Danielle didn't enjoy life to the fullest before she died. After she was reborn, she realized what a fool she had been in her past life. She felt a twinge of regret as she looked at her incredibly handsome husband. Why didn't she notice that he was so charming before? What made her turn down such a man? She had trusted some scumbags blindly, leading to the downfall of her entire family. Now that she had a second chance, she decided to put her beauty and intelligence to good use. She embarked on a journey to get revenge and also connect with big shots. Never in her wildest imagination did she think she would become a big shot with multiple identities and connections. Lines were really falling into pleasant places for her. Even the deadliest group of assassins released a memo that anyone who messed with her would not live to see the light of day. The four greatest families that were rumored to be at odds all doted on her. And even a mysterious big clan welcomed her back home. With a smile, the most handsome man walked to her side and put his arm around her waist. He then said, "Let me give a brief introduction. Guys, meet my beautiful wife." Danielle couldn't believe her ears. What in the freaking world!
In a room on the second floor of the villa.
Heavy panting filled the air.
"Oh... Babe... She's watching..." The woman, cheeks flushed, grabbed the man's hand as it reached under her dress.
Hearing this, the man shot a disdainful look at Danielle Cullen, who was lying on the bed. He then turned his attention back to the woman before him and lifted her dress more restlessly, slipping his hand in. "That's precisely what I want, for her to witness it. Plus, she's paralyzed. What harm could she possibly do to us?"
Danielle gritted her teeth hard, and her eyes were wide open in anger.
These two despicable people were her fiancé, Wilbur Frazier, and her half-sister, Hattie Gilbert!
They had drugged her to induce paralysis, stolen her company, and were now engaging in deeds of such depravity right in front of her bed!
"Get the hell out!"
"What's wrong with you? Danielle, really? Do you still believe you're the esteemed Miss Cullen?" Hattie laughed but continued to grind against Wilbur, moaning uncontrollably. "You haven't realized it yet, have you? Your grandfather suffered a cerebral hemorrhage after learning of your paralysis and died. Your uncle's family is drowning in legal charges and can't help themselves. Nobody will come to save you."
At that moment, Danielle's body shook violently. Her grandfather had always been healthy. How could he suddenly die of a cerebral hemorrhage?
And what was happening with her uncle's family?
It must be this shameless couple behind all of this!
"Bitch!" Danielle wept in despair!
Hattie smirked and feigned a wounded expression. "Wilbur, look at her. She's calling me a bitch... I'm so heartbroken..."
"Danielle, since you don't know how to speak politely, I'll make your mouth shut forever." Wilbur caressed Hattie's breasts and cast a disgusted glance at Danielle. Then, without warning, he grabbed the kettle from beside the bed and poured boiling water straight onto Danielle's face!
"Ah!"
Danielle's face was horribly disfigured!
Grinning even wider, Hattie sneered hatefully, "Oh, I misspoke earlier. There is someone who could save you, probably Vernon Herrera. But sadly, you pissed him off and he had gone abroad."
With envy in her eyes, Hattie continued, "What in the world about you is deserving of his love? After divorcing you, he even relinquished two-thirds of his fortune to you."
Vernon Herrera...
Upon hearing that name, Danielle was filled with remorse, and tears streamed down her face.
She had made a mistake, not appreciating the one who truly loved her, instead trusting Wilbur and Hattie...
"We're here to make sure you go to hell today, just in case something may happen since Mr. Herrera is returning to this country soon." Hattie pulled an injector out of her pocket and grinned wickedly. "Danielle, with your medical expertise, you should know exactly what this is, right? After getting injected with this, you'll experience unbearable pain, making you wish for death."
Hattie grabbed Danielle's wrist and injected all the medicine.
Danielle felt an excruciating pain throughout her body as if thousands of ants were biting her and a heavy hammer was hitting her brain repeatedly. What's worse, the medicine had a stimulating effect that prevented her from passing out, leaving her to suffer through the pain until her eventual death...
Meanwhile, Wilbur and Hattie continued to laugh maniacally and made love in front of her...
As Danielle was about to lose consciousness, the roar of a car engine resounded downstairs. Seconds later, the room door was kicked open with a crash, and a tall figure hurried in, gasping for breath.
Was it... Vernon?
How could he be here after she had hurt him so deeply?
Danielle's vision blurred, and her eyelids grew heavy. She couldn't accept it...
"Hattie, Wilbur, in my next life... I..."
Danielle failed to finish her sentence before her death came... She screamed silently, "In my next life, I will make you suffer!"
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone.
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."