

Port Salem is ruled by the mafia, but above the mafia stand the Gifted—and the Moreau family are their kings. Vera Moreau, the family's only daughter, married a genteel neighborhood doctor three years ago and tried to live as an ordinary wife. When her sister-in-law is poisoned and her husband's leg is broken, she calls her semi-retired parents out of the shadows and destroys the upstart Santoro family in a single night. As he recovers, Vera learns her husband is no ordinary man: he is Adrian Valentine, the last survivor of the underworld dynasty that Don Marchetti massacred fifteen years ago—and everything that happened was Marchetti's trap to force him into the open. When Marchetti takes a hostage and sets a deadly banquet, Adrian rises from his wheelchair, awakens his bloodline power, and takes his revenge. In the end, Adrian refuses the Don's throne and returns to his clinic. Vera is expecting a child, and the two families share afternoon tea in the garden. To Port Salem, the Moreaus are gods and nightmares; to Vera, they are home.

Three days before my due date, my husband came home and told me he was marrying Bianca Voss. “Her baby is due any day now,” Luca said. “If I marry her, I get the Don’s seat.” I stood there carrying his child and asked, “So you want me to spend the rest of my life as your hidden mistress?” He promised me doctors, guards, money, and a guarded house outside Chicago. He said I would still be his wife in private, as long as I never appeared in front of Bianca. When I refused, he looked at me with pity, as if I was too ordinary to understand the world he truly came from. He thought I was just Aria, the quiet woman who grew tomatoes by the lake. He had no idea I was Aria Castellano, the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I looked at him and whispered, “What if I told you Bianca’s family was nothing compared to mine?”

Framed by his girlfriend, Adrian Hale loses everything—his family fortune, company, mansion, and freedom. But inside White Mountain Prison, fate changes when the mysterious Hall Master of Dragoncrest Hall chooses him as his successor. Armed with unrivaled power, Adrian walks out of prison with one goal: make every traitor who betrayed him pay the price.

Addison Rowe is the true heiress who is reunited with her family 12 years ago. Upon her return, Addison falls in love with Jensen Lott at first sight and eagerly pursues him. However, Jensen looks down on Addison for her country origins and rejects her advances.

Giovanna has been married to Milo, the mafia boss, for five years. Five months into her pregnancy, she overhears Milo ordering her kidneys to be removed for his long-lost beloved Bella. She also hears her mother Sophia confess that Bella is her biological daughter. All seven of Giovanna’s children were killed by Milo himself, and her eggs were stolen.Giovanna pretends to be obedient while secretly gathering three audio recordings and booking a flight for his birthday. After Bella moves into the estate, she provokes Giovanna repeatedly. Milo and Sophia take Bella’s side in everything. When Giovanna falls ill with an infection, she is banished to the attic. Bella yanks out her urinary catheter to frame her, and Sophia slaps her, forcing her to kneel.At the birthday banquet, Giovanna projects the audio recordings onto the large screen. The crowd is stunned as Milo’s order to harvest her kidneys, Sophia’s confession about their blood ties, and Bella’s own voice admitting to the whole conspiracy play out for everyone to hear.

Betrayed by her maid, true heiress Sloane loses her memory and becomes a butcher girl. Fate brings her to Dante, a mafia heir fleeing an arranged marriage. They marry by contract, never knowing his fiancée is the impostor who took Sloane’s place. With Dante’s help, Sloane reclaims her memory, her name, and her family.

In her past life, spitfire Veronica married a golden boy while her sweet sister got the ruthless Gunrunner Don. Both ended in tragedy. Reborn with a vengeance, Veronica swaps fiancés to enter the lethal underworld.Armed with razor-sharp wit and dangerous charm, she crushes her enemies, builds an empire, and tames the mafia king.

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to correct them. I was their real daughter too. But my parents would go pale and snap at me: "Chloe already struggles with insecurity. It's such a small thing—do you really have to push her over the edge?" Then came the day I got my acceptance letter from Stanford. A background investigator showed up at our door. "Ms. Kent, what is Kate's relationship to you?" My mother's voice was breezy. "Oh, she's just a foster child we took in." Right there, I froze. After the investigator left, I took matters into my own hands. I filed for independent status and booked a one-way ticket to California. Since they refused to claim me as their daughter, then in seven days, I'd stop being the extra person in their house.

Justin Lind, an unambitious orphan, has opted for an ordinary life. Despite ridicule from those around him, he remains steadfast in his choice, refusing to take action. However, everything changes when his beloved wife, Roxy Young, ejects him from their home and files for divorce. In the three years since, Justin has embarked on a completely new journey.

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.