

I went to pick up my older brother who was out at a gathering. That was when I overheard him ask Nathan, "Haven't you been dating someone? It's been so long, and I still haven't met her." I suddenly tensed up. Nathan and I had been together for three years, but we had always kept it a secret, so no one knew. Nathan replied lazily, "She's not my girlfriend, just a pastime. It's not like I plan to marry her." I clenched my fists and pushed the door open without hesitation.

Rosy Lewis, a gold digger with a heart full of ambition, had meticulously plotted her way into Southville's most prestigious family, the Hobsons, ready to ascend to a life of luxury and power. But on the very day of her grand wedding, disaster struck. After hearing rumors of her fiancé's infidelity, she stormed in with a group of her closest allies, ready to confront the supposed mistress. In a shocking twist, Rosy mistakenly accused her fiancé's mother of being the other woman, setting off a scandal that shattered her carefully crafted dream of becoming the distinguished bride of a powerful family.

On her birthday, Elena Swift accidentally found out that her husband was not crippled, but actually from a wealthy family, and he was welcoming another girl back to the country. The explanation he gave Elana was that he wanted to test if she was a gold-digger. While Ethan was waiting for Elena to come back, she was already planning to divorce him. Meanwhile, Clarence Fowler, the richest man in the country, requested her to marry him, because she happened to be able to ease his pain from touch starvation.
![[ENG DUB] The Mist Between Our Graves](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
On her birthday, Elena Swift accidentally found out that her husband was not crippled, but actually from a wealthy family, and he was welcoming another girl back to the country. The explanation he gave Elana was that he wanted to test if she was a gold-digger. While Ethan was waiting for Elena to come back, she was already planning to divorce him. Meanwhile, Clarence Fowler, the richest man in the country, requested her to marry him, because she happened to be able to ease his pain from touch starvation.

Seven years ago, Shawn Lynn lost everything while Joanna Landry owned everything. Yet for love, Joanna gave up everything and eloped with Shawn. For that, she was mocked by all others, down and out. Seven years later, Shawn returned as a success, with power and wealth in his hands, deciding to make up for his love.

He is the supreme Grand Duke, a powerful leader with the world at his command. With his return to the South Valley, he has taken up the mantle of bodyguard to the gorgeous company President. Watch as he conjures miraculous wealth while stomping through all the nobodies that dare stand in his way. There's a new sheriff in town — let's see who gets the last laugh!
![[ENG DUB] Post Divorce, Master Ford's Remorse](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Calliope Simmons, a former wealthy Young Lady of the Simmons Corporation, turned destitute and poor as the family business was on the verge of bankruptcy. Devastated, her father landed in the hospital. To raise money for her father’s medical bills, Calliope was forced by her stepmother to marry Young Master Preston Ford, a wealthy heir turned vegetative as a result from a car accident. Her life became entwined into the Ford family’s turmoil.

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon. "To another year of freedom! Congratulations to our Underboss on reclaiming his bachelor status!" "The family betting pool is open! Place your bets on the left if you think they'll still get married, and on the right if you think it's over for good!" Through the hazy cigar smoke, I sat on the corner of a leather sofa, a cold observer, as if this whole farce had nothing to do with me. Dante's hand was curled around Scarlett's waist as he brushed past me, whispering, "Don't get any ideas. You'll always be my only Donna." "I'm a kite. No matter how far I fly, the string is always in your hand." I pressed my cold fingers against the gentle swell of my belly, my expression a blank mask. Dante, this time at the family's betting table, I'm putting my money on "the end." I'm going to vanish from your world completely. That kite string you're so proud of? Tonight, I'm cutting it myself.

When Lia catches her arrogant fiancé cheating on Christmas Eve, a steamy one-night stand with a dominant older stranger seems like the perfect revenge. But the next morning brings a terrifying revelation: the ruthless billionaire who handcuffed her to the bed and demanded her total submission is Silas Sterling—her cheating fiancé's father. Buried under her grandmother's crushing medical debts and caught in Silas's dark, possessive obsession, Lia is forced into a dangerous game of taboo seduction...

When I went to reissue my mate certificate, the Werewolf Affairs Division told me, "Your mate certificate is a forgery. We have no record of your registration." I stared at the clerk, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But Sam and I registered five years ago. That's impossible. Could you please check again?" The clerk gave me a look before double-checking the files. "We found Alpha Sam's record. But the registered mate… isn't you." My voice trembled. "Then who is Sam's legal mate?" The clerk didn't hesitate. "Lily." I gripped the back of the chair, white-knuckled, just to keep myself upright. Until the clerk had spoken that name, I'd still held on to hope. Maybe it was a clerical error. A mix-up. But of all people, it had to be Lily, Sam's childhood friend. And suddenly, everything started to make sense. In five years of being Sam's mate, he had never marked me. We'd only held a mating ceremony—no certificate, no legal bond. I had given up everything for that ceremony, poured all my hope and love into it, believing I was his, only to find the certificate was fake. The five years I'd thought were mine—our happiness—had all been a lie, crafted and upheld by appearances. If none of it was truly mine, then there's only one thing left for me to do. Leave.