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Emily's parents owed a debt of a hundred million dollars before they died, and her fiancé promised to pay the debt once they get married. She attends her fiancé's birthday party only to be drugged by her cousin; a room has already been arranged for her, but she was mistaken taken to the wrong room. She unknowingly slept with a stranger, who left her while she was still asleep. Emily's life is ruined, and she was kicked out of the family. Five years later, Emily comes back to the city with a five-year-old girl. She is a well-known artist, but she couldn't fork out her parent's debt, so she was willing to sell her art gallery for the amount. She meets her potential buyer, a billionaire in the business world, who is also a stranger she slept with five years ago, her daughter's father. She doesn't recognize him, but he recognizes her, not as the girl he slept with five years ago, but as a little girl who owns the secret to his parent's deaths.

Elena, a defiant and eccentric witch living in the Forbidden Forest, has witnessed the empire crumble under the reign of Kael, a once-promising disciple corrupted by darkness. Kael, once a bright-eyed orphan and a disciple of her very own enemy, was twisted into the empire's destroyer, abandoned and manipulated. In the face of the silver sword of her sworn enemy held by Kael, she makes a gamble against time and fate. Using forbidden magic, she strikes a deal with the timekeeper and plunges back into the past, 10 years before impending destruction. Faced with a chance to rewrite her destiny, she targets Kael and intends to make his master pay for neglecting his disciple. This time, she won't just stand by as the world crumbles; she will be his unlikely guardian, shaping him into a beacon of light instead of a harbinger of doom. Can Elena rewrite destiny? Or will the karma prove too strong for a witch to clash against the inevitable pull of fate?

"Mom, Dad, I’ve decided to come home for the blind dates you mentioned. I’ll be back by the end of the month." In the early spring, with the lingering chill of winter in the air, Valerie Stonecutter pushed open the door while speaking softly into the phone. Her gentle voice drifted through the rain like a thread weaving through the mist. Pulling her collar tighter against the cold, she heard her parents breathe a sigh of relief on the other end. "Val," her father began, his voice heavy with age. “Your mom and I haven’t been in good health these past few years. So now that you’ve made up your mind, that’s good. When you’re back, I’ll have your Aunt Laura arrange a few suitable candidates for you to meet." Hearing that her parents were already making arrangements for her future, Valerie’s gaze flickered, her emotions momentarily unsettled. After a few more words of small talk, she ended the call. She glanced around her home with a heavy heart, her thoughts tangled in a quiet storm. Then she retreated to her bedroom and began to pack.

“You can't ever carry my husband’s children. I will kill you if you do.” This was the warning my sister gave me before I left our hometown. I didn't leave alone though, I left with three kids in my belly. After she couldn't keep herself for her husband, she used me knowing I was still clean. She didn't know that I had been in love with her husband and wanted to keep a part of him with me. However, Karma hit me hard when all three of the kids looked exactly like Trent Houston. As if that wasn't enough, I began to get back memories of Trent Houston as my lover. Later, I realized that my sister had taken my place, I was the real lover of Trent Houston.

To retrieve the engagement ring my wife shared with her first love, she actually sent our five-year-old daughter into a haunted house alone. Terrified by the bloodstains inside, our daughter accidentally fell down the stairs. A steel rod pierced her stomach, and even in her final moments, she clung tightly to the ring, refusing to let go. I cradled her lifeless body, crying uncontrollably, and called my wife countless times. When she finally answered, she impatiently warned me, "Robert’s daughter is about to undergo heart transplant surgery. Stop causing trouble!" Devastated, I made another call. "Hello, this is Lily's father. I'm sorry, but we can no longer agree to the heart donation." If they were responsible for my daughter's death, they could forget about taking her heart!

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

Word on the street in the city of Hereshire was that Roy Chester had a penchant for eighteen-year-old girls. Yet, Willow Croyton was twenty-one when they started dating, and she stuck by him for nearly three years. She was a well-known simp to Roy, her only merit being her docility and good behavior. Later, when Willow left, Roy was spotted multiple times near her apartment block, his eyes teary. 

While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.   She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.   Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.   When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.   “I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!” “Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”   I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.   The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

My husband is a rock climbing route setter. It's our wedding anniversary today, but he brings his female best friend with him on an adventure to discover uncharted territory. It comes about because his female best friend says life is so boring. We're trapped in the mountains when we encounter extreme weather, and the rescue helicopter can only take two people with them. They climb up the ladder deftly, leaving me to slowly grow colder in the rain. I shout his name with all my strength. "I have a heart condition! I'll die if I don't get to the hospital soon!" He throws a rope down at me without even sparing me a glance. "Luna has menstrual cramps—she never says she's in pain. You, on the other hand, are only good at acting. Think of a way to get down yourself." What he doesn't know is that his "good friend" has already sliced the rope he threw to me.

After April found out her husband’s real intentions with her, she ran away to the ravines, where she fell. It was impossible that she’d have survived after that fall. Six years later luck seems to be on her side when a powerful man appears in her way and asks her to be his translator for the upcoming meeting he will have. But soon he realizes that April isn’t a naive woman but she’s someone who had been waiting for this opportunity to be reborn as the karma of those who betrayed her. Soon she’ll know what a mistake she made when she accepted to live with one of the most powerful Mafia bosses. Soon he’ll know that he might rule the whole world but her. Soon he’ll discover that a god also needs his goddess to feel complete. Soon she’ll accept to be under his rules. “Make me yours, son of Hades. Put me under Hades’ rules.”