

Morrison, a former top CIA operative, lives under an assumed name after suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, leading a quiet farming life in a small town with his daughter Vivian. The local criminal syndicate, the Rosetti family, covets his farmland. To force Morrison into submission, Theodore, the family's young heir, kidnaps the 17-year-old Vivian and tortures her to death brutally. Having lost his sole emotional anchor, Morrison casts aside his medication restraints entirely, unearths the stockpile of weapons he has hidden away for a decade, and storms the Rosetti manor alone to exact revenge. Senior figures within the city's police force, municipal government and the CIA are all well aware of Morrison's terrifying combat prowess from his past. They order an emergency city-wide evacuation and stand aside to let him wipe out the entire criminal family, kicking off a brutal vendetta of blood for blood. Revolving around paternal love, trauma, corrupt power networks and unbridled vengeance, the story interweaves the lingering shadows of past killings with the mutual despair and devastation of the present, unfolding an unstoppable bloody reckoning.

Ruby and Steven fell in love in high school but separated due to family feuds. Ruby initiated the breakup; Steven agreed, believing she'd discovered his father's role in her father's death. Afterward, Steven changed his surname to Gibson, founded Gibson Tech, while Ruby became a freelance writer. Though never contacting her, Steven monitored Ruby's life, learning of her workplace harassment resignation and continued single status. Now successful, he orchestrates her business trip to the city of Syntherra. They reunite, but Ruby mistakenly thinks he's married and withdraws. Even after clearing this misunderstanding, unresolved family conflicts keep her distant. Steven persists, proposing cohabitation without publicity and dating without marriage discussions. Still deeply in love, Ruby succumbs to his gentle persistence, agreeing to a short-term relationship.

After a one-night stand with Hank Frazer, Sibyl Bealor became pregnant and gave birth to twins. Her cousin Elina bribed the doctor to tell Sibyl that one twin didn't survive, but secretly gave the baby to Hank's stepmother, Yildiz Sue. Years later, Sibyl, raising her son Shane, met Hank, who is raising his son Yuri, on a blind date. Due to a mix-up, they took home the wrong child. What a tangled web! Let's see what happens next!
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Noah Marr is the last surviving bloodline of his parents, a young heir who sleeps until noon, counts money until his hands cramp, and lists eating and gaming as his highest aspirations. At his own birthday banquet he announces these goals without embarrassment, and the room collectively writes him off as a useless rich boy. His fiancee moves to break off the engagement. Nobody takes him seriously. Noah takes none of it personally. Then, the people responsible for his parents’ deaths finally step into the light, and everyone who ever laughed at him gets a very different look at who they were actually dealing with. Every sneer he absorbed, every dismissal he let slide, was just silence before the thunder.

Noah Marr is the last surviving bloodline of his parents, a young heir who sleeps until noon, counts money until his hands cramp, and lists eating and gaming as his highest aspirations. At his own birthday banquet he announces these goals without embarrassment, and the room collectively writes him off as a useless rich boy. His fiancee moves to break off the engagement. Nobody takes him seriously. Noah takes none of it personally. Then, the people responsible for his parents’ deaths finally step into the light, and everyone who ever laughed at him gets a very different look at who they were actually dealing with. Every sneer he absorbed, every dismissal he let slide, was just silence before the thunder.

After being brutally murdered—her body dismembered and scattered—Bella's soul returns home on Christmas Eve. There, she finds her biological parents, Paul and Evelyn, doting on her adopted sister, Anna, while remaining cold and indifferent toward her, completely unaware that their own daughter is already dead. When Bella's body is discovered, Evelyn, a forensic examiner, and Paul, the police chief, lead the investigation—yet fail to recognize the victim as their own child

After being brutally murdered—her body dismembered and scattered—Bella's soul returns home on Christmas Eve. There, she finds her biological parents, Paul and Evelyn, doting on her adopted sister, Anna, while remaining cold and indifferent toward her, completely unaware that their own daughter is already dead. When Bella's body is discovered, Evelyn, a forensic examiner, and Paul, the police chief, lead the investigation—yet fail to recognize the victim as their own child

Bryan Brooklyn suffered from PTSD after a plane incident and entered a dissociative state. Emergency department doctor Sophia came to his rescue with a warm "butterfly hug", awakening him. Bryan fell in love with her at first sight and recognized her as the emergency doctor who had saved him in a serious car accident many years ago. Bryan believed it was a fateful encounter and was preparing to launch a fierce attack, only to find out that Sophia already had a boyfriend! Just when Bryan devised a plan to make Sophia break up with her boyfriend so that he could finally take his place, Sophia unexpectedly learned that Bryan would leave the United States and return to Europe in two months. She then proposed a limited-time relationship of "sex-partner" for two months... Can these two people, who face numerous obstacles, finally be together?

Giorgo Romero, the Don of the Romero family, gets ambushed by a suicidal madman who has bombs strapped to him. When that happens, my husband, Fabio Lopez, and his troops have already gone to a fashion show with his childhood sweetheart, Reina Digiorno, so that they can protect her there. Instead of pressing the signal button on my ring, I launch myself at Giorgo despite being heavily pregnant. Just like that, I'm able to protect him from the explosion with my body. In my previous life, I had pressed the button. Fabio had ditched Reina in favor of hurrying back to the scene to save Giorgo's life. Because of his contribution, he gets elevated to the position of Underboss. But Reina got mad at Fabio for leaving her in advance, resulting in her crossing the highway out of pure spite. That was how she got hit by a car and died. While Fabio didn't say anything, he chose to send me to an underground auction house on the day I went into labor. "The Don had so many soldati protecting him! Why did you force me to come back in the first place? Isn't it because you just want the glory of being the Underboss's wife? "If it wasn't for you, Reina wouldn't have died! You must go through a thousand times the suffering she did!" I could only watch as the guests bid for my organs one by one. Not even my newborn's umbilical cord could be spared from the auction. In the end, I died from an infection that had occurred while my organs were being removed. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Giorgo gets ambushed.

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.”