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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.

In a world where love's course is never predictable, Anastasia Perry's life took a dramatic turn on her wedding day. Upon discovering her groom, Matthew Smith had been cheating on her through a video. She made a heart-wrenching decision: to run away, leaving her own wedding in chaos. Now, two years later, Anastasia returns. Anastasia is now married to Matthew's uncle, Harry Smith. Her unexpected reappearance rocks Matthew's world. Harry and Anastasia are involved in a secret contract marriage in order to save his inheritance. The question lingers: Can Anastasia prevent herself from falling for Matthew all over again? As Harry finds himself falling for Anastasia, can he convince her to make their one-year contract permanent? Will Matthew's secret plans to destroy his uncle succeed? With emotions running high and a web of complicated choices to navigate, their story unfolds in a captivating dance of secrets, forgiveness, redemption, and the ultimate question: Can love truly conquer all?

My daughter has leukemia and desperately needs a bone marrow donor. After a blood test, it turns out my blood type doesn't match hers. However, my husband's blood type does. This confuses me. I gave birth to her, so how could my blood type not be a match for hers? I'm puzzled by this when my long-lost best friend suddenly appears with her son, who's about my daughter's age. She wants him to do a blood test to see whether it matches my daughter's.

Emmanuel and other angel like him lives in Celes and each of them aims to become a full fledge arcangel as a final test they had to live in mortal world for thirty days in the world of people Emmanuel met Jean. The last test is easy for him because he convinced her to embrace him. But every time he saw the girl lifeless eyes, a strange emotions arose. In his heart that seem to telling him to take of her and make her happy. At the same time he discovered a part of his past life that related to it. And when Emmanuel returned into celes in thirty days he need to choose, In his wolrd that he where belongs or in Jean's world that is part of his past life? But is he still have a place for someone like him in mortal world?

25 years ago, a maternity nurse secretly switched me out for her daughter. Unfortunately for her, my six-year-old brother saw this and secretly switched me back. 25 years later, the maternity nurse comes knocking with her actual daughter by her side. She accuses me, the heiress of Crawford Group, of being an impostor. The company's janitor starts insulting me and insinuates that my lipstick is a cheap imitation. Even my boyfriend humiliates me with her. "And here I thought you were the heiress of the Crawford family. You can't even compare to a hair on Pammy's head!" When the DNA test results are out, everyone is stunned. "That wretch bewitched me, Lori! Please forgive me—give me another chance!" my boyfriend cries. I look at him icily. "Another chance to do what? To clean the toilets?"

After receiving the report for an STD test, I went back to the barbeque restaurant, and there I ran into a young woman who was about three months pregnant. She asked me to let her cut in line, and, feeling sorry for her, I agreed to help her out. I quickly made arrangements for her and made sure she had a seat. But to my shock, after she finished her meal, she had a miscarriage. The girl posted about the incident online, and before I knew it, I was trending on social media, facing a wave of cyberbullying. The internet users went even further, digging up my health records and finding that everything came back positive. [She's positive for everything—she's clearly a woman with a messy private life!] [No wonder she caused the woman's miscarriage just by being near her—she's a biological hazard!] The cyberbullying got so bad that it pushed me into depression. Even my fiancé turned against me, accusing me of being filthy and breaking up with me. The emotional weight became too much, and in my pain, I drove straight into a reservoir. Meanwhile, the girl gained millions of followers online and skyrocketed to fame as a popular influencer. It was only after I died that I learned the shocking truth—this girl was my fiancé's first love. To boost her own popularity, she and my fiancé had come up with this entire scheme together. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when she asked me to let her cut in line.

I was head over heels for Jonas Hayes, the cold and aloof scholarship student who saw me as nothing more than a walking wallet. He took my credit card but refused to let me get close. "Get lost. The sight of you and your filthy money makes me sick." Using my wealth, he showered Clara Dove, the stunning campus bella from a humble background, with luxury gifts and even threw her a lavish birthday party at the city’s most exclusive hotel. Everyone envied him, believing he was a self-made billionaire. But I didn’t care. I stayed hopelessly in love. After graduation, I poured my entire inheritance into building a life with him, convinced I could win his heart. During our honeymoon, he watched as I drowned, his voice ice-cold as he said, "Every time I think of how you used your money to control me, I wish you’d die sooner." When I woke up again, I was back in my college classroom—the day Jonas asked me to top up his card. This time, I wasn’t the desperate fool he remembered. I slapped him across the face with the card and sneered, "Even beggars know how to kneel and ask. What are you, a weed?"

" Stripped of parental attention, inheritance rights, and reputation, facing the malicious stepsister's relentless schemes, Rachel was left with only Leo, her longtime love. To cling to their remaining love, Rachel sacrificed everything, but the stepsister remained unsatisfied.Upon catching them in the affair, the stepsister smirked, "Your arranged marital home is nice; we had fun there last night." Leo unabashedly replied, "Don't disrupt us; follow my lead if you want us to proceed with marriage.Rachel boldly breaks off the engagement and vows to fight back. At a family gathering, the stepsister mocks, "Are you here to steal my man? You'll always be beneath me." Rachel smiles, saying, "Come on, darling. You didn't steal him; you did me a favor." Holding onto the arm of Leo's CEO brother, Rachel addressed the stunned stepsister and Leo, saying, "Mind your manners; you should call me sister-in-law

Russell desperately needs to get married because according to his grandfather's will, that is the only way he can claim his inheritance and secure his position as the CEO of NNT coperations. This is a problem for him since he doesn't even have a girlfriend, but luck shines upon him when Elisa, a young and beautiful woman shows up pregnant with his identical twin brother's baby, claiming that he had rejected both her and the baby. Elisa is heartbroken by Charlie's rejection but Russell is not. He takes her in and offers to pay her ten million dollars if she agrees to be his wife for only one year after which they would get divorced and each go their seperate ways. Everything is going according to plan until the one year period elapses and Russell finds himself reluctant to let Elisa go. Things get even more complicated when Charlie returns a few years later vowing to do everything in his power to get back custody of his child.

Made by the blind god Hoder in Asgard, at the instigation and cunning of Loki, the god of playfulness and deceit who once again wanted to joke with a drama that happened in Asgard, Ragnar is cast out of the gods. He is then sent to Midgard and begins a man's life. Having received a physical trait that does not adhere to the image of the great viking, he is quickly rejected by the men around him. However, Hoder, his creator, never ceases to watch over him. Ragnar fortuitously meets The Seer, The Völva and he is pushed into a particular world of The Yggdrazil from where his quest begins. He made even more fortuitous encounters and falls into countless "Vikingest" adventures strewn with pitfalls and trials that will test him and prepare him for his "true" destiny.