I was running a fever of 104 degrees, and my boyfriend had been called into work for overtime. But he forgot his wool scarf, so I dashed downstairs into the snow to catch him, only to hear him leaving a voicemail: "Overtime? Just a little white lie I told her. She won't be upset. "She's so clingy, like a puppy that won't let go. No sense of space at all. "Honestly, it's pretty dull. No thrill whatsoever..." I stood there, clinging to his wool scarf in shock. He only needed to turn around, and he would have seen me standing right there. But he didn’t.

Sloane played the penny-pinching wife for four years to fund Declan’s architectural firm. But when she discovers he’s using their life savings to house his mistress—and gifting her Sloane's late mother’s heirloom—she doesn't cry. Even as she lies bleeding after a hit-and-run, her emergency calls declined by her husband, Sloane plots. He forgot one detail: she’s the sole heiress to the Kensington Trust. Now, she's pulling the ground lease on his empire.

For ten years, Clara Vance ghost-created every blockbuster fragrance for Thorne Empire while raising her orphaned sister, Mia. She hid her burn scars and let her fiancé, Julian, take the spotlight. But when Julian brings home a glamorous heiress to be the new 'face' of the company, Clara watches her world crumble. Mia calls the heiress her new role model, and Julian demotes Clara to a mere lab assistant. They think she is a dependent, damaged woman who will quietly accept her replacement. They don't know she secretly patented the ultimate formula under a pseudonym—and she's about to bankrupt them all.

Five years ago, Clara Vance made the ultimate sacrifice, taking the fall for a crime to save the boy she loved. Sent to a brutal underground prison, she endured unspeakable horrors while Silas Thorne was led to believe she had sold him out for a millionaire's ring. Now, Silas is the ruthless king of the city's underworld, and Clara is just a broken night-shift cleaner desperately trying to stay hidden. When a cruel twist of fate brings them face-to-face, Silas traps her in a web of vengeful torment. He wants to break the girl who broke his heart—but he doesn't know she's already shattered, and the truth will bring the city's most dangerous man to his knees.

I died in a freezing river while my husband, Julian, rescued his childhood sweetheart. Miraculously, I woke up three years in the past, right before the catastrophic charity gala earthquake. But Julian had regressed too. Given a second chance, he still chose to abandon me, leaving my hands to be crushed under a marble pillar. He thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum when I demand a divorce, oblivious that my career as a violin prodigy is dead. As he forces me to hand over my prized violin to comfort his 'traumatized' friend, I secretly finalize my exit. By the time he realizes what he shattered, I'll be long gone.

She is a legendary divorce lawyer—sharp, breathtaking, and commanding, striding into court in a sleek black suit and military-style trench coat. They call her the Queen, a title earned through absolute strength. How does a woman transform into a Queen? She must traverse the trials of naive youth, shattered dreams, cruel deceptions, harsh awakenings, fierce ambition, and ultimate self-actualization. Romance is an illusion today, hell tomorrow, and perhaps paradise the day after, but most people perish in tomorrow's fire. Want to know how to reach paradise? Simply raise an eyebrow and become a Queen!