Three years into my relationship with Caspian, I remained nothing more than a stranger in his eyes. He could remember the entire world, yet he could never remember me. When flash floods suddenly struck the mountains, I couldn't shake my worry for the artifacts awaiting restoration in his private gallery, so I braved the rain and headed into the hills. I pushed through the panicked crowds to reach his side, only to have him say coldly in front of all his subordinates, "I don't know this woman." In the end, I came down with a high fever from the rain and spent the night in the emergency room with only my assistant by my side. That same evening, Caspian attended a post-crisis reception, raising his glass with perfect composure. "How fortunate that everyone is safe and no one was injured." From start to finish, he never once thought of me lying in that hospital bed. After that, I wore only plain-colored dresses year-round, kept my hair long and unchanging, and used the same cool fragrance every day, all in the hope that Caspian might recognize me. Yet every time we met, his gaze remained utterly unfamiliar, as though he were looking at a complete stranger who had nothing to do with him. I thought this was heaven's punishment for me. But on the day I flew abroad to celebrate his birthday, I watched him part the crowded throng and pull a girl into his arms with absolute certainty. It turned out he couldn't remember my face simply because I wasn't the one he loved. If that was the case, then from now on, across the vast sea of people, there was no need for us to meet again.

My twin sister and I looked exactly alike, but our personalities couldn't have been more different.   She was gentle and kind. She couldn't even bring herself to hurt a stray cat on the roadside.   I was ruthless. I made sure anyone who crossed me wished they were dead.   On the night of our coming-of-age celebration, our family had to choose one of us to take over its arms-smuggling operation.   The family had already gone legitimate, so to keep the family completely insulated from the arms-smuggling operation, whoever took it over had to become officially "dead" and cut every visible tie to the family.   Smuggling was dangerous and bloody. I refused to let my sister get involved in any of it, so I had to be the one who "died."   My family staged a car crash and made sure I disappeared without a trace.   Before I left, I made only three demands.   First, the bodyguard unit the family had trained had to be handed over to my sister.   Second, whoever she married had to come from a family of comparable standing.   Third, if anyone ever hurt her, I had to be told.   My family agreed to everything without hesitation.   They promised that if I took this mess off their hands, they would find my sister an arranged marriage partner from a family just as powerful as ours.   I thought that if I took on all of the family's dirty work myself, my sister would be free to find someone who loved her and live without fear for the rest of her life.   3 years later, an excruciating pain ripped me out of sleep.   I knew something had happened to her.   I had a false identity prepared overnight and rushed home, only to discover that my sister was gone.   A bride and groom I didn't recognize were getting married at the Mitchell estate.   My parents sat among the guests, smiling from ear to ear.   Apparently, 3 years had been long enough to make them forget.   Without my sister there to hold me back, I was nothing but a bloodthirsty demon.

Jaxsen Grant's beloved first love had barely touched down in the country when she was snatched by kidnappers. In the ransom video, the thugs didn't just demand thirty million yuan in cash; they specifically ordered me to come in exchange for the hostage. I pointed at myself, totally confused. What could a bunch of human kidnappers possibly want with a vampire like me? Before I could figure it out, Jaxsen spoke up, his voice thick with agony. "I'm sorry, Yeya. I can't let anything happen to Ziya." One second later, he had his men knock me out cold and dump me in a car bound for the exchange site. When I came to, I was in the clutches of a crew of vicious, scowling kidnappers. I watched helplessly as Jaxsen turned and walked away, the unconscious Ziya curled in his arms. As soon as they vanished from sight, the lead kidnapper set up a camera, started yanking down his pants, and sauntered right over to me. I glanced left and right, casual as could be. "Jaxsen and the others are all gone?" The kidnapper leader bared his teeth in a cruel, twisted grin. "Every last one of 'em, Yeya. You should've thought twice before crossing someone you don't mess with." I stared at his gross, leering gaze and curled the corner of my mouth into a cold little smile. "Good. I'm glad they're gone."

In the fifth year of our marriage, my husband, Julian Sterling, had so many mistresses outside that they alone could fill two banquet tables. The reason I remained completely unfazed was because every time he grew close to another woman, he would give me a generous compensation. When he flirted and played around with an internet celebrity, he gifted me jewelry worth tens of millions. When he allowed the young assistant by his side to gradually get closer to him, he immediately transferred a villa worth hundreds of millions to my name. He arrogantly believed that he could use these material possessions to fill the cracks in our relationship. He thought that by piling up money and luxury, he could erase all my pain, my unwillingness to accept this, and the deep disappointment buried in my heart. Until I was more than seven months pregnant. The devastating news arrived—my mother had died in a car accident. Because I was overwhelmed by grief and emotional turmoil, I lost the baby I was carrying. I suffered massive bleeding and remained unconscious for three days. After finally struggling back from the gates of death, I was barely able to return to the villa with the help of the servants, my entire body weak and powerless. But the moment I stepped into the living room, I froze. Julian was there. He was gently holding a baby in his arms. Standing beside him was Serena Monroe, her face filled with shy happiness. The moment our eyes met, a trace of panic flashed through Julian's eyes. But he quickly regained his composure. He walked toward me quickly and handed me a black card. "Claire, focus on resting and recovering. Buy whatever you want. Anything you want, you can have." I raised my hand and violently knocked the black card to the floor. A faint smile appeared on my lips. "Julian Sterling, I don't want any compensation from you." I raised my trembling fingertip and pointed directly at the sleeping child in his arms. "I only want this child."