidst the clatter of mahjong tiles.

Amelia torments Alice further, screeching, "You're nothing but a charity case!" and framing her for corporate crimes. When Alice discovers Amelia caused her mother's suicide, she exposes their schemes.

Frank, ruined, exacts a brutal revenge on Amelia, screaming, "This is for our child!" before taking his own life. In the end, Alice, stronger than ever, finds love and peace running a seaside motel, Frank's final letter laying bare Amelia's treachery.

On my mating day with Alpha Frank, rogue werewolves attacked. Without hesitation, he pushed me aside to protect his cousin and fled. I was brutally assaulted by the rogues in front of all the guests, with my womb torn and body burned.

My brother carried me to safety and pleaded for help. In a semi - conscious state, I overheard him and Alpha Frank.

I learned that Frank had arranged the attack so he could make Irina his true mate.

All my suffering was just a means to clear the way for her.

I was bound to Elijah on a fateful night, but his childhood friend Alice's suicide threat disrupted our ceremony.

Elijah chose his family over her, and she later died.

In the following 30 years, I dedicated myself to the Langley pack, only to be betrayed by Elijah, who revealed our child was from Alice's eggs and then killed me.

Miraculously, I was reborn to that binding night.

This time, I let Elijah go......

I had walked through the darkest abyss with Alpha Gorge.

When his family was framed and plunged into ruin, I was his unyielding rock. We shivered under a bridge, living on instant noodles. I scoured for herbs when he was sick, ignoring my own misery. But once he became Alpha, I was demoted to a lowly nanny.

Tears streaming, I cried, "You promised to marry me at 25! How could you forget?" He stood, dazed by Salina, and brushed me off like a nuisance.

At the disastrous event, Salina's scandalous video played. She clung to him, wailing, "It's a setup!" But Alpha Gorge, in a fit of wild rage, ordered her sold to a seedy nightclub.

Salina, gaunt and haunted, returned to his kitchen. "Please, let's start over," she begged.

Alpha Gorge, seething at the sight of her and perhaps my new life, roared, "You can't undo the pain!" and lunged at her.

As he struck, Salina cackled, "The food is poisoned! Pay for your cruelty!"

Alpha Gorge doubled over in agony. "Lora... sorry... forgive me,"

I endured five years in a loveless werewolf marriage to Alex Brown.

He married me as a placeholder for his true love, Alice.

Despite my efforts to win his heart, he always chose Alice.

I suffered through his coldness, Alice's taunts, and the Brown pack's demands.

When our bond break agreement finally came due, I left without looking back, reclaiming my identity as a designer.

Alex, meanwhile, faced financial ruin due to Alice's greed.

A scandal erupted when Alice claimed to be pregnant with his child, only for the DNA results to prove otherwise.

In a fit of rage, Alex and Alice drowned themselves, leaving me to move on from a painful chapter that was never truly about me.

I'm Alana, and my life turned into a chaotic storm when my fiancé mate, Ethan, abandoned me on our wedding day for his ex - mate, Claire.

He left me on the roadside, choosing to protect Claire and her unborn pup, who he claimed was his.

Back at the packhouse, seeing Claire in my place, wearing my things and cooking for Ethan, shattered my heart.

Ethan's actions and lies, like making Claire his stand - in bride and hiding their relationship, made me realize I was just a pawn.

I decided to end things, but Ethan's desperate attempts to win me back after learning Claire's betrayal only added to the turmoil.

Amidst this mess, Chase, my childhood friend, stood by me, offering love and protection, and I finally found the courage to move on from the painful past with Ethan.

I spent five years helping Charlotte recover from paralysis, but she saw me only as a brother, clinging to Sebastian, who abandoned her. Her favoritism cut deep—she defended him, ignored my sacrifices, even let him hurt her. When I finally left, she realized her mistake. Years later, I returned with Hailey, my mate, to plan our bond ceremony. Charlotte begged for another chance, but I’d moved on.

On an overseas trip, an avalanche hit suddenly.

My fiancé Henry instantly released my hand and rushed to Amara.

Just as I lost all hope, Mateo appeared.

Against the howling gale and blinding snow, he charged towards me, .

After the avalanche, I broke up with Henry. Mateo became my rock.

Our love grew, and he proposed.

When I told him I was pregnant, his joy was overwhelming. Life was perfect.

But soon, Mateo was diagnosed with leukemia. Without hesitation, I decided to donate my bone marrow.

Days ago,I overheard, "Sakura's pregnant. Once the baby's born, Amara, you'll have a new bone marrow donor."

Mateo replied, "I'd do anything for ."

That's when I realized my happy marriage was a cruel ruse from the start.

I was Alpha Arther's maid, the one who'd taken a bullet for him. But when I returned, battered and broken after being tortured by rogue werewolves, all I got was a wedding invitation.

"Bellona and I are getting married. You can leave now,"

I didn't cry or protest. I'd become a machine, programmed to follow his commands without question.

That facade finally cracked in a cemetery.

Arther watched in stunned silence as I approached a tombstone, tears streaming down my face.

I bent down and pressed a tender kiss to the cold stone.

"Nelson, I've done everything I promised. I kept him safe. Is it time for me to join you?"

I whispered, my voice heavy with longing.

Arther's alpha aura flared wildly, his control shattering. "Ava, was I nothing more than a substitute for my brother?"

Elara, the human mate of Alpha Kael, is cast aside when he weds his werewolf mate Rin.

Mocked and labeled a schemer, she jumps to her death from a stone wall during Kael's second wedding.

Kael shows no grief, ordering her body buried in a cursed desert.

After discovering Elara's letters and learning she was a dhampir, Kael uncovers a plot by his mother Laura and Rin to abuse Elara, including stealing her blood and framing her for their pup's death.

Realizing Elara was kidnapped and their pup murdered, Kael exacts vengeance...

I thought I’d marry Oscar, but his “fatal” car crash was a hoax.

He faked amnesia to cheat, but I’d seen his video confessing he’d rather play than commit.

While everyone pitied me, Nolan—Oscar’s “best friend”—quietly helped.

Turns out, Nolan had plotted Oscar’s fake death to free me, secretly loving me since college.

When Oscar mocked my “jealousy” at his engagement, Nolan stood by me.

We married swiftly, and Oscar, enraged, tried pleading.

I played his betrayal video, ending his charade.

Months later, he died in a real crash.

My mate Frank was caught red - handed in a seedy car with his cousin, Julia.

I endured years of Frank's betrayal, leaving me heartbroken.

I finally mustered the courage to leave and met Willson.

As our wedding neared, Frank made desperate attempts to win me back,however it was too late.

In a dilapidated warehouse, my husband brutally cut open my abdomen to extract the fetus.

All for the sake of obtaining bone marrow from our child to save the life of the son he had with his mistress.

"Honey, I'm begging you, don't hurt the baby," I pleaded with him.

"Arina, don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Just a little while, and you'll be free,".

Just when I was on the verge of giving up all hope, the sound of approaching help reached my ears.

I felt a glimmer of joy, thinking I was finally going to escape this nightmarish hell.

But then, in an instant, there was a sharp "Puff！"

It was the sound of a dagger slicing through my belly.

There was a deep gash in my abdomen, and blood was gushing out profusely.

"Ah! My baby!"

"How could you be so cruel?" I stared in disbelief at my best friend standing before me.

"Arina, you have to die today..."

After his sister Lisa died pushing me out of the way in an accident, Alpha Frank tormented me for five agonizing years. Guilt - ridden, I stayed as his nanny to atone. But when he decided to marry another woman, my world, already crushed by ALS, fell apart. I drowned myself in the sea.

Alpha Frank searched desperately for any sign of me. At the very spot where I'd jumped, in utter desolation, he readied to end his life. Just as he was about to leap, a young boy grabbed his arm. Startled, Alpha Frank stared at the child, and through the boy's words, learned I was alive...

I was deeply in love with Alpha Lucian, and we had a beautiful courtship. He proposed in a magical way, and we were overjoyed when I got pregnant. However, he faked his death to be with Seraphina, who lied about a curse. Discovering his betrayal through a video, I was heartbroken. I decided to have an abortion and staged my own death. Lucian later realized his mistake,  but it was too late

My mafia husband and his moonlight burtn me a live last life, this life i make them kill each other

I stood by William through his darkest days. When he finally rose to power as a mafia leader, he turned cold and demanded a divorce, wanting to give Sura a place by his side.

In my past life, I fought and paid the price—burned alive for my defiance.

But this time, they will pay.

I accidentally discovered that in the fire a few years ago, Rosy's lost heart had been transplanted into Cupid, the son of Loren's lover, Aya. At the same time, the doctor delivered the devastating news that Rosy's implanted prosthetic heart was experiencing a severe rejection reaction, and a new heart had to be found as soon as possible.

In a desperate bid to save Rosy, I decided to take her away and underwent a temporary transplant procedure.

Just when all hope seemed lost,my mate Loren, who had always been cold and distant, begged for my forgiveness in a public statement across all media platforms.

However, the doctor then revealed a heart - wrenching truth - Rosy's heart had been maliciously removed.

Filled with a seething rage and a steely determination, I made a fateful decision.

Rosy's heart rightfully belonged back in her body.

Alice discovers her werewolf mate Lincon's infidelity with Ellen. She endures a series of heartbreaks, from catching them together at a bar to finding evidence of their affair on social media and in person.

Lincon's lies and mistreatment push her to the edge.

She decides to end the bond, despite Lincon's attempts to win her back with gifts and pleas.

After a dramatic confrontation at a gala, Alice chooses Brandon.

Lincon's self - harm and final - ditch efforts fail to change her mind, and she ultimately secures a divorce, leaving a broken Lincon behind.

I became infertile due to an accidental miscarriage, and the Smith family pressured David Smith to divorce me and marry someone else. However, David Smith firmly refused.

He always loved me as he did at the very beginning.

In order to help me fulfill my wish of conceiving his child, he went to great lengths to find top domestic experts.

Unexpectedly, we had a car accident on the way to the hospital.

In the operating room, I heard his cold conversation with the doctor: "Mr. Smith, your wife is a gymnast. If one of her kidneys is removed, she won't be able to continue her career as a gymnast in the future." "Moreover, your wife is a human being. How can her kidney be given to a dog?"

David Smith said indifferently, "That dog is Jane's life. Ella White can still survive with one kidney less, but if the dog dies, Jane will lose the will to live.

"Two years ago, Jane was devastated by the loss of her child. I personally tricked Ella White into drinking the abortion pill, and then there was a glimmer of a smile on Jane's face. I can't bear to see Jane shed a single tear."

It turned out that my husband, who I thought loved me dearly, was actually a devil from hell.

I left with my broken body. Since he loves Jane so much, then I will let them be together.

Yasmine Pruitt's world collapses when intimate photos of her parents are used to blackmail her at an auction. Jason Chandler, her former lover, demands she donate a kidney to Katherine Townsend in exchange for removing the photos. Despite the high risk due to her bleeding disorder, she agrees. Tragedy strikes as her parents die in a car accident, and she discovers Jason's betrayal and his love for Katherine. After enduring humiliation and abuse, Yasmine decides to leave.

Anton's foster sister, Linda, fell ill, and soon after, Anton revealed she was pregnant—and the child was his. Shocked, I found myself caught in the middle of their secret. Anton demanded I keep quiet, postpone the wedding, and even quit my job to be Linda's guardian. But I had my own history and a bet with Daniel. When I refused Anton, he showed his true, callous nature. Meanwhile, Daniel, a werewolf from a healer clan, offered me love and respect. In the end, I chose Daniel, and we got married despite Anton's attempts to stop us. Anton's life spiraled into chaos, while I embraced a new, happier future.

My husband, Charles Smith, paced anxiously outside the door.

I lay exhausted on the delivery bed, gasping between contractions as the nurse cheered me on.

"Come on, Ms. Hayes! Your husband really loves you—he hasn't left that doorway once."

I sneered inwardly.

He didn't love me—he loved the child in my womb, the one he'd fathered with his childhood sweetheart.

Alpha Liam dug out my heart’s blood for the ninth time, carving into me with the same ruthless hands that once held me close. He said he had to repay her debts—with my suffering, my sacrifice.

But Liam.

Who will pay yours?