

To fulfill her grandpa's promise, Linda Bell spent six months incognito in the shadow of Scott Group, the corporate kingdom of her betrothed, Carey Scott.By day, an unassuming pawn; by night, the invisible hand steadying his failing empire with the silent might of her family's influence.She resurrected their IPO from ruin... yet her warnings fell on deaf ears.Blinded by his calculating assistant Elsie Walter, Carey scorned her every olive branch. Until the day she shed her disguise like a second skin and revealed the storm beneath.The boardroom fell silent. The heiress emerged.Then she vanished, leaving his stock prices in freefall.

Vivian, the bankrupt heiress, walks in on her fiancé and her best friend plotting to pull her father's ventilator plug at their engagement party. While fleeing, she falls into the arms of her fiancé's uncle—Alistair, the "Tyrant of Wall Street." He offers to save her father in exchange for a binding marriage contract. Vivian fights back: she gets her fiancé drunk and ruins his reputation, and sends her best friend to prison. But she mistakenly believes Alistair is the one who killed her mother, and teams up with foreign investors to short his conglomerate. When the truth comes to light—he is the boy who saved her from a fire ten years ago, his back bearing burns that never healed—the two powerhouses join forces. She takes control of the financial empire in the open, while he secretly deploys phantom funds to counterattack. The scumbag fiancé goes bankrupt, the best friend descends into madness, and the mastermind behind it all is left without access to medical care. At the pinnacle of their victory, he kneels and fastens a necklace around her ankle: "I am willing to be your prisoner." She lifts his chin with a smile: "We have been each other's captives all along."

We had been dating for ten years before my boyfriend, Shawn Jepson, agreed to marry me. When the wedding photographer asked us to pose a few kissing shots, Shawn claimed he had germophobia and walked out on me. I awkwardly apologized to the team. Taxis were a rare commodity during blizzards, so I trudged through the snow to get home. To my dismay, I stumbled upon Shawn tongue-deep into his crush’s throat in what was supposed to be our marital home. “Just say the word, Casey, and I’ll leave Jessica.” Later, word went around that Shawn searched the world for his ex-fiancee, begging her to return.
![[ENG DUB] The Engagement Ended, The Legend Began](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
To fulfill her grandpa's promise, Linda Bell spent six months incognito in the shadow of Scott Group, the corporate kingdom of her betrothed, Carey Scott.By day, an unassuming pawn; by night, the invisible hand steadying his failing empire with the silent might of her family's influence.She resurrected their IPO from ruin... yet her warnings fell on deaf ears.Blinded by his calculating assistant Elsie Walter, Carey scorned her every olive branch. Until the day she shed her disguise like a second skin and revealed the storm beneath.The boardroom fell silent. The heiress emerged.Then she vanished, leaving his stock prices in freefall.
![[ENG DUB] Engagement Mix-Up, Hearts Entwined](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
While abroad, Erin Bell rescues Nathan Finch, but a mishap leads them to spending a night together. Back in the country, Nathan returns to cancel his engagement—only to find his fiancée is Erin. Erin insists he honor the engagement to reclaim the company. Unaware of each other’s true identities, they keep missing each other, until the truth comes out and love finally wins.

While abroad, Erin Bell rescues Nathan Finch, but a mishap leads them to spending a night together. Back in the country, Nathan returns to cancel his engagement—only to find his fiancée is Erin. Erin insists he honor the engagement to reclaim the company. Unaware of each other’s true identities, they keep missing each other, until the truth comes out and love finally wins.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

In the eternal night of the vampire realm, Isolde believed she had found true forever with Alaric Voss — the Golden Heir who publicly abandoned the Vampire Throne for her, a woman from the slums. For years he built blood empires in her name, knelt under the blood moon, and swore she was his only salvation. Then she discovered the truth. Behind her back, Alaric had maintained a secret life with his childhood companion Evelina Rizzo. Together they had twin sons who carried his crimson eyes. Heartbroken and pregnant, Isolde made a single, irreversible decision. With the help of her oldest confidante Selene, she staged her own death in a catastrophic silver-flame curse during their wedding renewal ceremony. The hall burned.