

Willa grows up oppressed in the Lynch family and is married off to Charles, head of the Lawson family. After three loveless years,Sharon appears, revealing Willa is a fake heiress. Forced to divorce in a month, Willa embraces freedom, only for Charles to fall for the real her.
![[ENG DUB] The Truth Waited at the Altar](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Willa discovers her fiancé Miles cheating with Sarah and their plot to ruin her on their wedding day. Heartbroken and pregnant, she uncovers Miles' hidden motives and gathers evidence. At the wedding, she exposes the truth. Losing her child, Willa meets Jason, finding love and a new life under his protection.

Cursed interstellar marshal Leonard, who bears deadly alien Corruption after saving a young royal girl in his youth, meets Vera, an amnesiac lost royal heir and his only perfect match; trapped by a fatal fate that their union will cost her life, they overcome jealous schemes and a full-scale alien invasion to break the interstellar curse and find true love.

Attending the ten-year high school reunion for the cheerleading squad and football team, I arrived in an old domestic Ford, while the parking lot was filled with Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maybachs, and even a gold Bugatti. It was as if I were the only relic from another era. The moment I stepped out of my car, a former classmate, whose name I could no longer remember, looked at me with a sneer. “Well, if it isn’t the coach’s pet. How is it that after all these years, you’re still driving this beat-up old Ford?” “This thing looks like it belongs in a scrapyard from the last century!” During dinner, everyone gathered around the Bugatti owner, raising their glasses in celebration, while I was left ignored at the side. Only the cheerleading assistant sat next to me, raising a glass in my direction with a comforting smile. “Don’t let it get to you. Your car may be old, but I believe you’ll be driving a luxury car one day.” I let a small smirk curl at the corner of my lips and lowered my voice. “This car may look unimpressive, but it’s been fully upgraded with a carbon fiber body. It’s already worth over half a million dollars. Too bad, none of you even recognized its true value.”

Lydia’s lifelong dream is to become a pastry chef and make lives sweeter with her desserts - yet her own life is full of bitterness and suffering. Things change when the billionaire Scott shows up, and with a little white lie, changes Lydia’s fate. Lydia has no idea it all started with her kindness five years ago…

At our engagement party, my fiancé, James Pierce, and my best friend, Rachel Bellini, slipped into Italian again. Years ago, the two of them had gone off to college in Milan together, leaving me to study alone in America. Right before our engagement speeches, James leaned close to Rachel's ear and murmured in low, husky Italian, "If you were the one standing here beside me today, I'd be so much happier." I turned to stare at him in disbelief, every ounce of joy draining out of me in an instant. But James just smiled at me, all innocence, and switched to English. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Nerves getting to you?" I had lost count of how many times James and Rachel had talked in Italian right in front of my face. At dinner, they critiqued the dishes in Italian. At the movies, they joked about the plot in Italian. Over afternoon tea, they traded old stories and private jokes in Italian, things only the two of them understood. I had protested. We had even fought about it. But James would only say impatiently, "Isabella, this is how we lived for four years of college. Can you stop making a scene over nothing? If you can't understand Italian, go learn it yourself!" Rachel glanced at me, smothered a laugh, and went on in Italian, "Look at that shocked little face. She clearly has no idea how hard you went at it with me the night before your engagement party." James answered with utter contempt and absolute certainty. "So what if she found out? You think she could survive without me?" The note card with my speech slipped from my fingers and landed without a sound, but the weight of it hit me like a blow to the chest. They had no idea. My father is Italian. I was born in Italy. After my parents divorced, I moved to America with my mother, Eleanor Bennett, when I was ten. I understood every word they said in Italian.

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

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.

Ten years ago, Alexander, heir to the Walker Group, became convinced that his high school sweetheart, Elena, had pushed his mother, Evelyn, down the stairs and left her in a vegetative state. From that moment on, he personally destroyed Elena’s life: her father died under false accusations, her education was ruined, she spent three years in prison, and she even lost the hearing in her left ear. No one knew that Elena had already been diagnosed with stomach cancer. She endured everything for one reason—to see her younger sister, Amy, one last time before she died. But in the end, she learned that Amy had also died because of Sophia’s schemes. Devastated, Elena was abandoned by Alexander in an impoverished neighborhood and disappeared from his life. Three years later, Evelyn suddenly wakes up and personally confirms that Elena never harmed her. Following the truth, Alexander begins investigating and discovers that the surveillance footage had been tampered with by his father, Richard, and that the tragedies suffered by Elena’s family over the years were all connected to the Walker family. Overwhelmed by guilt, Alexander desperately searches for Elena, only to discover that she is still alive—and has already married Noah, the man who once saved her. But Elena’s cancer worsens again, leaving her only three months to live. Alexander begins clearing the names of Elena and her family, investigates the truth behind Amy’s death, and completely turns against his father, yet Elena still refuses to forgive him. In the end, he finally learns to respect Elena’s choice and lets her return to Noah. Elena spends her final days peacefully beside the man she loves, while Alexander is left to live the rest of his life with regret that can never be undone.
![[ENG DUB] The Comments Said He Loved Me](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
I have a secret: I can see live comments! After scrolling past a video of a muscular man, my husband kicks me out of the car on the highway. The comments say "He's jealous! He totally loves you!" and "He just has that cold CEO syndrome". But when I'm badly injured in an accident, he allows his first love to spill hot soup at me,push me down the stairs, destroy my belongings,and be intimate with him countless times, and the comments are still celebrating. "Aloof now, chase later!" What they don't know is that from the first moment my heart turned cold, I've been calmly planning my escape. I hand him divorce papers and disappear completely, then remarry someone far above his station. No matter how he weeps in regret, I never look back.