The day of our wedding, he abandoned me, making me the laughingstock of the city. On our wedding night, my life hanging by a thread, I begged him to save me. He sneered, “Hurry up and die. Then no one will upset my sister.” Later, when he saw me lifeless, he lost control. When I opened my eyes again, I was married to the ruthless CEO of a powerful conglomerate. The man who once scorned me now knelt at my feet, eyes red, hands trembling as he showed his respect. “Please… let me make this right,” he whispered, utterly defeated.

The marriage between their families was the talk of the high society. On a stormy night, she was being followed, trapped between life and death… and her fiancé was busy celebrating another woman's birthday. Heartbroken, she resolved to break off the engagement. But on the eve of her decision, a man knocked at her door. Moonlight poured over the frost-covered ground, cold and serene. His dark eyes fixed on her, voice low yet tender: “The family isn’t just him. There’s me too.” “I’m here to honor the engagement.” He was the head of the family, a young business tycoon with an empire spanning the nation. Known for his cold, distant demeanor, untouched by romance… yet only he knew of the little girl he had loved for fifteen years. In countless quiet nights, he had burned with jealousy over his own nephew—mad with envy. Later, the unfaithful fiancé called drunk, begging for reconciliation. Leaning back in bed, he glanced at the girl beside him, eyes shimmering, teeth marks on his collarbone hinting at unspoken desire. His voice lazy, teasing: “Looking for your auntie in the middle of the night, nephew? What’s the matter?”

She had been secretly in love with him for three years. They had kept a hidden relationship for three years. But one day, she heard a shocking truth from her best friend: he was already in a relationship with someone else. She finally realized she had only been a stand-in all along. To claim her father’s inheritance, she agreed to a blind date. But by mistake, she sat at the wrong table. “I’ll marry you,” she said calmly. “One year later, we end the engagement.” The man opposite her raised an eyebrow. “Fine. But why wait? We can register the marriage now.” Later, her ex saw the ring on her hand and regretted it. He grabbed her wrist with red eyes. “Let’s get back together, please.” Before she could respond, a hand wrapped around her waist from behind. A cold voice sounded: “So you want to be a homewrecker?” He glanced at her ex. “Sorry, you’re holding my wife’s hand.” “And if you don’t let go… I might break it.” Only then did the ex realize—she was now his rival’s wife.

In her past life, she was used and died in bitterness. This time, she’s reborn—stronger, sharper, unstoppable. Only… the man she once married is no longer cold and distant. He’s sharp-tongued, mischievous, and… oddly flirtatious. A marriage contract binds them again. One naïve heiress, one frail yet dangerous tycoon— the whole city expects them to be a joke. But she marries into the family and is completely spoiled. And the so-called sickly man? Not only is he healthy, handsome, and rich, his empire spans the globe—and he’s secretly her backer. She snaps, “You tricked me? Be careful, I might just run away from you!” The public sees a ruthless, untouchable man. She sees him smile, teasing and unrestrained: “We’ll have a child… that way, you won’t ever want to leave me.”

The moment she returned home, she discovered the man she had secretly loved for years was about to marry the very person who had tormented her. Heartbroken, she fled—only to collide with her ex, the wild and reckless CEO everyone in the city whispered about. Memories of high school came rushing back—hot summer nights, an empty gym, a stolen, tender kiss. At eighteen, he had once held her hand and murmured, “You’re so good… I like you.” She had only smiled, dismissed it, and left for five years abroad. Now, face to face again, she thought he had forgotten. She tried to walk away—but he grabbed her hand, a sly grin in his dark eyes: “After all this time… why not give me one more chance?” Countless nights followed, their bodies and hearts entangled. He became her medicine, her craving, her chaos. She thought it would be nothing more than a fleeting passion—until the day she tried to leave. His gaze burned like fire, hands gripping her waist, voice raw and urgent: “Stay with me… marry me, will you?”

She had loved him silently for eight years. She had been married to him for three years. Yet her so-called husband did not even know what she looked like. When she saw the divorce agreement in front of her, she only smiled. She wiped away all her tears and left alone with the child in her womb. But then something changed. The man who once refused to look at her began appearing everywhere she went. He protected her, stood up for her, and even drove away every man who came near her. “I’ve had enough,” she said coldly. “Get lost.” The man suddenly dropped to one knee and kissed the back of her hand. His eyes were completely fixed on her. “Baby… let’s get married.” She let out a faint laugh. “Ex-husband and ex-wife getting married?” “That’s called remarriage.”

At a gathering, someone asked my fiancé, “If she weren’t here, would you get back with your ex?” After a brief silence, he answered, “Yes.” All eyes turned to me, waiting for a scene. Instead, I smiled—and started clapping. “If you can’t let her go, I’ll step aside,” I said lightly. Then I canceled the engagement and walked away without looking back. He thought I was just being dramatic. Certain I loved him too much to ever leave, certain I would never give up being his wife. But this time, I didn’t come back. Later, at my wedding— to his cold, untouchable lawyer uncle— he showed up like a madman, eyes bloodshot. “Come with me. Let’s run away.” Before I could speak, a hand pulled me close. “Try that again,” the man beside me said coldly, “and you won’t like what happens next.”

Four years of marriage—and all they shared was the night. She always knew he didn’t love her. He rarely came home, pouring all his care into the woman he had loved since youth. She endured it all, just to give their daughter a complete childhood. Until the day he crossed the final line— giving the life-saving bone marrow to that woman’s child. That was when she knew… this marriage was over. She packed up, took her child, and walked away without looking back. Years later, she returns—and stuns everyone. Young, beautiful, and the founder of a top-tier jewelry brand. Men chase her, admire her, try to win her favor. She stands at the center of it all—untouchable, radiant, unstoppable. Late one night, he corners her against the wall, eyes burning with obsession. “After all these years… you’ve changed.” She lowers her gaze, a faint smile on her lips. “Not much. Just a little success.” Then she looks up, calm and distant. “And Mr.—you’ve crossed the line.”

“Why do you look at me like that?” Olivia whispered, her hands shaking. “Like I am something ugly you regret touching.” Kingsley’s eyes darkened. “Because I never wanted you.” Her heart cracked. “Then why didn’t you let me go?” He clenched his jaw. “Because fate is cruel… and now you belong to me.” Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t want to belong to someone who hates me.” His voice dropped, rough and low. “Be careful, little Luna. Hate is not what I feel.” ............ Olivia has never been loved. Her family hates her. Her pack mocks her. She believes she is nothing. At the mating ceremony, fate plays a cruel game. Her mate is Alpha Kingsley — the cold, powerful, and feared Alpha King. But instead of loving her, he rejects her in front of everyone… then accepts her only because he needs her for power. To him, Olivia is just a tool. To his pack, she is an embarrassment. But Olivia is not weak. She carries hidden moon magic. She has a rare wolf. And she holds a power that can change the world. As they spend time together Kingsley begins to see the truth. The girl he once looked down on is strong, kind, and rare. Slowly, painfully, he falls in love with her. But it might already be too late. Because Olivia is no longer the unwanted girl. She is now the most desired woman in the werewolf world. Alphas fight for her. Kings bow to her. And the Alpha King who once rejected her may have to lose her forever.

She always knew he married her because she reminded him of the woman he once loved. Until her father’s funeral, when he arrived late with his lover—and confessed in front of everyone that he had given her father’s life-saving spot to the woman’s relative. She didn’t cry. She didn’t plead. That very day, she decided to divorce. He sneered, “Leave the family, and you are nothing.” He was certain she couldn’t live without him… Until he discovered the truth. The woman he had idolized all these years was an imposter. And she—was the little girl he had been searching for. Meanwhile, the top-tier elite he had worked so hard to win over was now holding her like a priceless treasure. Just as he received the infertility diagnosis, he watched helplessly as she, carrying his child, pledged herself to another man. In the middle of a snowstorm, he fell to his knees, eyes red, voice trembling, “Please… take the child and come home with me…” Before she could answer, the most feared patriarch in the city stepped forward, wrapping her in his arms, and said coldly, “Sorry, she’s marrying me.”