Ruby Lane was widowed young and raised her daughter Rose Lim alone, later choosing Jack Lake as her son-in-law. On the night before All Souls' Day, Rose Lim rushed out to meet her first love, William Schuman, forgetting to turn off the stove and causing a house fire. While Ruby Lane tried to save the home, Rose Lim stayed out all night playing mahjong with William Schuman, believing Jack Lake was lying to her. Disappointed, Ruby Lane left her inheritance to Jack Lake instead. On her deathbed, their daughter Susan begged for a story, but Rose Lim blocked Jack's calls. Later, Rose Lim realized her mistakes—snatching a child's picture book in the street, frantically...

Racing prodigy Elena gave up her career for love and family, only to be betrayed by her husband and son. She came up to her senses, divorced him, and with the help of...

Your decisions shape the fate of justice in this gripping tale of vengeance, sacrifice, and redemption. When a mother's quest for truth collides with a father's guilt, the line between right and wrong blurs beyond repair. Now, the same system that destroyed one innocent life holds the power to condemn another.

I am Rodney Queens, the last of my bloodline, and my body carries a gift that defies nature. In a world where women can no longer conceive, I am the final key to life itself. Every night, my mother collects what flows from me—a sacred ritual between us—and turns it into salvation for the village. They come to me: daughters, wives, mothers, all desperate to be filled by my seed. I don’t judge. I serve. But as the demand grows, so does the weight on my soul. This is not just about fertility. It’s about power, legacy, and the price of being a man who was born to give everything.

Your father died in shame, falsely accused of theft and beaten to death. Your mother barely survived the same conspiracy. Now, as the only son of Parvati, you carry the weight of his final wish: to clear his name. But when you save the life of Reshma—the daughter of one of the men who destroyed your family—love twists through the pain. The snake your father raised watches, waits, and remembers. Your decisions shape the path of vengeance and redemption.

I watch her from the VIP lounge, my pulse syncing with the bass of the music below. Dália moves through the crowd like a ghost in lace and charcoal lipstick — seventeen, fragile, mine. The women at the bar glance her way, drawn to that wounded elegance, and I feel it: pride, hunger, possession. She doesn’t know yet what I’ve planned for her. What I need from her. But she’ll obey. She always does. This isn’t just about desire. It’s about legacy. About power. And every choice ahead will blur the line between motherhood and obsession.