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Twenty-four years ago, a convoy was ambushed on a mountain road and every passenger was left for dead...except one crying infant with no name and no past. Raised by the wealthy Carter family, Ethan grew up tolerated, never loved, and endlessly reminded he wasn't blood. What the Carters never knew: their "burden" was secretly Evan Black, the anonymous founder of Aether Technologies... and their own company had survived for years only because he was quietly protecting it. The day their real son is found, they disown Ethan without a second thought. Strip his name. Empty his room. Throw him out with a suitcase. The next morning, from the top floor of Aether's headquarters, Ethan gives one order: cut the Carters off completely. As their empire collapses and the mysterious Evan Black finally steps into the light, Ethan discovers the ambush that orphaned him was no accident, it was an execution carried out by an organization still hunting the one survivor of a stolen dynasty. Every company he conquers, every enemy he exposes, and every truth he uncovers brings him closer to the people who spent twenty-four years making sure he'd never remember who he really is.

Tiana thought she had risen to the top and no longer needed her poor husband – Jalen. Jalen is humiliated, divorced and kicked out of the house. As if to stamp the final seal, Tiana pulls out a check from her purse. She extends it towards him. “Three million dollars,” she said. “For everything. Take it and leave.” But fate has a different story install for her. She doesn’t know her so-called poor husband is a secret billionaire; the one who secretly pushed her to the level she is now. After casting Jalen away, life begins to happen; life handed her a bitter dose of reality. Now struggling to keep her company, Black Blossom, afloat, she finds herself standing in front of the one man she never imagined she’d see again... her ex-husband, now a powerful billionaire. “How are you the president of this company?” she whispered, eyes wide. Jalen’s lips curved. “You left me broken. Now you’re here for crumbs.” Old wounds reopen. Pride clashes with regret. But what happens when the tables turn and the man she once walked away from now holds the key to her breakthrough?

Jamie Aldridge never asked for this. He never asked for the system, for the power, for the missions that drag him deeper into Seattle’s underworld. But when life throws a digital demon into your head, what choice do you have? Play the game or get played. Simple. Except it’s not that simple. Because this game? It’s rigged. And the stakes? Well, they’re higher than Jamie could ever imagine. "Who the hell are you?" Jamie demanded, his voice rough with exhaustion, and his mind a tangled mess of fear and fury. The Broker smiled, a thin, calculated curve of lips that held no warmth. "I'm the man who’s going to change your life, Jamie. Or end it. Depends on how well you play." "Play?" Jamie spat, barely holding back the urge to punch that smug look off his face. "I’m not playing your game. Not anymore." The Broker’s eyes shone with a dark and knowing aura. "Oh, but you are. You just don’t realize it yet." Now Jamie’s on a collision course with forces beyond his control—shadowy figures who pull the strings, secrets buried so deep they might as well be myths, and a system that seems determined to push him to the brink. And just when he thinks he can’t take any more, life throws him another curveball: Emma. His unbearable bully of a wife. Pregnant. Yeah. Ain't gonna end well. In a world where survival is a day-to-day battle and the lines between ally and enemy blur with every step, Jamie has to figure out one thing—how to win when every move feels like a losing one. Because failure? It’s not an option. Not when his life, and the life of his unborn child, hangs in the balance.

Allvar Falck was supposed to have it all, graduating from a top college and a loving girlfriend, Serena Scott. But when constant job rejections started piling up, his life took a devastating turn. On the night of their anniversary, he returned home with the last of his savings spent on a cake, only to find Serena in the arms of another man. "You're nothing but a loser, Allvar," she sneered. "I thought you'd be something after graduation, but look at you now." Humiliated and heartbroken, Allvar's world collapsed. But as he wandered aimlessly through the streets, a luxurious car pulled up beside him and an elderly man bowed deeply. "Young master, the time has come to reclaim your place in the family business." Allvar may have been down, but he wasn't out. With newfound wealth and power, he swore vengeance on everyone who wronged, belittled, and humiliated him. "They’ll regret ever crossing me," Allvar vowed, his eyes burning with a new purpose. From loser to lord, Allvar's rise to power is about to shake the very foundations of his world. Get ready for his ruthless revenge, dominant comeback, and unstoppable ascension.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.

Leon Blackwood lives a quiet, unremarkable life, or so the world believes. Once a name whispered in the shadows of power, he’s now just a man in an apron, cooking dinner for a wife who barely looks at him and enduring the scorn of her wealthy family. To them, he’s a failure, a burden chained to their crumbling empire. But when the Quinn family’s company begins to collapse under mysterious attacks, and a ruthless heir sets his sights on Leon’s wife, something inside him shifts. The man who turned down kings, queens, and empires suddenly stops pretending to be ordinary. With a single phone call, fortunes vanish. Corporations crumble. And those who mocked him discover too late that Leon Blackwood doesn’t negotiate... he decides. As his quiet vengeance unfolds, Leon’s double life begins to unravel before the people who dismissed him. Enemies whisper his name in fear. Old powers stir. And Mia, the wife who thought she’d married a nobody, starts to realize that the man standing in her kitchen might be far more dangerous than anyone she’s ever known. But every secret comes with a price. And Leon’s past isn’t done with him yet.

"I must be losing my mind," Min Suhyun muttered, struggling to grasp the unsettling reality that unfolded before her. How had she ended up here? In the realm of clichéd stories, such a trope typically befell the deceased, not someone who had merely skimmed through old drafts. And yet, here she was, trapped in the body of an insignificant extra named Serein Rowe. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, raising questions she couldn't easily dismiss. ‘This can't be another one of my lucid dreams... Is this some twisted cosmic joke?’ she pondered, her mind reeling with the absurdity of her situation. Nevertheless, given that she could barely do anything to return to her world, she might as well seize this opportunity to finally finish what she had started, right? Living here and continuing until the end of this draft, she could create a good ending, '—though maybe it won't be as easy…?' Surviving as a side character suffering from a curse-like chronic illness? That would undoubtedly be a struggle. Now, that would undoubtedly pose a challenge, although it’s still a better fate than dying early, serving only as a trigger for the story's advancement. Min Suhyun contemplated for a moment before firmly resolving to a single objective: To survive until the very end.

"Stop digging up your father's past, Theo! You'll only die a poor courier!" Theo ignored his mother's cries. He'd had enough of being insulted by everyone, considered a stranger by Agatha—his former lover now engaged to her wealthy ex—and crushed by Valen's criminal faction. When his body was broken and he could no longer fight with his brawn, Theo chose to use his brain. Through an Anonymous Scholarship, Theo entered Armagenda University, the most elite campus in Monia. While everyone thought he was just a lucky street kid, Theo used his campus access privileges to track the flow of funds of enemies trying to seize and control Theo's father's company inheritance. Assisted by Allia, a secret ally in the cyber data center, Theo began dissecting the city's legal system to cut through the lifeblood of his rivals' businesses. Theo had thrown away his naivety as a good person. He no longer cared about romantic drama or caste slurs. His focus is only one: to reclaim his father's legacy, overthrow the Head of the Security Authority, and ascend to his own throne as the shadow ruler who silently controls the law and the underworld of Monia.

Having a crazy continuous dream like a drama series during my childhood, I realize I’m in the body of a character named Airis Absalom, daughter of the Absalom duchy. She happens to be an introvert, respectful and beautiful lady, but she died a miserable death, killed by the heartless mad future emperor, Aiden Alexander Ambrose. Not only her death, but also Ardiane empire’s total downfall. In order for me to not meet the same end and prevent the disaster I’ve seen, I made a deal with the hero, Azher Alexander Ambrose, the 4th prince. I promised to make him the next emperor in return for him to sponsor my world travel – trying to find a way to return. Living in this dream-reality, will I be able to return and succeed in saving Ardiane?

Marcus stands outside Luminaire, an upscale restaurant he can't afford, holding a bouquet of discount flowers. Inside, his girlfriend of three years, Vanessa Chen, sits across from Derek Hastings, the same trust-fund brat who made Marcus's high school years hell. Derek's family owns Hastings Luxury Automotives, a multi-billion dollar empire. Vanessa doesn't even have the decency to look guilty. She hands Marcus back the promise ring he bought with two months' salary and says coldly: "I need someone with ambition, Marcus. Not someone who's going to be broke forever." Derek smirks, dropping his platinum card on the table. "No hard feelings, delivery boy. Some men are just born winners." Humiliated, Marcus walks twelve miles home in the rain because he can't afford the bus. He collapses on his mattress in their cramped apartment—his mother Diane wheezing in the next room from untreated asthma, his father Raymond still out working his third shift, and his 16-year-old sister Zoe studying by flashlight because the electricity's been cut again. That night, half-delirious with fever and rage, Marcus whispers: "I'd give anything to change this." [SYSTEM INITIALIZED] [LIMITLESS REBATE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.]