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Alone on a Business Trip for a Year (28 episodes) follows Catherine Morris, CEO of Morris Group and top scientist. After a year of research in Seattle, she discovers her husband Evan betrayed their DINK agreement—he has a baby with mistress Megan, who seizes her Beverly Hills mansion and pretends to be Ms. Morris. Catherine is blocked, humiliated, framed for mental illness and fired. Saved by her brother Chris, she learns Evan’s wealth and status come from her, with her patents under his name. Villains are punished: Megan jailed for fraud, Evan for assault and bigamy. Catherine recovers, presents groundbreaking research, and becomes a Nobel candidate, shining as herself, not just the chairman’s sister.

Brian and Logan were twin Wolf Beastkin that my cousin Isabella and I rescued from the Underground Beast Trade. Back then, the two of us stood there staring at those filthy little wolf pups, and without even needing to say much, we each decided to adopt one. I took Brian. Isabella took Logan. Thirteen years passed in the blink of an eye. All that time, I believed that even if Brian didn’t like me, he would at least feel grateful that I had saved his life. That illusion shattered the day I accidentally overheard him talking to some other Beastkin. Someone asked, “Emma’s been really good to you. Why are you always so cold to her?” Brian let out a short, dismissive laugh. “Who asked her to be good to me?” “You’ve got it good and don’t even realize it.” “Good? Then I guess I should thank Emma properly. If she hadn’t taken me first, I’d be the one with Isabella right now.” Another voice chimed in, “I mean, makes sense. Compared to Isabella, the head cheerleader, Emma’s just… nothing special.” A dull ache spread through my chest. In that moment, every feeling I had held onto for Brian over the years quietly disappeared.

Engaged for three years, I once believed Lorenzo—the man who took a bullet for me—was my salvation. Until that night, after toying with me in the car, he tossed me like trash onto rival gang territory. The three years of devotion were all an act. To protect his so-called ""sister-in-law"" Sophia, he stole my pregnancy medication, letting me hit the table and miscarry. To vent for Sophia, he locked me in a water tank at an underground club and let everyone bid: ""The Saint of House Valenti, starting at one dollar."" My heart died. I shattered the glass, grabbed his archrival Antonio's hand, soaked in blood: ""Take me away. I'll help you kill him."" When I returned, a black datura was tattooed on my lower back. Lorenzo knelt and begged me to come home. I drew my blade and slit his flesh: ""This cut is for the child you killed.""

On the day she’s supposed to become a bride, Jennifer is thrown from a thousand-meter magic tower by the man she once saved. Her crime? Healing the blind duke whose heart belonged to another woman. But death gives her a second chance. When Jennifer awakens in the past, she refuses to save him again—even as the kingdom’s most powerful families beg for her healing blood. Instead, she makes a shocking wager before the entire royal court: while the duke’s beloved struggles to cure blindness, Jennifer will attempt the impossible—reviving a man whose soul is already dead. Ten days. One sacred blood pact. And only one woman will walk away from the capital alive.

Ivy spent three years loving the twin Alphas who hid her in the shadows. While the entire pack celebrated another woman as their future Luna, Ivy endured the humiliation in silence—believing their bond was real. Until one cruel night shattered everything. Betrayed by the men she trusted most and forced to watch them choose someone else, Ivy finally realizes the terrifying truth: to the twins, she was never their mate… only a secret they were ashamed of.

The night the zombie horde attacked, Sarah’s husband abandoned the entire settlement to take his childhood sweetheart to a mountaintop fireworks show. Sarah knew exactly what fireworks would attract in a world overrun by the dead. Desperate to stop them, she pointed a gun at the woman he loved—and paid for it with her life. But when Sarah opens her eyes again, she’s back at the beginning of the nightmare. This time, she’ll do anything to save the people trapped inside the doomed shelter… even if it means becoming the villain in everyone’s eyes. Because once the fireworks light up the sky, everyone dies.

On the morning Aria should become Dominic’s Luna, he leaves her at the cathedral to mark another woman. He thinks ten years of devotion means she will wait in white and forgive anything. Instead, Aria calls Alexander, the Alpha she once rejected and the fated Mate Dominic never knew she had. Before three hundred werewolf elites, she turns Dominic’s dream ceremony into her own revenge wedding. One bite, one contract, one public vow, and the Alpha who thought she had no choice loses the Luna who built his Pack.

I called 911 because I accidentally handcuffed myself to my bed. I expected a locksmith. Instead, my ex-boyfriend kicked down my door—with three firefighters behind him. He thinks another man tied me up and abandoned me. Then I blurt out, "No, I didn't use protection." Now he's furious, jealous, and refusing to believe the truth. My biggest embarrassment just became his biggest misunderstanding... and neither of us is ready for what comes next.

Elora Vance is the last White Wolf Healer, blessed with blood that can heal any wound. In her previous life, she sacrificed everything to restore Caleb, heir to the Blood Moon Pack, only to be betrayed. Blaming her for the death of the woman he truly loved, Caleb drained her healing blood until she died. Reborn with all her memories, Elora refuses to repeat the same mistake. Before the entire pack, she declares that Caleb can keep his crippled legs. Cast out without regret, she walks away and offers her priceless gift to the one man Caleb fears most—his sworn enemy, the Alpha of the Shadow Pack. This time, the miracle Caleb took for granted will become the weapon that destroys him.

My husband sent our five-year-old twins to hell, all because they dared to upset his precious first love. The men from the "behavior correction camp" burst into our home and dragged our sobbing girls away. Their tiny hands clung to the car door, crying and screaming for their daddy. Kathleen and I found them the next day. My girls, lifeless and bruised. Their breaths stilled forever. Meanwhile, my husband was on Instagram, celebrating the pregnancy of his beloved.