
![[ENG DUB] My Wife Has Too Many Secrets](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Eric Getz discovers that something's off about his wife, Gina Bell.A thorough investigation leads to him uncovering Gina's plot to work with her boss, Peter Lane, in swindling Eric's properties and assets via fake investments. Eric remains calm and composed as he slowly gathers solid evidence and uses legal methods to seek justice. It goes to show that those who cross boundaries will receive retribution in the end.

Eric Getz discovers that something's off about his wife, Gina Bell.A thorough investigation leads to him uncovering Gina's plot to work with her boss, Peter Lane, in swindling Eric's properties and assets via fake investments. Eric remains calm and composed as he slowly gathers solid evidence and uses legal methods to seek justice. It goes to show that those who cross boundaries will receive retribution in the end.

Struggling with poverty, the hermit Mr. Quentin can no longer raise his disciple Candy, and entrusts her to York Smith, the owner of Ebony House.But fate takes an unexpected turn. Candy solves the epic "Dragon Game" that had remained unsolved for twenty years.After York takes Candy in, the Go King, Simon Yale, suddenly comes to challenge them. Calm and fearless, Candy counters every move, making Simon beg to become her disciple.As peace returns, York opens his heart to Candy, speaking of his secret desire to join the Go Championship and seek the truth of his wife's death. Thus begins their legendary adventure.

Plagued by an embarrassing condition, Bille seeks an intimate checkup from her cousin Vincent, the college physician—only to awaken a forbidden desire. Soon discovering they share no blood ties, she tries to close the distance between them. As much as Vincent resists, his hidden longing strains control, pushing their charged connection toward rupture and reckoning.
![[ENG DUB] Return of the Glam Queen](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Roxanne Hill, the heiress of the Hills and a Muse Award gold prize winner, gave up on her dream for the sake of her husband, settling down as a housewife for five years. She believed she would live a blissful life, but tragedy struck when she lost her unborn child due to her sister-in-law's treachery. To make matters worse, her husband chose to save the sister-in-law instead of rushing Roxanne to the hospital. Their relationship begins to crumble, while the art world eagerly awaits the return of the renowned artist.

Mia is a 19-year-old college freshman who's beautiful but broke. Her father tells her to sell herself. Her mother offers her a job at a bar. With tuition overdue and no way out, she accepts an offer from her African professor, Kofi: $5,000 a month for companionship. But Kofi has other plans. He injects her with drugs, ties her up, and films everything. He doesn't stop there. He uses the videos to blackmail her into delivering packages—drugs, money, things she doesn't want to know about. Just when she thinks she's alone, Nina, the quiet girl in her dorm, steps in. Nina saves her from Kofi in a dark parking lot. She holds Mia through withdrawal. She becomes the only person Mia trusts. Until Mia finds messages on Nina's phone. Messages that prove Nina wasn't just helping her. She was positioning herself. She was waiting for Mia to fall so she could be the one to catch her—and own her.

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.

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.

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.