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Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip. My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?" My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message. [You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.] He received no reply. With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go." They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.

While they slice me apart, I desperately call my brother, Nathan Slade. He finally picks up as my consciousness starts to slip and answers in an annoyed voice, "What now?" "Nathan, help—" I don't get to finish before he cuts me off. "Can't you ever go a day without drama? Gemma's graduation is at the end of the month. Miss it, and I swear I'll kill you!" Then, he hangs up without a second thought. The agonizing pain swallows me whole, and my eyes close for good, tears still trailing down my cheeks. Well, good news, Nathan… You won't have to kill me because I'm already dead.

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Demi mencapai standar postur tubuh pramugari, kekasihku memperkenalkanku ke sebuah klinik khusus perawatan tubuh. Namun, di balik pintu ruang dokter, terdengar suara memelas dan jeritan kesakitan yang meningkatkan imajinasi. Saat aku hendak menyerah, aku diseret masuk oleh seorang dokter bertubuh tinggi. Dia mengikatku dengan pose memalukan, lalu mengambil peralatan, mulai membantuku memulihkan kekencanganku.

J'étais enceinte de huit mois, mais mon compagnon Alpha, Damien, m'a enfermée dans une cage en argent au sous-sol pour retarder la naissance de notre bébé. Quand j'ai appelé à l'aide, il m'a simplement dit d'attendre. Parce que la compagne de son frère défunt, Victoria, accouchait elle aussi ce jour-là. Le voyant de la meute avait prédit que seul le premier louveteau recevrait la bénédiction de la Déesse de la Lune et deviendrait le futur Alpha. « Le titre revient à l'enfant de Victoria », a-t-il dit. « Elle a perdu Marcus. Elle n'a plus rien. Tu as déjà tout mon amour, Hélène. La cage en argent garantira que tu accouches après elle. » Les contractions étaient insupportables. Je l'ai supplié de m'emmener à la clinique. Il m'a saisie par le menton et m'a forcée à le regarder. « Arrête de faire semblant. J'aurais dû comprendre que tu ne m'as jamais aimé. Tout ce qui t'importe, c'est la richesse et le statut ! » « Déclencher ton accouchement juste pour voler ce qui revient à mon neveu… Tu es vraiment ignoble. » Pâle et tremblante, j'ai murmuré : « Le petit arrive, je ne peux plus l'arrêter. Je t'en supplie, je ferai un serment de sang. Je me fiche de l'héritage. Je t'aime, c'est tout ce qui compte ! » Il a ricané. « Si tu m'aimais vraiment, tu n'aurais pas forcé Victoria à signer ce contrat pour renoncer aux droits de naissance de son petit. Je reviendrai te chercher une fois qu'elle aura accouché. Après tout, c'est aussi mon petit, là-dedans. » Il est resté planté devant la salle d'accouchement de Victoria. Ce n'est qu'en voyant le nouveau-né dans ses bras qu'il s'est souvenu de moi. Il a ordonné à son Bêta de me libérer. Mais la voix du Bêta tremblait. « Luna… et le petit… ils sont morts. » Et à cet instant, Damien a perdu la raison.

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Karena sebuah foto editan seorang wanita yang nyaris tak berbusana, membuat nama baik Erika tercemar. Bahkan wanita itu harus menerima kenyatan pahit saat sang mertua mengusirnya. Namun di balik semua sikap pasrah Erika, dia bertekad untuk membuktikan jika wanita di dalam foto itu bukanlah dirinya. Di tengah penyelidikan Erika bertemu dengan Hosea-mantan kekasih yang bersedia membantu memulihkan nama baiknya. Selain itu Erika ternyata menemukan sebuah fakta jika sang suami memiliki simpanan dan berniat menceraikannya. Akankah pada akhirnya Erika mempertahankan pernikahannya atau malah memilih cinta lama?

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

In my previous life, my brother Elliot Quinn's close female friend, Ava Sutton, told him she wanted to camp on the mountaintop and watch the stars. Wanting privacy, he took all the bodyguards from home with him. Unexpectedly, the rival whom Elliot had once humiliated took the opportunity to break into the house seeking revenge. My pregnant sister-in-law fought to protect me with everything she had, while my three-year-old nephew got hurt badly trying to save me. I called Elliot over and over, begging him to come home. Knowing that the situation at home was urgent, he had no choice but to leave Ava Sutton behind and rush back. Elliot's rival was captured, but from the mountaintop came terrible news. Ava had vanished after sending her last message. "I know your sister and wife have been waiting for me to die. Well, they got what they wanted." Elliot coldly deleted the message and told me not to overthink it. Afterward, Dad punished him, and he lost control of the family business. But after the corporate gala, while I was in the backyard, Elliot killed me mercilessly. His face was cold and cruel as he said, "You're the one who made me come back. That's why Ava died. Go and make amends to her!" When I open my eyes again, the front gate of the villa echoes with the voice of Elliot's rival.

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.