

Raised in a single-parent home, Lena Jepsen longs for a complete family and works hard to build one with Chad Turner. When her mother needs urgent treatment, he abandons her, squanders their savings, and demands that they split responsibilities. Lena has no choice but to agree in despair and shoulder everything. When she is pushed too far, she finally divorces Chad. He thinks he can claim compensation from Lena, but things don’t quite turn out as he expects.

On their 20th wedding anniversary, James Wrighy's wife and son fly overseas to celebrate her first love's birthday. When they are kidnapped, he brings the ransom but is forced to stay behind as a hostage so the other man can go free. After waiting three years for rescue, he returns home to find his son calling another man "Dad" and his wife accepting his mistreatment. Heartbroken, he finally walks away, leaving them full of regret.

On their 20th wedding anniversary, James Wrighy's wife and son fly overseas to celebrate her first love's birthday. When they are kidnapped, he brings the ransom but is forced to stay behind as a hostage so the other man can go free. After waiting three years for rescue, he returns home to find his son calling another man "Dad" and his wife accepting his mistreatment. Heartbroken, he finally walks away, leaving them full of regret.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

"Why does your son look so much like me?" Upon hearing this question, Holly Shaw fell silent. Five years ago, her parents divorced, and her callous father expelled her from their home. In order to pay for her mother's medical treatment, she agreed to substitute for another girl's companionship that night. Now, five years later, she returns with two adorable children, determined to reclaim what is rightfully hers. Little does she expect to once again encounter the man from that fateful night—Allen Carter.

Holly Jepsen was killed by her own father and stepmother, only to be reborn as her childhood self—with the knowledge of the suffering her mother endured for years. Without hesitation, Holly pulls her mother out of her father's twisted manipulation, rewriting destiny to protect her loved one and bring torment to those who deserve it.

Because of a misunderstanding, Athena White leaves her boyfriend despite being pregnant. Six years later, she returns from abroad, and her three children encounter Caleb Parker at the airport, who is there to pick someone up. At this moment, her eldest child blurts out a question without much thought, asking, "What is Daddy doing here?"

Cast out by his father and dumped by his fiancée, worthless Kurt unlocks the Mech Assimilation System, forging scrapped mechs into his own godlike strength. After saving humanity, he vanished into a cosmic rift. Three years later, heavy footsteps pause outside his family door...

I'd been married to my lawyer husband for eight years. In all that time, he never once acknowledged me as his wife in public. He wouldn't even let our daughter call him "Dad." Again and again, he missed out on her childhood because of his childhood sweetheart. Even when she hurt our daughter, he still forgave her. I was worn out and empty. So I decided to leave. I took our daughter and vanished from his world. But he refused the divorce. He started searching for us like a madman, turning the whole world upside down. Only this time, neither my daughter nor I will be looking back.