Hazel Edgard had loved Ethan Jackson for as long as she could remember. Marrying him had been her most precious dream, her sweetest desire. She had imagined countless beautiful moments after their wedding, but the happily-ever-after she longed for never came. Instead, she was met with Ethan’s cold, distant gaze—reserved only for her—while his warmth and tenderness were freely given to her stepsister, Ivy. They never even tried to hide it, flaunting their affection before her eyes, each moment piercing Hazel’s heart like a blade. All she had ever asked for was a little love, yet all she received was pain, misunderstandings, and a cruel, unrequited marriage. Just when her hope was nearly extinguished, a flicker of light appeared within her—a reason to live, something worth fighting for. “Ethan… I’m pregnant,” Hazel whispered, her voice trembling with hope, praying for the smile he once gave Ivy. But her hope was shattered. “I don’t love you. I never will. Abort that bastard,” Ethan’s voice was colder than ice, each word slicing through her chest like an arrow. Her body swayed under the weight of his rejection, but she steadied herself, pressing against the pain in her heart. “An abortion could cost me my life. Would you really watch me die?” she asked, her lips trembling, reminding him of her fragile health. His answer destroyed the last fragile chain she had clung to. “I’m willing to watch you disappear from my life.” The words struck her like thunder. She had braced herself for cruelty, yet her heart still couldn’t bear it. “Do you hate me that much?” Hazel whispered, barely able to breathe as she stared at the man she had given everything to. All she had sacrificed went unnoticed, all her devotion credited to Ivy. And in the end, it was Ivy Edgard who drove Hazel to her death. At least, that’s what she thought—until she woke in a hospital bed, under the care of Aiden Golding, a brilliant surgeon who pulled her back from the edge of darkness. For her son, Raphael, and for herself, Hazel found a new reason to live. But unexpectedly, Aiden also became a light in her life, even though he carried his own secrets. “Don’t you feel disgusted by me?” Aiden once asked her. “Not at all,” Hazel replied softly, truthfully. He was her savior—how could she ever feel disgust? Aiden smiled, but there was something darker behind it, something he kept hidden. He would wait. Years later, Ethan appeared before her once more. Five years had passed. Though Hazel’s heart still trembled at the sight of him, she buried her lingering feelings and dealt ruthlessly with her toxic sister, Ivy. She had expected nothing but conflict with Ethan—but what she didn’t expect was the sudden change in his voice. “I admit it, Hazel… everything was my fault.” For a moment, Hazel froze, unable to process his words. But before she could respond, a small hand tugged at her own. “Mummy, are you going to forgive Daddy? … But then, what about Aiden?” Hazel looked down at her son, Raphael. His innocent question struck deeper than any wound. A complicated expression crossed her face, as her heart wavered between the past that betrayed her and the light that had saved her.

Her life became messy after being knocked down by a car, a wave of memories surged up. Her current self had a three year old son and a junior sister to care for. However, life became even messier when she recalls she was a married woman. Zain Justice walks in front of her, reminding her she had been married to him for three years. Just a few days after their marriage, an unfortunate accident seperated them. Despite her half recovered memory ,she was comfortable with her current life, a life without a rich but treacherouse family. As for her husband, she would rather keep her distance from him.

Lucy stood in front of the famouse Austin Kinston whom she had never met before but had heard alot about. She gazed at him with nothing more but scrutiny and curiousity, as if to ascertain that familiar image his sister, Jane Kinston had portrayed over their shorterm friendship. Stretching out her hand she politely introduce herself. "Hello Mr Kingston, I am Lucy Grey." Taking her slender hands into his, Austin responded with a nod and an expressionless face. Her hand shake was firm, while she emitted a faint apple milk fragrance. They had nothing in common, but because of Jane Kingston and their similar debt towards Jane Kingston who left behind her a lot unsolved mysteries and the little treasure, they both stayed connected to adventures and challenges.

"I'm only interested in gaining fame?" Louisa said resolutely without a change of expression. Only by gaining fame could she finally obtain her revenge. "What a coincidence, me too." The sinister tone repeated with a seductive smile, his bright beautiful eyes were captivating like no other. She had to admit that the person in front of her had been grately favoured by God. However, he seemed to be shrouded by a dark aura, it wouldn't be an understatement to say he was 'Hades' in person. However, no matter how dark and scary he was, she wasn't scared "Why don't we coorperate, or...are you scared ?" They seemed to have been schemes by fate and sealed through it, she wasn't scared. "Why not, isn't it good to coorperate?"

'I don't believe in love or trust.' Auriane White looked fiercely at the people who should have been her family and sneered. After walking through the gate of hades, she knew that she was never to trust any member of the White. In her past life she was pulled into the abyss because of Angel White. She lost her only family and suffered in the hands of Angel. But in this new life she would change everything. She didn't come back for revenge, but if anyone dared mess with her, then she won't spare them. "Mess with me and you'll find the difference between hello kitty and the evil fox."

"Why aren't women allowed to work, it's so unfair, I want to join the army, but I can't, because I'm a woman, why?" Lacy who had been immersed in a book turned to look at her second sister who looked aggrieved, then she thought of her question. 'Why.' Because they lived in a patriarchial society where men ruled over women and woman's greatest job was giving birth and taking care of her family. A woman's value was determined towards her ability to give birth and confirmed through the number of mâle children she could produce. At the age of eighteen, a girl was sent to get married and achieve what was expected of her. She wasn't worried about that aspect, from birth she had always been weak and deemed a useless beauty in the eyes of others. Others said she wouldn't achieve anything, but she didn't follow women's patriarchial belief, she believed she would achieve great things and shake off that old belief.