Novels

Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip. My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?" My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message. [You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.] He received no reply. With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go." They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.

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.

My wife was a woman with billions of networth. Yet, I dreamed of divorcing her every single day. On paper, she was the kind of woman every man would kill to have. It all started when my mother fell gravely ill. Her last wish was simple: she wanted to see Freya and her grandson one last time. That day, I dropped everything and rushed home. What I found wasn't the reunion she’d hoped for instead. When I opened the bedroom door, I saw them, Freya and her first love, together in our bed and very much naked. I didn't say a word. Just closed the door quietly and left. I buried my mother alone, in silence. After the funeral, I stepped outside, dialed Freya's number and calmly asked for a divorce. But it wasn't her voice that answered. It was his, the first love. "Sorry, Mr. Sauerbeck," the man said with a mocking chuckle. "She's resting right now. Just fell asleep, actually—I happened to help her a bit for that. Hope you don’t mind not disturbing her." I didn't flinch. "Tell her we’re done," I said flatly. He gave a dry laugh. "I’ll make sure she gets the message."

At graduation, I finally mustered up the courage to confess to my crush.

On the day I lost my battle with cancer, my husband was busy celebrating his mistress' birthday. When the doctor called to inform him about my death, he dismissed it as another of my attempts to avoid divorce. He coldly replied, "If she wants to die, let her die. At least it saves me the trouble of divorcing her." But fate had other plans. A documentary about my fight against cancer unexpectedly went viral, and news of my death spread across the internet. Only then did he realize the gravity of the situation and rushed to the hospital. When he saw my lifeless body, he broke down in tears, crying, "Wendy, I'm sorry. I was wrong!" But it was too late. I would never come back to hear his apologies.

To cure my half-sister's illness, my brother took my beast bone—all because I was a half-beast and had a strong self-healing ability. Later, to make me suffer in her place, the tiger beast servant I had cared for joined forces with my brother and sent me straight into the Beast Den. The tiger said I didn't deserve to be his master, and the one he wanted to protect was my sister. In the end, I was tortured and died a terrible death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I had to choose my beast servant.

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!"

The richest man in the capital, Victor Lane, had been chasing me for five years, but I never even glanced at him. Because to him, I was just one of many “blind box” wives he planned to collect. As long as you were chosen on the eve of his wedding, you’d become the richest man's wife. And I knew without a doubt, I was bound to be picked. I had already died once. In my previous life, I was the chosen bride, the one everyone envied. On our wedding day, he got drunk and missed a call from his adopted sister, the only woman he truly loved and mourned when she died suddenly, Julia Watson. That night, she died of a heart attack. The next morning, he dragged me to the morgue, grabbed my hair and forced me to kneel down a thousand times before her body. “Why did you tamper with the lottery? You knew I loved Julia! If I had drawn the empty lot, I could have married her! She died crying, clutching your wedding dress, her dress! She should have been the one I married!” “You were just a tool to make Julia jealous. Do you think you’re worthy to stand beside me?” Victor’s voice was cold and sharp as he glared at me. He poured all his grief and anger onto me, blaming me for everything. He had my fingers crushed because I wore the ring meant for Julia. He stripped me and threw me into the river because I wore her wedding dress. In the end, he nailed me into a coffin, his coffin and buried me alive. When I opened my eyes again, my body was whole, but it ached for five long years. This time, I vowed to change everything. I switched the blind boxes’ order so he would inevitably draw the empty lot. From then on, they could hate or love each other as much as they wanted, but it wouldn’t concern me anymore.

Working undercover for a secret government unit, I was tasked by my boss to deliver some documents to my brother's company. As soon as I stepped into his office, some intern blocked my path. "You must be the new assistant?" She scanned me up and down, her gaze finally settling on the file in my hand. With a sneer, she added, "Trying to suck up to Mr. Lancaster on your first day? Take a look in the mirror, honey. You're nothing special." It finally hit me, she thought I was competition. But my brother hadn't mentioned anything about a girlfriend. I was about to explain when a burning hot slap landed across my face. "Slut! I'm going to be James' assistant! You can forget about ever being his girlfriend!" She grabbed my hair and threw a cup of scalding hot tea in my face. "Such a young age and already trying to seduce men. You're probably just a cheap piece of ass that's been passed around!" I curled up on the floor, desperately protecting the file folder with my body. That seemed to piss her off even more. She snatched the folder and tore it to shreds in front of everyone in the office. Then, with a sickly sweet smile, she turned to my brother. "Mr. Lancaster, your new assistant is pretty bold, trying to come onto you. But don't worry, I've already taken care of her."