(Daily Updating) I agreed to go on one first date everyday, for a year, without falling in love. The rules are simple: No repeat dates. No feelings. Nothing off the record, no matter how messy, awkward, and steamy things gets. If I fail, I lose my job. If I break the rules, I lose everything. So I turned my dating life into content, publishing every awkward, chaotic, borderline unhinged date for the internet to devour. And they did. The worse it got, the more viral I, and my articles, became. Everything was on track... until I met Derek. He's date number six, charming, unforgettable, and completely off-limits. Because he’s the ruthless billionaire who bought my company. He's the one man I can't date. The one I can't want. And the one who wrote the rules I'm not allowed to break. But that’s not even the worst part. Because while I’m trying to protect my heart, someone else is watching. A reader. Always commenting. Always dissecting. Always knowing things they shouldn’t. They call themselves @TruthHurts. And the more I try to ignore them, the clearer it becomes. They’re not guessing. They’re not trolling. They know me. And if I’m not careful… this story won’t just go viral. It will destroy me.

In her past life, she was used and died in bitterness. This time, she’s reborn—stronger, sharper, unstoppable. Only… the man she once married is no longer cold and distant. He’s sharp-tongued, mischievous, and… oddly flirtatious. A marriage contract binds them again. One naïve heiress, one frail yet dangerous tycoon— the whole city expects them to be a joke. But she marries into the family and is completely spoiled. And the so-called sickly man? Not only is he healthy, handsome, and rich, his empire spans the globe—and he’s secretly her backer. She snaps, “You tricked me? Be careful, I might just run away from you!” The public sees a ruthless, untouchable man. She sees him smile, teasing and unrestrained: “We’ll have a child… that way, you won’t ever want to leave me.”

Olivia Hawthorn was born to inherit Ravenclaw. Daughter of the murdered Alpha heir, she should have grown up protected, cherished, and prepared to take her mother’s place. Instead, she became the girl everyone loved to hurt. At school, her stepsister made her life hell with sweet smiles, cruel whispers, and public humiliation. At home, her father, Nickson Hawthorn, the regent meant to protect Ravenclaw on Olivia’s behalf, failed her again and again. He believed every lie, punished every defence, and let his new wife and her children slowly steal Olivia’s place, her name, her future, and her mother’s legacy. The only person Olivia thought she still had was Gregory Blackwolf. Her betrothed. Her first love. The boy who promised he would stand beside her when she finally became Alpha. But when one tragic night leaves Olivia framed for a crash she cannot remember, stripped of her wolf, and blamed for the death of Alpha Lucian Vale’s pregnant mate, Gregory abandons her too. He rejects her when she is weakest and turns to the same stepsister who helped destroy her. Then Lucian Vale comes for blood debt. Cold, dangerous, and grieving, he is supposed to be Olivia’s enemy. The man who should hate her. The man who should make her pay. But Lucian is the first person powerful enough to look past the lies. The more he uncovers, the more he realises Olivia was never the villain. She was the sacrifice. Betrayed by her father. Hunted by her stepmother. Replaced by her stepsister. Abandoned by the man who claimed to love her. And somewhere between revenge, protection, grief, and forbidden desire, the Alpha who came to collect her blood becomes the only man willing to fight for her. Olivia lost her wolf. She lost her home. She lost the love she once believed in. But beside Lucian Vale, she may finally find the strength to take it all back.

The marriage between their families was the talk of the high society. On a stormy night, she was being followed, trapped between life and death… and her fiancé was busy celebrating another woman's birthday. Heartbroken, she resolved to break off the engagement. But on the eve of her decision, a man knocked at her door. Moonlight poured over the frost-covered ground, cold and serene. His dark eyes fixed on her, voice low yet tender: “The family isn’t just him. There’s me too.” “I’m here to honor the engagement.” He was the head of the family, a young business tycoon with an empire spanning the nation. Known for his cold, distant demeanor, untouched by romance… yet only he knew of the little girl he had loved for fifteen years. In countless quiet nights, he had burned with jealousy over his own nephew—mad with envy. Later, the unfaithful fiancé called drunk, begging for reconciliation. Leaning back in bed, he glanced at the girl beside him, eyes shimmering, teeth marks on his collarbone hinting at unspoken desire. His voice lazy, teasing: “Looking for your auntie in the middle of the night, nephew? What’s the matter?”

“Alpha, the Luna just gave birth, but she’s bleeding heavily…” “Then let her die.” “What about the baby?” “Dump it. I don’t care.” Samantha died that night, her body failing while Gillian Dunnington, Alpha of Obscura Fang, watched without hesitation. But death didn’t hold her this time. Reborn on the exact day he chose another woman, Yvette, over her and their pup, Samantha remembered every betrayal, every lie, every scar he left in her heart. She watched him bring Yvette: a fragile lone wolf he rescued from the ruins of her pack into their home. He doted on her, protected her, claimed the life that was once Samantha’s. Samantha didn’t interfere. She wasn’t weak. She built her empire, carved her path, and let Gillian drown in the consequences of his choices. By nightfall, she was calm and cold. She called the legal shifter. “I’m divorcing Gillian. Sever the bond. Everything that ties us, gone.” Years later, he appeared at her door, kneeling, desperate, and raw. “Sam… please. Give me a chance. I was wrong. I… I can’t live without you.” Samantha looked down at him, calm, unshaken, lips curling into the faintest, deadly smile. “Gillian… you forgot the one rule. I’m not yours anymore.”

Four years of marriage—and all they shared was the night. She always knew he didn’t love her. He rarely came home, pouring all his care into the woman he had loved since youth. She endured it all, just to give their daughter a complete childhood. Until the day he crossed the final line— giving the life-saving bone marrow to that woman’s child. That was when she knew… this marriage was over. She packed up, took her child, and walked away without looking back. Years later, she returns—and stuns everyone. Young, beautiful, and the founder of a top-tier jewelry brand. Men chase her, admire her, try to win her favor. She stands at the center of it all—untouchable, radiant, unstoppable. Late one night, he corners her against the wall, eyes burning with obsession. “After all these years… you’ve changed.” She lowers her gaze, a faint smile on her lips. “Not much. Just a little success.” Then she looks up, calm and distant. “And Mr.—you’ve crossed the line.”

Three months pregnant, she is kidnapped. Her husband and his family hang up on her desperate calls, choosing to celebrate his childhood friend’s birthday instead. Left alone in the storm, she loses their baby. He later gives her dream job as chief perfumer to the same woman, steals her hit fragrance line, and lets the world label her an imposter. Broken beyond repair, she walks away for good. Years later, she returns as a world-famous oriental perfume master, admired and cherished by all. Her remorseful husband begs desperately for a second chance. She tears up his apology and turns away coldly: “We are nothing to each other now.”

(All Chapters Now Reviewed And Fix, Words Now Feer From Grammar Errors, And Chapters Now Readable) Emily Moon never asked to be Luna of the BloodTing pack. She fought for years to earn her place at Derek's side, only to watch her younger sister Ema steal it with a smile. Now, after one year of a mating built on silence and betrayal, Emily has made her decision: she wants a rejection bond agreement. Nothing more. Just her freedom. But Derek refuses to let her go. He brings her milk she pours down the drain. He buys her rings meant for Ema. He locks her in their home to protect his true love, then demands they have a pup to fix what he broke. To the pack, he is the perfect Alpha. To Emily, he is the man who taught her that love can feel like suffocation. What Derek does not know is that Emily is already pregnant. And she will do whatever it takes to keep that secret until she escapes—because a child cannot hold a man who never loved her, and she will not let her pup grow up watching its father choose another woman. With her best friend Mara selling off every gift Derek ever gave her, the Old Man pressuring for an heir, and Derek's own father counting the days until his son takes full control, Emily is running out of time. Every ring, every scent of freesia on Derek's skin, every night he spends "working" with Ema only sharpens her resolve. The rejection bond papers are ready. Derek keeps tearing them apart. But Emily Moon was raised by the Moon pack. She fought through HighClaws School, and earned a position that Ema took with a single phone call to steal. She will not break now. Because some bonds are made to be rejected.

In her previous life, she loved the wrong people, betrayed by a deceitful man and her so-called best friend. Everyone who cared for her died because of her. Reborn, she vows to take revenge on those who ruined her—and to make amends to the man she once feared and avoided. But when she wakes in the hospital, the first thing she hears is him coldly asking for a divorce. Wait… this isn’t how it happened before. Divorce? She will never agree. Given a second chance at life, she is determined to rewrite her tragic fate. This time, she will change her fate.

After four years of marriage, when her husband's first love returned, she realize all these years he had loved another women. He gave her a modest allowance each month, yet spent millions on his first love’s research. The line between love and indifference had never been clearer. He claimed he couldn’t let his beloved fall into the mundane chains of marriage, so he expected her to quit her modest job and fade into a quiet housewife—dim and invisible. But he didn’t realize she was far from ordinary… For four years, she led top-secret national research projects, commanding a level so high that even his precious first love was merely her assistant. And he certainly didn’t know that the papers he had hastily signed were their divorce documents. One month later, she revealed her identity as a leading scientific powerhouse—and delivered the divorce certificate into his hands. The once-gentle, polite man tore it up, eyes red with shock and anger. “Who else would want a divorced woman like her?” But stubborn as ever, he was the same man who knelt, begging for her back. She stood radiant and composed beside a top-tier tycoon, unmoved. Her new husband arched an eyebrow, flashing the marriage certificate with her: “Show some respect. She’s now… my wife.”