Beau-père / Belle-mère

Harry Solomon thought his wedding day would finally prove his worth to his family. Instead, he stood alone at the altar while his bride rushed to his brother's hospital bedside. "Where the hell are you?" Mona's voice cut through the phone like ice. "Frank is in the hospital and you're nowhere to be found!" "I'm at the church! It's our wedding day, Mona!" Harry's voice cracked with desperation. "It's just a wedding—delaying it doesn't matter, but Frank's condition can't wait!" For twenty-four years, Harry had been the forgotten son—the one who disappeared as a child, the one who returned to find his place taken by his "perfect" brother Frank. Every achievement stolen, every relationship destroyed, every moment of happiness crushed under the weight of a family that never wanted him back. But when Frank's "dying wish" becomes marrying Harry's fiancée, and the family demands Harry sacrifice his very heart to save his brother, Harry discovers the ultimate betrayal: it's all been a lie. "You want my heart?" Harry's voice turned cold. "Don't you realize that would kill me too?" "Frank needs that heart more than you do," his father replied without hesitation. Bleeding out in a warehouse, abandoned by everyone he'd tried to love, Harry makes a desperate wish on a shooting star. When he wakes up six years in the past, he has one chance to rewrite his story—and this time, he's done being the family sacrifice. Sometimes the only way to save yourself is to lose everything.

"How would you feel about facing death, knowing you've been cast aside by the people you loved the most?" Bryan pondered this question as it echoed in his mind, but as he opened his eyes to a new beginning, a fresh chance at life, he felt a surge of determination. He was willing to do whatever it might take to make those who had caused him pain pay, even if it meant shedding tears and blood as he had suffered. "Bryan, Mom was wrong. Please come back to us," "Bryan, Dad admits his mistakes, please forgive me and return to us?" "Bryan, we're sorry for neglecting you, we regret it now," even his three sisters who despised him the most. These were the same people who had never spared him a single glance, despite his longing for their love and affection his entire life, even when he lay on the brink of death they chose an outsider over him, now they beg for his forgiveness and plead for his return, it was ironic, almost laughable. "I don't have a family, and I'm perfectly fine being an orphan," Join the incredible journey of Bryan Winterwood as he goes from being an orphan to discovering as the long-lost son of one of the richest families, but despite appearing to be having everything there's nothing for him not even love until the moment he was dead, just when it seems like everything ended, fate has its own play for him, Bryan is given a second chance, instead of embracing the life of an heir to a billionaire family, he decides to walk away and return to the life of an orphan once again to rise and shine by his own

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

"You will surely regret this, Ethan; you're making a big mistake." Dana, Ethan's wife, said, pointing a finger at him, "Look, don't expect me to give you a penny, and don't think that I'll let you sleep in my villa today." She informed. Ethan nodded before responding, "I won't regret it." .... Ethan Ford, a secret billionaire, found out about his wife's cheating nature. Disheartened, he filed for a divorce. All his plans for her were immediately terminated; he was ready to reveal his true identity to her, but unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. Ethan wanted to get back at her and the man she left him for; he planned on using her rival against her. Read The Tycoon's Reckoning to see how Ethan seemingly navigates things.

They tried to kill him on his birthday—just to take all his wealth. All this time, Logan thought he had nothing. But the truth was far more cruel: all the suffering he had endured was the doing of his own uncle, who treated him like trash within the family. On the night he was on the verge of death, a goddess appeared before him. Out of pity, she granted him a system that changed everything—the Multiplier Compensation System. From that moment on, Logan’s life changed. Wealth, power, everything began to grow without limit. He no longer cared about anyone… except for one thing—revenge. He built himself into an existence with infinite wealth, someone no longer controlled by anyone. “Now… you’re begging me?” “This is my ‘kindness’—to atone for all your sins.” And for those who once destroyed him, endless suffering would be the only fitting punishment.

“It’s our wedding night, Sarah…” Kevin’s hands tightened around her waist as he kissed her neck, his voice rough with restrained desire. “Stay with me tonight.” For three years, he had waited for this moment. Sarah’s breath trembled against his lips. “I want you too…” Then her phone rang. Everything changed. “But Jasper needs me,” she whispered, already pulling away from his arms. Kevin stared at her in disbelief. “You’re leaving me? Tonight?” “He’s in the hospital.” “And I’m your husband.” His voice broke into something quieter, more painful. “Sarah…please. Don’t go.” But she still walked away. How his wife just left her for another man. The hotel door closed behind her, leaving Kevin alone beside the untouched champagne and the bed that still carried her perfume. Nobody knew that before becoming Sarah Sterling’s quiet, devoted husband, Kevin was GODsFALL — the legendary War God feared across the world. He abandoned power for her. Abandoned bloodshed and glory just to become the man who cooked her meals, massaged her tired feet, and waited faithfully for her every night. To Sarah, he was only her gentle husband. The man who would always understand. While Kevin sat alone in their honeymoon suite, Sarah spent the night beside another man, softly whispering: “You are my first priority, Jasper. Kevin will understand. Let me change your shirt.” That was the night Kevin’s love died. And the night the War God returned.

“Don't embarrass yourself. It’s not like this is new.” Carlos dropped the bag and with each step he took toward them, the years of loyalty, sacrifice and love burned to ashes in his chest. His fist clenched involuntarily. “You were my brother, Robert,” his breath weakened with pain while his eyes gleamed. “And you... I was planning to marry you, Andrea!” “You?” Andrea snapped with a scoff, wrapping a sheet around her. “You can’t even pay your rent on time. You’re a delivery boy, Carlos. A nobody." Framed by His best friend and lover, Alex is forged by the experience gotten from his betrayal and misfortune into discovering his true identity and rightful place as a Seclair heir. And to take revenge on all those who were behind his misfortune with the help of the system whose golden aim is to make him the grand master of the SOLO SYSTEM.

"Father… Father…. Please stay with me." "Who were those out?" "Some soldiers from Mayca in Tadeas. They were looking for you. They say your name is Ronald Rodgers. Is that true?" "Yes son… They're right… my real name is Ronald Rodgers, but I had my reason for keeping it from you all these years." Newton coughed, as blood flowed from his mouth. Life was gradually leaving his body and Gabriel could notice it. "Promise me one thing…." "Whatever it is." "Promise me that you will never trust anyone from Tadeas, nor even think of going there." "I promise." ***** Gabriel spoke to himself as though he was with his father's spirit. "Forgive me father. But I must go to Tadeas. I have to learn about myself, why you were killed and why your killers are now looking for me."

It sucks being a shut-in Neet. You play video games all day long, you have no real friends, you gained horrible weight and you're a hopeless virgin. Sooner before you know it, life gets really boring and lonely. Such was the life of Arthur. In his mid thirties, he realised his life lacked meaning. He was bored and wanted something new. That night he shut his eyes to sleep and never woke up. When he woke up, he found himself in a different world. In this world, there are no gods nor heroes. The demon King ruled the world with an iron fist. Without gods the world wouldn't function. Arthur gained the rarest system of all time—The godleveling system. His only goal is to level up to become a god but the demon King knows something that Arthur doesn't know.......

Warren made to speak but just then the MC got the stage, officially welcoming everyone to the gala. Just then Lady Williams joins them. Surprised couldn't describe what she felt seeing Warren at the gala. “What's he doing here?” She asked. “We’re just as shocked as you are grandma,” Troy said. “Don't stand close to us. I don’t want anyone thinking we are actually associated with a commoner like you,” Laurel said. Soon they were interrupted by the loud voice from the speaker. “...Please welcome on stage, the host of tonight's gala and newly appointed CEO of Sterling Heights, Warren Easton.” Loud cheers and applauses erupted immediately. Warren made his way to the front and stood until the noise died down. His eyes squarely on the Williams family. He watched as their faces switched from the looks of confusion to realisation to that of surprise. He had them where he wanted them. Bingo.