

After eight years by Theo Aster’s side, Esme Blume is attacked by his first love, Gina Fox, and shoved into the water in a deliberate attempt on her life. But the real betrayal comes when Theo, instead of defending her, coldly demands that she apologize to Gina. Heartbroken, Esme calls off their wedding and walks away—but Theo, blind to her pain, dismisses it as nothing more than a tantrum.

I was the one who broke Kane Blackwood's heart. He was the Alpha heir, my boyfriend since we were kids, and I pushed him so hard that I drove him all the way to the Northern Stronghold. He stayed there for seven years. Now he was back. He had a new woman with him, and they were going to hold their bonding ceremony here, in our pack. That same week, the pack witch told me I had three months left to live. When my mother wheeled me outside to see him, Kane's mouth curled into that cruel, mocking smile I remembered too well. His dark eyes swept over me from head to toe, taking in the wheelchair, the thinness of my arms, the paleness of my face. "Well, well," he said, his voice low and sharp. "Seven years and you look like hell. Can't even walk anymore?" I tugged my sleeve down, hiding the scars—the silver tracings left by years of failed treatments. I kept my voice steady. "I fell. Broke something. It's nothing." He let out a short, cold laugh. "Right. Anyway, my bonding ceremony's coming up. You should be Vivra's maid of honor." I smiled back at him. I had gotten good at smiling through pain over the years. "Sorry, but I'm leaving soon. Somewhere far away." Then I patted my mother's hand. She didn't say a word, just gripped the handles of the chair and pushed me back toward the house. I didn't look behind me.
![[ENG DUB] A Night He Planned for Years](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Elite lawyer Kylin Taylor walks into a cafe and finds her fiance Zane Walker attending tenderly to his mistress. She doesn't make a scene. That night, she slides a condom into a legal contract and hands it to Zane's closest friend, David Evans, Eryland's most talked-about playboy. "Hotel tonight? It's on me." What begins as cold, surgical revenge becomes something stranger: she uses David to deliver Zane a humiliation; David plays along with every sign of enjoying himself.But as the game deepens, he drops the act entirely and and starts betting everything he has on her instead of the thrill. Kylin realizes, with a jolt, that she never had control of this board to begin with. Someone laid these pieces into position ten years ago, and it wasn't her.

Ethan Cole was the one holding the company together — until his work was stolen and he was deliberately pushed aside. Claire Grant saw everything but chose to stay silent. Humiliated and fed up, Ethan quit. The moment he left, everything fell apart. Their biggest client demands him by name. Now the company is in chaos, and the people who once ignored him are desperate to find him.

Adeline and her sister Noelle are two separate souls sharing one body, each awake for only half the year. Adeline believes her fiancé, Caleb, loves her—until she discovers that he has been secretly drugging her to force Noelle awake. Caleb needs Adeline’s qualifications to become Alpha, but Noelle is the woman he truly wants to marry.When Adeline tries to stop the wedding, Caleb gives her one final dose, trapping her inside her own body as her consciousness slowly fades. Faced with an impossible choice between saving herself and erasing her sister, Adeline refuses to let anyone decide who should be sacrificed. She asks for only one thing before she disappears: the chance to wake once in spring, a season she has never seen through her own eyes.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Kaelen, appeared before me with his childhood friend, Roslyn. He told me Roslyn got pregnant but she didn’t have a mate yet. If the Wolf Council finds out she’s pregnant out of wedlock, she’ll be banished from Dawnlight Pack. He asked me to renounce tomorrow's Marking Rite of my own accord — to leave a letter telling everyone that I had been the one to break our mating vows. To appease me, he placed the one-of-a-kind Luna Crown in my hands and made his promise: "Once Roslyn and her pup gain a foothold, I will sever the bond. You will always be my fated mate." From the moment we first found each other, Kalen had been my entire world. I had once taken a poison-laced blade meant for him, and had purged every traitor from the pack on his behalf. For five years, I had never once doubted that what we had was real. But now, at last, I understood — I had loved the wrong person. I gave a quiet nod. Then I picked up my phone and sent a single message: "Dad, I'll be home in three days." What Kalen did not know was that I had never cared about the title of Luna in the Dawnlight Pack. Because I am the only daughter of the Lycan king.

To save her daughter, Harper Reed marries Klaus Wolfe—New York's most feared mafia godfather—in her stepsister's place. On the wedding day, he sees right through her and calls her a gold digger. He gives her one choice: jump into a shark pool, or watch her whole family die. Then she jumps without hesitation. That shatters his frozen heart. But she finds out that—this marriage is way worse than death. Lydia deeply hates her. Uncle Richard wants the Don's chair. And "Black Fox" is dragging everyone to hell...

On the day Samuel Reid releases the game he created, Henry Toole and his girlfriend steal it from him and kick him out of his own company. As they plan to use the game to curry favor with Northstar Interactive, its CEO, Claire Ford, comes to visit. However, she is here solely for Samuel. When the truth comes out, Henry's world collapses.

Leonardo's adoptive sister pulled off a new trick, and this time, it was threatening to slit her wrists. So, like second nature, he handed me the divorce papers. I didn't even read it and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Leonardo, this is the eighth time. In the entire history of Siciliana, no mafia Don has ever abandoned his partner as frequently as you." He yanked at his tie in frustration, a pleading look surfacing in his eyes. "Bianca, I have to do this. You know Gia's mental state. I can't just leave her to fend for herself, can I? "Move out for a few days first. Don't worry. Once I calm her down, I promise we'll get remarried right away!" I signed in silence. He had already repeated those exact words to me eight times. We finalized the paperwork in family lawyer's office. Pushing up his glasses, the family lawyer, Luca, teased lightly, "When are you guys coming back to sign the ninth marriage contract?" I put away the divorce papers stamped with the Corleone family wax seal and shook my head. "There won't be a next time."

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had been shut down at once. I believed him. I signed an emergency cash-sale agreement for the house my adoptive mother had left me and rushed to the hotel with confirmation that eight hundred thousand dollars was waiting in escrow. Only then did I learn that there was no crisis. It had been a test. Bianca swirled the wine in her glass and smiled at the room. “She offered eight hundred thousand because she thinks she can use it to buy the entire Moretti family.” My parents did not contradict her. My father even asked whether I had known all along that the family could never truly fall. In that moment, I finally understood. No matter how much I gave, they would call it calculation. So I revoked the transfer authorization. I gave up the Moretti name, and then I gave up on them.