Novels

Only when the men saw the village women and children slaughtered by raiders did they believe my warnings. Staring at the mutilated bodies, they erupted in rage. "Captain!" one shouted hoarsely. "You said Olivia was lying—that we should guard you and Sienna for her birthday! Now my son is dead! Where’s my wife?!" Miles turned deathly pale. I watched the bloodshed, tears falling. In my past life, when raiders attacked, my husband—the Island Guard Captain—took all the men to celebrate Sienna’s birthday. Pregnant, I crawled through storm drains to bring them back. But Sienna was killed by a stray raider. After hunting them down, Miles said nothing—until my childbirth. Then he brutalized me and threw me into the sea. "You," he hissed, "lured the raiders out of jealousy. Since you wanted her fate, I’ll make sure you die like her." When I woke again, I was back at the raid’s beginning. This time, if he wanted to protect her… let him.

I married the same man seven times. He had divorced me seven times for his first love, just so he could spend vacations with her freely, and so she wouldn't have to deal with rumors or gossip.

Just as the Garner family teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, Seth Garner's parents come to my doorstep. They beg for a marriage alliance. My father knows I've loved Seth for ten years. So, he pours ten billion into the Garners to save their empire and marries me off to him. On our wedding night, Seth blindfolds me with red silk and takes me again and again with ruthless intensity. A month later, I excitedly bring him the pregnancy report. However, I overhear him at a bar, laughing with his friends. "So, who do you think knocked up Luna?" Laughter erupts. "Seth, don't tell me the child's mine!" "I bet a hundred grand it's his!" That’s when I realize the man in my bed on our wedding night wasn't even Seth. I storm in and demand answers, but he just sneers. "What are you crying for? If your family hadn't threatened me with money and driven Ash away, you think I'd treat you like this? "Let me be clear—the day Ash forgives me is the day I let you go." Dead inside, I ask for a divorce. He responds by threatening me with footage from our wedding night and locking me in the basement. "You're not leaving. You owe Ash, and you'll repay it!" Eight months later, I die in that basement, along with the baby I couldn't deliver. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day the Garner family first begs my father for that deal. This time, Seth is the one crying on my wedding day.

The day after dividing our assets from the divorce, I got into a car accident and lost my memory.

I deliberately smashed the glass doors of a shopping mall and turned myself in to the police.

After my daughter caused a hit-and-run accident, she knelt in front of me, sobbing.

Jack's Pampered Girlfriend Threatens to Break Up for the 99th Time He handed me the divorce papers.

My husband and I had been reincarnated twice, and not once had we ever been apart. Yet, somehow, he hated me. Kevin Johnson hated me with a kind of quiet, bone-deep fury that no one else seemed to notice. And I felt it every time he looked at me. But I also knew him better than anyone ever had. I knew that under all that anger, Kevin had the softest damn heart. He’d never admit it. He’d probably laugh in my face if I said it out loud. But I saw it. I always saw it. And honestly, if he didn’t have that kind of heart, how else could you explain what he did? How could he have thrown away the ashes of Tiffany Leighton—the woman he loved so deeply—just to protect me when a group of thugs dragged me into that alley? He died to save me. Stabbed over and over, right there in front of me. And still, with his last breath, Kevin reached out, gathered Tiffany’s ashes in his bloodied hand, and looked straight at me. That smile. God, that smile. Half cruel. Half gentle. All broken. The kind of expression that wouldn't fade with time. One that would sink into your bones and stay there. “Avery,” Kevin said, voice barely holding on, “I don’t regret saving you. But I hope we never meet again in the next life.” Kevin's parents came to collect the body. They didn’t let me see him. Not even once. Not even for a second. No goodbye. No closure. Just a slammed door and silence. They treated me like I had put the knife in him myself. His dad, Gregory, looked at me like I was the reason his son was on the ground. And maybe in some twisted way, I was. The man looked ten years older than the last time I saw him. His posture was weak, his hair turned white, reflecting the grief that had gutted him. But Gregory didn’t break. Not fully. He just stood there, hollowed out, looking at me like I was a bad decision he never got to undo. “If your father hadn’t made that promise to me before he died,” he said, voice low and rough, “I would’ve never stopped Kevin from marrying Tiffany. Never. But I owed him. And Kevin… Kevin kept saving your life like it meant something. Like it was fate. But this, whatever this is between you two, ends now. It has to.” Then came Eleanor, Kevin's mom. God, the way she looked at me like I was poison. She didn’t yell or cry. Eleanor just stared at me with those sharp, tired eyes that had probably spent the whole night awake. Eyes that had seen their son brought home in a body bag. “Avery,” she said, her voice cold and measured, “if you have even a shred of conscience left, let my son go. Let him rest. Don’t follow him into the next life. Don’t make him suffer for you again!” Then Eleanor folded her hands like it was Sunday mass, and she said it. “Please. Let him go. We’re begging you.”

In the middle of the night, my girlfriend sent me a chilling message: "I just looked out the peephole, and there's a maniac with a knife in the hallway! He's going crazy and killing people! He noticed me! He's trying to get in!"