

Marcus Jones, a top-tier powerhouse known as the Pluto, returns to the country under a marriage contract to protect Chantal Lawson, the CEO of the Lawson Group. Upon his first encounter with Shayla Anson, captain of the National Security Bureau, he reveals a glimpse of his true identity, and the two unexpectedly share a one-night affair. At a restaurant, Marcus fends off the international assassin Mary, exposes Briana Shelton—Chantal's close friend—as a mole, and repeatedly foils the Harrison family's assassination attempts and business schemes aimed at seizing an anti-cancer project. Facing sniper attacks head-on, subduing Draco of the Axes, and effortlessly crushing the assassin, the Dog, Marcus proves himself an unstoppable force.

"Cloth waited two years for her husband Winston to save her heart—only for him to steal it and give it toShona, a fake heiress. The doctor told Cloth she had only one week left to live. So she made one final decision: freeze her body and donate it to Shona’s laboratory. When she returned home, her family praised her for finally “behaving.” Cloth smiled and agreed. But deep down, she had already decided to give up on them all. Over the next few days, her father beat her until she coughed up blood. The nanny framed her with a blood bag. Even her own son rejected her and ran toShona, calling her “Mom.” Then her mother announced that Winston would marryShona. Cloth simply smiled and wished them well. That night, Winston abandoned her on a deserted overpass. She collapsed in the hailstorm and died alone. Her body was frozen. Then the doctor exposed the truth about her stolen heart. The entire internet exploded. Winston lost everything and eventually jumped to his death. Laura and Jorge finally sawShona for who she really was. She had been manipulating everything from the shadows. Shauna was dragged back home. Laura forced poisoned soup down her throat as Jorge held her down. Everyone was consumed by regret."

In a world overrun by monsters, where Beast Soul Ascendants control fate, ordinary delivery worker Samuel Flynn lives a quiet life—until a routine delivery turns deadly.Hunted by a vicious lizard beast, he faces death, only to be chosen by an SSS-grade Beast Soul left behind by the Beast God, awakening a mysterious power that will change his life forever.

To settle her father's debt, Vivian Gray reluctantly accepts Shane Ford's offer of 200,000 dollars to become his wife. On the day they register their marriage, both disguise themselves, unwilling to reveal their true identities. A year later, while working as a hostess at a film festival, Vivian accidentally trips and falls, unintentionally stealing Shane's first kiss. "Get off me!" Shane snaps angrily. "I'm sorry, but... your lips are so soft!" Vivian blurts out. The incident costs Vivian her job, and fate takes a surprising turn when she ends up becoming Shane's assistant.

In a world where spiritual energy has revived, every being is born with a true name engraved in their soul, never revealed to others. To expose it is to reveal one’s fatal weakness. Yet Max Carter, a lazy, ordinary antique street security guard, is a glitch in this world. His left eye sees through all illusions and reveals true names. With a glance he sees past and future, and with a word, he decides life, death, and even reincarnation.
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Ashley and her mother became separated during her childhood, and Vanessa, an orphan from the same orphanage, assumed Ashley's identity. As Ashley grew up and pursued a career in design, she faced constant challenges and manipulation from Vanessa. Vanessa also deceived Ashley's biological mother, causing trouble for Ashley at every turn. Fortunately, she crossed paths with Malcom, who trusted and appreciated her.In the end, through continuous effort and personal growth, Ashley managed to reconnect with her biological mother, reclaim her true identity, and emerge as a talented designer. She also found love. Meanwhile, Vanessa faced the consequences of her actions.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered