Novels

I have this naturally high-pitched voice. But Bethany, the campus queen bee, calls it fake and cringey and leads everyone to ice me out. After I whine to my childhood best friend, Jamie, about it, he glances in Bethany's direction and creates some distance between us. "Bethany has a point, Cleo. Maybe you should hang out with me less." I'm stunned, staring at him in disbelief. Later that week, during the school's singing competition, I'm in the dressing room when the school's bad boy starts making out with me. Jamie bursts through the door, eyes bloodshot, and punches the dude holding me: "Get the hell off her!"

My brother and I get into a car accident. My heart is ruptured—I need emergency surgery. But my mother, the hospital director, calls every available doctor… to my brother's room. He only has a few scrapes, yet she orders a full-body scan for him while I lie there bleeding out. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop fighting for attention for once? Your brother almost injured a bone!" In the end, I die on the operating table. But after the news of my death breaks, my mother, who has always hated me, completely loses her mind.

Every time my husband cheated, he gave me a bracelet. I collected 99 bracelets in four years of marriage—I forgave him 99 times. He was away on a business trip for three days lately. When he came back, he brought home a rare bracelet worth Ten Million Dollars. That was when I knew it was time to ask for a divorce.

The crown prince I was arranged to marry had a little songbird, a pet he spoiled so rotten she had become impossibly arrogant. Just as I was drafting the agreement to break off our engagement, a comment popped up in my vision, a disembodied text only I could see: 【What did the Crown Prince do wrong? He’s just trying to get your attention.】 【Sweetie, don’t call off the engagement! If you just shed a few tears, he’ll give you the world.】 I turned my head. Outside the cafe window, his little songbird, adorned in haute couture jewelry, clung to Eric Stuart’s arm, her smile radiant. He glanced down at her, a lazy, almost careless affection in his eyes. I smiled and replied to my lawyer's text: 【Continue drafting the annulment agreement.】

I've been dating my childhood sweetheart Jake for three years when he blocked me again and gave his basketball game tickets to a freshman girl.Just as I was about to bring him water and apologize, text messages suddenly appeared in front of me:"Seriously bro? Your pride is showing again. You're obsessively checking her messages but pretending not to care."

After two months of not speaking to each other, Jack still hadn't sent me a single message. I was about to swallow my pride and reach out first when something unexpected happened - Tom, the scholarship kid, suddenly confessed his feelings to me.

"My sister and I accidentally saved a rich lady from a car crash. Knowing our family's financial struggles, she offered my sister and me each a life-altering opportunity as a token of gratitude. One of us could marry her only son and inherit the family fortune. The other would receive a cool five million dollars in cash. My sister, ever the opportunist, jumped at the chance to marry the son, even dumping her fiancé of many years. In her eyes, a young, successful husband worth millions was far more valuable than a measly five million. But what she didn't know was that this seemingly gentle and quiet man was a total psycho. Within a year, he had tormented her so badly that she was mentally broken and wished she had never met him. Meanwhile, I took the five million, studied abroad, earned a bunch of degrees, and returned home to start my own business. I caught the wave, met the right people, and my career took off. I even had a bunch of eligible bachelors chasing after me. Then, I woke up, and there I was again, my sister and I sitting in front of Mrs. Van Derlyn. Mrs. Van Derlyn smiled warmly, her handsome, quiet son sitting beside her. On the other side, there was a check for five million dollars. ""Hailey, Riley, who wants to choose first?"" My sister immediately raised her hand, pointing straight at the check for five million dollars. In that moment, I knew she remembered everything too."

After receiving a scam call, I transferred ten million without hesitation. When the police later informed me I had been duped, I stayed calm—but my beautiful and wealthy roommate panicked. In my previous life, on the very first day of school, my roommate stole my black card and took the entire class to an auction to release sky lanterns. That night, the hundreds of millions loaded on that card vanished. My company lost all its working capital and teetered on the brink of bankruptcy. When I confronted my roommate and asked her to return the money, she cried and threw herself into my boyfriend’s arms. “Vivian, you can’t falsely accuse me just because your family went broke.” My boyfriend slapped me and shouted angrily, “Vivian Rivers, you’re wasteful, and now you want Huihui to take the fall for your mess? Have some shame.” I went to the bank to request a transaction invoice as proof, but was hit by my roommate’s car. My boyfriend and classmates all gave false testimonies, claiming I had thrown myself in front of the car on purpose. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Hannah Leigh led the entire class to release sky lanterns.

The Grant family carried a curse. Every heir was destined to marry a woman with a prosperous fate—someone whose very presence would bring fortune and longevity to their husband. Without her, the family would fall into ruin. And I, Julianna Morgan, was the woman destined for Yeshua Grant. Since childhood, I had known that I was fated to marry him. But fate meant nothing to Yeshua—because he didn’t love me. His heart belonged to my cousin, Heidi. He was even willing to defy the family’s ancestral oath for her. I tried everything to stop him. In the end, Heidi was devastated and threw herself into the river. I got what I wanted—I married Yeshua. But three years into our marriage, while I was pregnant with his child, Yeshua pushed me into that same river without hesitation. I begged him, pleaded with him to let me live, to let me give birth to our child. But he remained cold and unmoved. “Julianna,” he sneered, “this nonsense about some ‘prosperous fate’ is a myth from a thousand years ago. Who still believes in that?” “You used that ridiculous fate to trap me into marriage. Heidi died because of you. Now, go down and join her.” With that, he pushed me into the icy waters. The current dragged me under, and I drowned. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Yeshua declared he wanted to marry Heidi. This time, I watched it all unfold with cold indifference. 'Let’s see,' I thought, without my so-called auspicious fate—would the Grant family still avoid its ruin?