Steal My Heart

"You're nothing but a useless loser," Caroline sneered. "Without me, you'd be sleeping on the streets." For three years, Darius endured humiliation as a house husband. He cooked, cleaned, and loved his wife with everything he had. In return, she cheated on him with a wealthy businessman and treated him like dirt. The night Darius discovers the truth, he finally stops pretending. "We're getting divorced." Caroline laughs mockingly. "You have no money, no power, and no future. You'll come crawling back." What she doesn't know is that Darius is the long-lost heir to one of the richest families on Earth—an octomillionaire empire that controls corporations, banks, and powerful figures across the globe. Within days, CEOs bow before him. Billion-dollar contracts land at his feet. Even feared underworld bosses tremble when they hear his name. Meanwhile, Caroline watches her company collapse after losing the one man she never should have betrayed. When the truth is finally revealed, she can only stare in shock. "You... you're the Octomillionaire Heir?" Darius smiles coldly. "Now you know exactly what you threw away." A betrayed husband. A hidden heir. A ruthless rise to power. This time, regret will be her punishment.

She slipped off the engagement ring, her voice cold. “You’ll never be the man I need,” she said, walking out and leaving me broken. Years later, as I stood successful and untouchable, she begged for my help. My heart ached, but I turned away. “You made your choice,” I whispered.

Transmigrating into my own novel should have been a dream, but instead, it’s a death sentence. I woke up in the body of Liam, the Ninth Prince of the Vermilion Empire—a pathetic cannon fodder character I created just to be executed by the Emperor to satisfy the main protagonist's growth. According to the plot I wrote, my head is scheduled to roll soon. However, the world doesn't know that I hold the blueprints to its existence. With my hidden knowledge of every secret plot and a mysterious Summoning System that has manifested within me, I will rewrite my fate. I am no longer a stepping stone. To survive and reach the peak of this world, I’ll have to become the very nightmare I once authored.

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

"A delivery boy like you is only fit to lick the dust off my shoes!" Arlo was humiliated, beaten, and dumped in the mud by his girlfriend and her new billionaire lover. He was a nobody, a 'trash' in the eyes of the elite. But then, the Infinite Cashback System awakened. [Ding! You spent $1.00. Cashback triggered: $10,000 credited to your account!] [Ding! You spent $1 Million. Cashback triggered: $10 Billion credited to your account!] Suddenly, Arlo has more money than he can spend. That luxury dealership that mocked him? He bought the whole franchise and turned it into a parking lot for his delivery bike. The corporation that looked down on him? He acquired it just to fire his enemies. From the gutters of the city to the throne of the world, Arlo is no longer a victim. He is the God of Wealth, and he’s coming to collect every debt—with interest.

In a world filled with war, the only place you can take refuge is where war merges with sanctity. Altair did exactly that. Leaving his past behind, he entered the tower, the heart of Aculon. What will happen now, what he will experience, whom he will save and whom he will kill, is up to him, but one thing is certain: he will reach the top of the tower and take his rightful place on the throne.

Caught up in a sinister plot against his family, Dean Bradson watched his mother be killed before his very eyes. Bloodied and left for dead, he was found and rescued by a young Mia Hamilton. It's been 15 years since that fateful day and Dean has returned to his old hometown with only three things in mind. The first was to find Mia Hamilton and repay her for her good deeds, the 2nd was to find the reason for his mothers death and punish those responsible, and the final reason was to fulfil the promise he made to a father he never knew. Dean was determined to make sure no one would stop him from achieving his goals

To the world, Salim Bakar was the "worthless" son of the elite Bakar real estate dynasty. While his brothers closed multi-million dollar deals, Salim spent his time on his phone, managing obscure influencers in the "frivolous" world of TikTok. The tension boils over at the Bakar Group’s 50th Anniversary Gala. In front of the city’s elite, Salim is publicly betrayed by his own father. "A Bakar is a lion of industry, not a lapdog for internet clowns," his father bellows. Disowned, stripped of his inheritance, and cast out into the rain, Salim is left with nothing but his smartphone. But the Bakars made a fatal mistake: they confused "quiet" with "weak." They didn't know Salim’s hidden identity. He is the "Ghost Manager," a digital genius who controls the world’s largest viral talent agency. With his Cold Protagonist mindset, Salim decides it’s time for a lesson in business. Using his God-Tier Manager System, he begins to manipulate the trends that the Bakar Group relies on for their "modern" rebranding. As Salim builds a new-media empire that dwarfs his family’s dying industry, the Bakars find themselves losing millions. Desperate, they seek a meeting with the mysterious "King of Influence" to save their company. The face-slapping begins when the boardroom doors open, and the "disgrace" they spat on is the one holding their debt. Salim isn't back for a reunion; he’s back for revenge.

Synopsis Killian Holland was a live-in son-in-law of the Pratt family. Unknown to them, he was secretly assigned to help his wife's family from bankruptcy. Killian had treated the Head of the Pratt family, and unable to rescue him completely, he made a vow to marry his daughter and help the company from collapsing. In the union, Killian was seen as nothing but a worthless fellow. They treated him like garbage. They turned him into their errand boy. On the last day at the Pratt mansion, there came a divorce. His wife filed for a divorce and not all, she tried to kill him. Killian Holland decided to get revenge for the humiliations, sufferings, and pains the Pratt family had made him pass through.