
![[ENG DUB] Impersonating Justice: The Twin Who Walked Again](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Jeffrey Jameson was killed by his wife, Janice Davis, and his cousin,Zack Jameson. Gerald Jameson, who faked his death ten years ago, was Jeffrey’s twin brother. After finding out about Jeffrey’s death, Gerald decided to impersonate Jeffrey. All he wanted was to get the evidence against the murderers, avenge his family’s death,and get back the company that was founded by his parents.

Jeffrey Jameson was killed by his wife, Janice Davis, and his cousin,Zack Jameson. Gerald Jameson, who faked his death ten years ago, was Jeffrey’s twin brother. After finding out about Jeffrey’s death, Gerald decided to impersonate Jeffrey. All he wanted was to get the evidence against the murderers, avenge his family’s death,and get back the company that was founded by his parents.

"In the golden farmlands of Jianghuai, everyone believed Rafael Moretti had given up power for love. The wealthy farm owner walked away from a profitable marriage alliance just to marry Natalia, a tenant farmer’s daughter. Natalia believed it too—until the day the truth shattered everything. While she had been trying for a child, Rafael had kept a second home with his childhood sweetheart Lilith Rizzo. Together they had twin sons who shared his eyes. Natalia left the hospital and went straight to her oldest friend Emilia. “Help me,” she said. “When the predicted locust plague hits three days from now… I need a boat to sink.”"

Theo Wilson, a disciple of the legendary doctor from Cauldron Hill, is rejected by his fiancée, Cindy Taylor, and sent to the morgue.There,he discovers that CEO Mia Yates, declared dead, still has a chance to live, and he revives her, shocking the entire hospital. With unmatched medical and martial arts skills, Theo rises to prominence in the city while navigating tangled relationships with multiple girls.

When Cora Snyder regains control of her body after three years, her once-gentle husband has grown cold,her lively son has turned into a mischievous troublemaker, and her obedient daughter has become timid. Her reputation lies in ruins. But Cora wastes no time—she trains her children, wins back her husband,fights fiercely in her career, and reclaims everything that is rightfully hers.

In his past life, Harrison Cowan abandoned his own daughter for a widow, raising her two sons instead. In his old age, when he fell ill, his adopted sons refused to even pay a mere hundred thousand for his surgery. Given a second chance at life, Harrison is determined to make amends. No longer willing to play the role of a stepfather, he vows to work hard, make money, and devote his life to raising his biological daughter, living only for her from now on!
![[ENG DUB] A Curtain of Silk, A Life Untold](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
On their fifth anniversary, Jessie Eves caught her husband with his mistress, who was in her late grandmother's opera costume. She then cut ties with his company, sold her shares, and flew abroad to restart her opera career, vanishing from his life forever.

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.