Love is unrequitedAfter I died, my parents signed an organ donation consent form and my corneas were transplanted to their beloved adopted daughter, Lily Evans. Lily then married my older brother, David, and they finally became a “real” family. I had spent my whole life competing with Lily, only to end up with nothing. Reborn, I decided to live for myself, a decision that unexpectedly led to a happy ending.
Disclaimer: The content presented here is not authored by me. I kindly request that you extend your support to the original author by visiting jjwxc.net. Original Author Name: Wang Ya / 妄鸦 - The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.
I was reborn on the day of my sister Lyra's and my mate selection ceremony. It was also on this day that I discovered I could hear the inner thoughts of others. I heard Lyra, who had also been reborn, vowing to steal Ronan—the powerful, gentle mate I was bonded to in my past life. Lyra got her wish, rushing to Ronan's side. In her wake, my father declared I would be bonded to the cold, ruthless Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, Kaelen Blackwood. He was Lyra's mate from her past life—a man with a reputation for being cold and ruthless. Faced with Lyra's smug expression, I sneered inwardly. She had no idea that Ronan, my mate from my last life, was not the perfect lover he appeared to be, but a monster in disguise.
Five years after my bonding ceremony with Damien Blackwood, he was declared dead following an assault on a rogue encampment. When his twin brother returned with the news, my inner wolf howled in agony as our mate bond shattered, and my world crumbled with it. The agony of the Withering threatened to consume me. I couldn't accept the reality of losing him. I tried to take my own life five times. Each time, Damien’s mother, Lyra, or his twin brother managed to save me. They pleaded with me to live on, for the sake of Damien’s last wish for my happiness. But in the third month of my mourning, I discovered the truth—he had never died. He'd deceived me. He'd taken his twin brother's name, staying by Seraphina Thorne's side day and night. He told me he still loved me. He swore he'd explain everything once she delivered an heir for the pack. To protect Seraphina and her unborn pup, he asked me to move out of the Alpha mansion. Then, he promised, he would bring me home. But don't bother, Damien. I'm never coming back.
Ever watched the K-drama Cherry Blossom Season? Naima thought she’d wake up and find herself back in Jakarta… but instead, she’s trapped inside a K-drama world! She wakes up in the very same apartment that always shows up in the series—and the worst part? She remembers every corner of it, even the door code! There, she meets the second leads: - Minjae, the charming barista who makes her heart race. - Hyunbin, the handsome chef who always hovers around the main leads. - Jiwoo, the good-looking vet—whose scenes were sadly cut because his role was too small. Naima even witnesses the main leads meeting the villain—right before her eyes! Exciting? Absolutely! But… since Naima has already watched this drama before, she knows exactly how everything ends. Now she’s become the “fortune-teller” of her own K-drama world. The real headache? Just when she’s swept away by the dreamy world and all the handsome oppas… she’s shocked to discover she’s already married! And not to any Korean oppa—but to a German guy who’s, well… definitely not handsome. Can Naima ever escape the K-drama world? And what if her heart falls for someone she never expected… not even the oppa of her dreams?
An explosion took my hearing the day I saved my fiancé, Marco Falcone. But at our engagement party, he announced he was in love with my sister, Isabella. Even my own parents told me to step aside. Then he stepped in. Dante Falcone. The Don. My ex-fiancé's powerful uncle. He offered me marriage. Protection. A new life. He said he’d loved me for a decade. I believed him. Five years later, a miracle. My hearing returned. I raced to my husband's study to tell him. But I stopped at the door. I overheard a conversation between him and his consigliere. "Once I've cleared all the obstacles for Isabella, I'll give her the entire East Coast shipping business." His consigliere chuckled. "The Donna would be heartbroken if she knew you only married her to keep her from harassing Marco and ruining Isabella's happiness." "She's deaf. She can't hear." My eyes burned, and my hands trembled at my sides, clenching into fists. So that was it. Five years of marriage, of feeling protected—all a carefully crafted lie for another woman. There was nothing left for me in this gilded cage. It was time to disappear from his world forever.
The sedatives for my PTSD dragged me into a heavy, drugged sleep, and I found myself trapped in a vision. As my head throbbed, a woman with a gaunt face and lifeless, brittle hair materialized before me. Her crimson eyes bored into mine. "Ava Collier, I am you, twenty years from now. This vision lasts only forty seconds, so don't miss a single word." "You think this is insane, but I know about the backup ledger your father hid in the wine cellar, and I know you threw away a scholarship to the Sorbonne for your first love, Julian." A chill shot through me, my blood turning to ice. Before I could demand how she knew all this, the woman steamrolled ahead, ignoring my shock as her words spilled out in a torrent. "First, your daughter, Daisy, is not your biological child. She was switched at birth by your best friend, Chloe, who conspired with your husband, Julian. They've been having an affair for years." "Second, do not go to the Hamptons next month. They're going to drown you at the family's seaside villa and seize the entire business empire your father left you." "Third, the only person you can trust is Dante Russo—the man who tried to warn you before his family exiled him."
My mate faked his death. He left me to run our pack alone. Then I found a pup beside his grave, freezing in the snow. His parents called the pup a "gift." A blessing to soothe their grief. They forced me to raise him as my own. For twenty years, I had no idea that I raised the bastard son he’d had with his mistress. The day I was set to name him Alpha, my dead mate returned. And his mistress was right beside him. "She's the one who stole our son!" Zane, my mate, spat at me. His lover sneered. "She lied to everyone. Made you call your kidnapper 'Mother.'" They held me down. And poured molten silver down my throat. But I woke up. Twenty years in the past. Back in the snow. The pup who would ruin me lay at my feet. This time, I won't be a fool. I will choose a different, loyal heir to take his place. Let’s see you have your touching family reunion in twenty years, Zane.
My mate, Caleb, was a werewolf who secured his Alpha position thanks to my mother's prestige. After my mother passed away, he immediately took Seraphina and her mother, Isabelle, as his new favorites. I thought Seraphina was just his new infatuation. Then, the day Seraphina was "injured" by wolfsbane, Caleb personally locked me in the Silver Cell, a chamber reserved for punishing traitors. His face was a mask of disgust. "I have no mate as vicious as you. Stay in here and repent." I screamed that I was innocent, begging him to let me out. But all I received was his cold command: "No one lets her out until she's learned her lesson." The Silver Cell stood alone on the edge of the pack’s territory. No one could hear my wails. The walls of the cell were forged from pure silver, continuously burning my skin and completely suppressing my healing abilities. I was covered in wounds, and my inner wolf was howling in agony as she died. Five days after my death, he finally remembered me. But all he found were my rotting bones.
On Joey Wilson’s birthday, she secretly drugged the two Rook brothers at the party, successfully securing my brother William Rook for herself. But she shoved me into the arms of his younger brother, Nathan Rook. After a night spent with Nathan, he married me. Two years into our marriage, tragedy struck. Joey and William died in a car accident abroad. Nathan, desperate to hold on to the last piece of Joey, asked me to take care of her son, Leo Rook. The first thing he said when he came back was: “You drugged me to become Mrs. Rook, didn’t you? Now that Joey’s gone, and you’re alive and well, living in peace as Mrs. Rook, taking care of Joey’s child—what’s there to complain about?” As time passed, Nathan started to grow closer to me. Then one day, I opened the door and found Nathan and Joey, intimately tangled together on the staircase.
My mate, Alpha Dominic, sneered when I found the altar in our den. “It’s for Rosalyn’s dead mate. Get over it.” So I severed our mate bond. “You left me over that? And you already found a new mate?” I just smiled, revealing the fresh mark on my neck. “I did.” “And you know him, Dominic.” “You’re the one who built his altar.” The blood drained from his face. “You’re insane,” he whispered. “You bonded with a ghost.”
I am a plaything that Aron picked up. Even my name was chosen by him. "Thea" From the day he brought me home, he told me. "Thea, you are mine, never even think about leaving me." I was raised in his house, ostensibly an adopted daughter of the Davis, but in reality, I was a plaything in Aron's hands. He could do whatever he wanted with me... I thought that as long as I endured... when I grew up, one day I would be able to leave him. But on my eighteenth birthday, Aron burst into my room. He tore at my clothes like a beast, biting my skin. He told me:"Thea, you are mine, don't think about leaving me... obey..." That night I screamed until my voice was hoarse, cried until my tears ran dry, and made up my mind to leave him once and for all! Aron is a demon that devours my very bones and blood; I cannot stay by his side!
There's always a price for defying destiny. Born with a power to make men irresistibly in love with her, Laleen dreams of experiencing a love unbound by her powers. But a man like that could never exist in her life due to the curse placed on her when she was just a baby. When her soul is exchanged with another's after an encounter with the witch who cursed her as a baby, Laleen is giving an opportunity to start her life anew and maybe, get the love story she has always wanted. Except... how is her curse still with her despite now becoming another person in another world? As Stephanie, Laleen meets Shane, a mysterious man who for some reason isn't affected by her powers. Not thinking that a man such as himself could exist in this world, Laleen is deeply drawn to him. Due to unforseen circumstances, they end up together as husband and wife. But Shane isn't just a mysterious man who refuses to love her. He bears his own secrets and a great trauma that Laleen is yet to uncover and may be the key to unlocking his unyielding heart. As Laleen's quest for love is greatly challenged by a witch's thirst for revenge, secrets are unveiled and stories of the past are brought to question. Can Laleen find the true love she so seeks? Will Shane's heart ever be opened to her? Can a love thriving without destiny's divine permission ever see the light? Or will it be burnt to ashes, buried in the cold dark hands of fate's cruelty. *COVER IS MINE. PLEASE DO NOT USE*
My husband beamed as he held our newborn son. I saw the look he exchanged with his mistress. I watched as he swapped my baby for hers. He forgot I was a Vanderwood. One phone call was all it took to switch my son back. For ten years, that fool raised a boy he thought was his bastard heir. At my son's tenth birthday party, a woman stormed in. She pointed her finger. "That son you've spent a decade raising? He's not yours. He's mine."
Right before our bonding ceremony, my mate, Alpha Caden of the Crimson Fang Pack, told me he had to mark another Omega from our Pack, Sabrina. He claimed she had “the Fading Sickness,” a rare disease that weakens a wolf until they slowly die, unless marked by a powerful Alpha. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Sabrina into the exclusive Alpha's penthouse—the one that was supposed to be mine. To appease me, he knelt on one knee, promising it was only a temporary mark. He swore I would still be his one and only Luna. But then, Sabrina found me and showed me a healer's report. It showed she was six weeks pregnant. This proved their marking had happened long before he’d ever told me. My heart shattered. I crossed out the date of our bonding ceremony on my calendar. Then, I replied to an email from the Moonlight Sanctuary on another continent and accepted their researcher position. “I accept your invitation." I left on the day my bonding ceremony was meant to be.”
In the glittering halls of Harbor City’s elite, Isla Lin’s world collapses with a single televised trial. Framed by her fiancé and betrayed by her father, the pampered heiress is cast into prison—only to discover she’s secretly pregnant. A forced abortion, experimental amnesia drugs, and a mysterious savior of vengeance complete her torment. Two years later, reborn as Eden Lin, a steely venture strategist with a shadowy fortune, she returns to exact calculated revenge from behind shell companies and corporate boardrooms. Across the battlefield of mergers and hostile takeovers stands Leon Hart, enigmatic heir to the city’s energy empire—at once her enemy, her jailer, and the unwitting rescuer of her lost child. As Eden’s relentless corporate blitzkrieg topples the conspirators who stole her dignity, Leon pursues the truth in his own hidden laboratory of guilt and regret. When DNA evidence and clandestine archives finally reveal the survival of Eden’s son—kept under the Hart family’s watch—a fragile alliance forms. In a high‑stakes game of boardroom duels, covert rescues, and public reckonings, Eden and Leon must decide whether vengeance or forgiveness will shape the legacy they build together. From prison bars to the glass towers of power, *Shattered Vows* is a pulse‑quickening saga of betrayal, resilience, and the redemptive power of truth—and love—beyond broken promises.
Seven years ago, Ava Sutton lost her sight saving her future husband, Blake Covington, from an avalanche in Aspen. Seven years later, Blake had his mistress, Sienna, living under the same roof. Every night, after tucking Ava into bed, he would slip away to the other woman's room. Even their daughter, Maya, secretly called Sienna "Mom." What they didn't know was that Ava's sight had already returned. And she was planning her escape, ready to burn it all to the ground.
Right before my bonding ceremony, my Alpha fiancé, Kaelen, demanded I give my gown to his lover, Seraphina Croft. Not only that, but he used his Alpha power to restrain me, locking me in the Sanctuary like some feral, uncontrolled beast. "Seraphina has Moonshadow Fading Syndrome. She just wants to experience what it's like to be an Alpha's mate before she dies." I lunged forward, my inner wolf howling. The Alpha's power crashed against my own, his force paralyzing me as my claws twitched, desperate to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Kaelen barely blinked. Instead, he sighed in annoyance and shook his head. "She's dying. Can't you show a little compassion?" His tone was dripping with disappointment, as if I were the villain. "All you're losing is one ceremony. Seraphina is losing her entire life."
In my past life, I gave birth to a daughter for my husband. But my in-laws, who were eager to have a grandson, secretly helped my husband establish another family outside. The son of that woman was diagnosed with leukemia, and the Shen Family forcibly transplanted my daughter's bone marrow to him. Their grandson survived, but my daughter became a corpse. After the truth was exposed, their family pushed me off the 17th floor, but when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three days before the mistress's son was diagnosed with leukemia. Living another life, to take revenge on my husband, I swapped the medical examination reports of the two children. Believing our daughter had leukemia, my husband's family forced me to divorce and transferred assets. Outside the civil affairs bureau, my husband's family gathered together, celebrating getting rid of me, the jinx. Little did they know, the diagnosis message confirming their beloved grandson's leukemia and the court summons for their bigamy had been sent to their cell phones at the same time.
I awoke in Moonlight Hall with the memories of my past life searing in my mind. I had given everything to Shawn and he only had eyes for Quinn. “Aunt Diana,” I interrupted her before she could finish, “call off the marriage to Shawn. Obsession is not love. I am going to the Border to marry General Jason.” Quinn is back, too. She had cornered me and said, “I told Shawn I love him first this time. You will never have him.” I laughed. But Shawn, he had found the jasmine handkerchief, my handkerchief, and had finally discovered that I was the one who had saved his life years ago and not Quinn. He had chased me to the Border begging, “Leah, I was wrong. Come back.” But by that time Jason, cold, sharp and yet the one who remembers I love gardenias and who protects me from sandstorms and has taken a blow for me had captured my heart. And Quinn? Her lies blew up. She lost her kid and went mad.