Emily wakes up in a strange world, in the body of a woman she's never met-Lady Eleanor, the betrothed of Prince Alexander. The catch? Prince Alexander looks just like her own boyfriend, Alex. But Eleanor's life is far from a fairytale. After a failed suicide attempt, Eleanor is rescued by the very prince she was meant to marry, but ever since, she's been acting... strange. Emily, confused and desperate to return to her own life, is stuck navigating a world of royal drama, eccentric courtiers, and an undeniable attraction to the prince who is somehow both familiar and foreign. Torn between the possibility of staying in this bizarre new world or finding a way back home, Emily must figure out what's going on before she's trapped forever-and before her heart gets too tangled in the royal mess.
The push came out of nowhere. One moment, Emily felt the warmth of sunlight glinting off the waves; the next, cold water wrapped around her like a thousand heavy hands, pulling her down. Panic surged through her chest as she flailed, trying to kick to the surface. But her legs wouldn't move. She looked down, seeing a jagged stone gripping her ankle like a vise beneath the shifting waters.
Every instinct screamed at her to break free, but the stone was unyielding. Her lungs burned, her vision blurred, and she could feel the darkness pressing in on the edges of her mind. Just as her last bubble of air escaped, something-a shape-began cutting through the water toward her. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her upward.
Then everything went black.
A moment later, or maybe an eternity, Emily felt herself cradled on soft ground, a weightless sensation of warmth spreading over her as if the sun were drying her soaked body. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking away the haze. Above her was a face, one she knew as well as her own-Alex, her boyfriend. But... something was wrong.
"Alex..." she mumbled, her voice weak and shaky.
But Alex's face darkened, and his brows knitted into a stern expression she had never seen before. "I told you, don't call me that," he said, his voice oddly cold, yet somehow familiar. "My name is Alexander."
Emily's mind reeled. She tried to make sense of the world around her, and suddenly, she realized that the sky was not the vibrant blue she remembered, and the scent of the air was thicker, fragrant with spices and earth. She looked down at herself, feeling an unfamiliar fabric heavy on her skin-ornate, embroidered robes that seemed to shimmer in the light.
Her head spun. "What... what is going on?" she whispered, her voice sounding foreign even to her own ears. She looked at Alexander's face, searching for some sign of familiarity, some hint that would make sense of what was happening.
But all she found was a stranger's intensity in the eyes of the man she thought she knew. And as she tried to comprehend it all, the dizziness took over once more, and Emily felt herself falling back into darkness.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?