NO NICE

"She shattered his $400,000 Bentley window with a motorcycle helmet to save a dying stranger. He publicly declared no charges would be pressed—then tracked her down to claim his debt in person." Astrid Sterling thought she was dealing with an arrogant billionaire who held a petty grudge. What she didn’t know was that she was suffering from a rare, silent memory disorder. Her mind had rewound seven years into the past—back to when she was nineteen, back before she ever laid eyes on Alexander Vance. She had forgotten their painful breakup. She had forgotten the bitter five years apart. And most of all, she had forgotten that across those five long years, Alexander had boarded a flight to Milan twenty-seven times—crossing eight thousand miles of stormy skies over and over, just to breathe the same air as the woman who broke his heart. When Astrid wakes up seeing him as a complete stranger, Alexander makes a ruthless, desperate gamble. Instead of reminding her of the pain that tore them apart, he erases the five-year split entirely. He rewrites their history, stepping into her life not as a discarded ex, but as the lover she never left. Sitting by her hospital bed, he tells her a story: of a fearless nineteen-year-old girl who once rode a motorcycle two hundred miles through a midnight blizzard to drag him out of a mangled car crash, saving his leg and his life. Moved to tears, Astrid looks into his red-rimmed eyes and whispers, "Your girlfriend must have loved you so much." Her words shatter the cold, untouchable billionaire. Choking back a sob, Alexander pulls her against his chest: "Yeah... You loved me so d*mn much." Her amnesia was silent, but his love was deafening.

Winnie Vance worked herself to death at her corporate job. So when she transmigrated into a romance novel as a submissive, tragic doormat forced to marry into the ultra-wealthy Clifford family, she made a firm, immediate decision: Absolutely not. She didn't survive a past-life heart attack just to play the victim in a toxic family drama. This time, she wasn't going to be nice. She was going to choose absolute, unfiltered chaos. When her arrogant new uncle sneers at her, Winnie doesn't argue. She just quietly hangs herself in effigy on his bedroom door overnight, giving him a near-fatal panic attack. When her bratty teen brother-in-law calls her a gold-digger at the family dinner, Winnie breaks down sobbing—then pulls a flawless backflip, kicks him over, flips the entire banquet table, and runs screaming around the mansion. And her aloof, billionaire husband, Clement Clifford? Winnie sends him a sweet text across the ocean: “Hey honey, hope you're doing great in Canada! Are your bowel movements regular?” Everyone in the Clifford family is convinced Winnie has completely lost her mind. They beg Clement to come home and deal with his unhinged wife. But when Clement finally rushes back, he opens the door to find Winnie happily slithering across the living room floor like a giant worm. And the worst part? He thinks it’s kind of… cute.