

After college, Daniel moves to New York and shares an apartment with Charlotte, the high-school senior he has secretly loved for years. Charlotte is a fashion influencer whose photographer boyfriend, James, seems devoted — but whenever she blacks out drunk, he photographs her and sells the images, sorted and priced, on adult sites and encrypted forums, even taking paid custom orders. Daniel stumbles on the truth, only to be framed by James with staged photos as a "molester" — and Charlotte, heartbroken, believes her boyfriend. Daniel moves out in despair, yet zooming into James's smug couple photos, he reads the plea in Charlotte's eyes and keeps digging in the shadows. Night after night he screenshots proof: James charging money, taking orders, publishing and deleting. He also discovers James plans to bring a stranger home to assault her. Charlotte, finally awakened, joins Daniel's trap: she plays drunk, James brings his buyer over, Daniel kicks the door down, and a hidden iPad records everything. James is arrested and ruined; Daniel finally confesses his years-long love — and the two end up together.

Clara is the biological daughter of her family, but her parents and brothers always blindly favored her adoptive sister, Emily. After years of torment, Emily finally murdered Clara at the age of 24… but now, Clara has the chance to be 19 again. In this life, Clara vows to never again be victimized by bullies. Though her brothers find out the truth from Clara’s diary, which plunges them into regret, it’s too late - Clara’s long past forgiveness.

After being betrayed and killed by her fiancé Marcus and stepsister, Athena is reborn on the day she must choose her future husband. Instead of picking Marcus she shocks everyone by choosing his mafia uncle—the man she’s always called Uncle Alex. As her ex is slapped with the truth and their forbidden desire ignites, is this her sweetest revenge… or her most dangerous temptation?

I have never been good at pretending not to notice when someone is manipulating me. When I was fourteen, a girl in my math class slipped a cheat sheet onto my desk as the teacher walked down our row. “Hold this for me,” she whispered. “Just until the test is over.” She expected me to hide it. Instead, I raised my hand. “Ms. Carter, Jenna put her cheat sheet on my desk and asked me to keep it for her.” No one at school ever asked me to “hold” something for them again. Then Lorenzo Moretti, Don of one of New York’s oldest families, found me and told me I was the daughter he’d lost twenty-five years ago. He held a dinner to introduce me to the family. Before I arrived, Sofia—the daughter they had raised—hid my place card and took the seat between my parents. “I’ve sat here for twenty-one years,” she said sweetly. “You don’t mind, do you?” Everyone expected me to smile, sit somewhere else, and prove I wasn’t a threat. I put my place card back on the table. “If this seat means nothing, why did you need mine?” Sofia cried. My mother rushed to comfort her, my three brothers followed her out, and my father lectured me about keeping the peace. It wasn’t the first time. They had missed three of my birthdays for Sofia, given her the bracelet engraved with my name, and turned the rooms promised to me into her private studio. Every broken promise came with a reasonable excuse, but every excuse ended the same way: Sofia came first, and I was expected to understand. They all believed I would tolerate anything for the Moretti name, their money, and their protection. The next morning, they abandoned me at the courthouse during my name-change appointment because Sofia claimed she couldn’t breathe. So I withdrew the petition, kept the name my adoptive mother gave me, and moved out with one suitcase. But after I left, why did every one of them regret it?

Liliana had been falling for her online lover, "Rex," for three months—until she discovered a shocking secret. The cufflinks he wore carried the crest of the Falcone Mafia family, the very organization she worked for.Convinced that Rex was Marco, her powerful boss, Liliana was devastated. Worse, Marco was already engaged. Feeling betrayed, she ended their relationship and blocked him completely.But the truth was far more dangerous. Rex was none other than Alessandro, the ruthless godfather of the Falcone family. He had recognized her from the birthmark on her collarbone long ago and secretly arranged everything to get closer to her.When the truth finally came out, Liliana realized she could never escape—not only from this dangerous man, but also from the intense love he had been hiding all along.

Marco, an appliance dealer who rose from the bottom, returned to his old apartment building and paid out of his own pocket to install air conditioners for every household, as a way of repaying the kindness he had received years ago. However, his neighbor Marina took the lead in filing claims under various pretexts and engaging in moral blackmail. Without arguing, Marco dismantled all the air conditioners overnight and took them away. When the scorching heat arrived, the old building suffered terribly, while the new building across the street remained cool and orderly. After enduring heatstroke, shortages, and failed extortion attempts, the neighbors finally broke down and had no choice but to turn to Marco for help. Marco presented them with a business contract and insisted that things be done according to the rules. In the end, the neighbors paid to have the units reinstalled—except for Anna, the only one who had stayed clear-headed back then, and who received Marco's free, special care.

Mike Logan works tirelessly to sell apples for the people of Taxton Village, traveling far and wide to find buyers while drinking excessively, to the point of suffering from stomach bleeding. Despite paying high security deposits, he's falsely accused of taking kickbacks and being a dishonest businessman. When the villagers discover that Mike has been making a profit from price differences, they storm his house, beat his parents, and seize their money.

Though Lisa's unfaithful husband conspired with his mistress to murder her, she managed to survive the attack. All the while, unbeknownst to them, Lisa is actually the sole daughter of the world's richest man. Quietly, Lisa hatches a plan to make them pay.

Just as I was on the verge of miscarriage from a fall, my husband—New York's most powerful Don—was throwing a lavish birthday gala for his childhood sweetheart, Camilla. I called, begging for help, but he dismissed it as a cheap stunt and coldly hung up. As his wife, I bore the honor of being the Donna—yet no one knew I couldn't even scrape together a thousand dollars. All because, to "train" me into a proper Donna, he had handed total control of my life and finances straight to Camilla. Desperate, I begged anyone who would listen. But by the time I finally scraped the money together, my baby's heartbeat stopped forever. After waking up in that hospital bed, I dragged myself back to his penthouse to pack my bags. That was when I stumbled upon the auction receipt for Camilla's birthday gift. A ten-million-dollar mansion in Beverly Hills, plus endless custom jewelry. Just then, his deep, raspy voice drifted from the study next door. He was on a call with his underbosses. "Boss, was Scarlett really at the hospital begging you for a grand?" Cassius scoffed. "Scarlett is my Donna. She has my men guarding her 24/7. How could anything possibly happen to her? She's just pulling a cheap stunt for attention. Camilla is right. I've spoiled Scarlett too much lately. If Camilla isn't strict with her, how is an orphan going to earn the Famiglia's respect? She'll understand my good intentions later." Tears slipped down my face. Fuck his rules. Fuck his Donna. The second the doctor called my baby's time of death, I decided I was out of his life—never to return.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.