

At eight years old, Xavier Godwin met a lost girl named Cheryl at a sanatorium. Gentle and kind, she possessed the power to heal. Like a beam of light, she brightened his lonely world, and miraculously restored his crippled legs.Sixteen years later,Xavier becomes the CEO of Godwin Group, vowing to find Cheryl and make her his wife. Yet no matter where he searches, she is nowhere to be found. Until Ms. Holly Saul,who forced into a substitute marriage, crashes into his life.What begins as a contract marriage becomes a long-delayed reunion, unraveling a truth fate had buried for sixteen years.

Emily Porter, an ordinary housewife, finds herself shunned by her mother-in-law for giving birth to a daughter instead of a son. Her husband, Joe Baker, driven by greed for a hefty insurance payout, conspires with his lover to murder Emily. In a calculated move, Joe stages a car accident that leaves Emily in a vegetative state. In a shocking turn of events, he goes as far as to bury his comatose wife alive, only to rush off to marry his mistress moments later. But fate has a twist in store, as Emily awakens, ready to seek justice and reclaim her life.

At the birthday party for my Mafia husband, Galvan, I touched one of his blood-stained cufflinks and suddenly gained the ability to read minds. I read Galvan's thoughts. He was thinking, "Tracy's body is so tempting. Much better than my cold wife." Tracy, his employee, was with her broke boyfriend, Reuben. Her thoughts dripped with contempt, "Reuben is useless. His gifts were cheap. Once I dump him, I’ll be with Galvan." Interestingly, Reuben, the supposedly worthless boyfriend, was actually thinking, "My father's test is almost done. How do I tell Tracy I'm the heir to the largest Mafia family?" Fascinating. Galvan, the man I stood by, appeared wealthy on the outside, but the true heir was treated poorly. I lifted my wine glass and elegantly approached the penniless Reuben.

Philip Hinton, chairman of the Hinton Group, devises an extreme plan to temper his son Roger Hinton’s character and abilities. He strips off his expensive suits, dons faded work clothes, and sets up a cold noodle stall outside his own company headquarters. From childhood, Roger believes he comes from poverty and must fight to change his fate. Only when his father finally closes the stall does the truth emerge. The humble vendor was a billionaire all along.

Jiyoung dreamed of becoming a pilot, but an unexpected pregnancy led her to give up her captain’s seat to her husband, Min-gyu, and become a housewife. On their seventh anniversary, she catches him cheating and dies in a plane crash. However, fate has other plans. She wakes up before the tragedy—and this time, she’s ready to take back the sky.

Heidi Zahn is abandoned by her husband of twenty years, John Judd, as he chases status with Hannah Lane. After her uncle dies, she unexpectedly becomes chairwoman of Byzon Group, backed by business titan Henry Walker. John tries to return, but she’s already far beyond his reach. When she and Zoe Walker are bullied while buying a home, Heidi buys the entire real estate group on the spot and gets rid of everyone involved. She goes on to build a warm, happy life with Henry and Zoe.
![[ENG DUB] From Trash Heir to Lord of Hell](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Everyone in the Lake clan writes off young Tyler Lake as a cultivationless dead weight, until the day he coolly dissects a monster's weakness in an instant, saving his sister Tania Lake mid-trial. As the family tears itself apart fighting over their late father's sacred Mythic Relic, the rival Baker family seizes the chaos to ally with demon forces and launch an invasion.Cornered, Tyler reveals what he truly is—the reincarnation of the Ghost King aka Andrew West, one of the most fearsome beings the ancient world ever produced. He rallies the human Ghost-Tamers, forges an alliance with the Twin Reapers, and dismantles a conspiracy centuries in the making. When the dust settles, he ascends to the Hell Realm. But even as he destroys the villains before him, something darker stirs just beyond the edge of sight.

“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

The whole world is thrown into a mysterious survival game on an endless highway. Everyone gets a lonely road, a random vehicle, and must scavenge for supplies to survive. At night, terrifying unknown entities emerge to hunt the living. Eric Quimby starts with the worst possible companion—a powerless cleaning robot with no combat ability, meant for cleaning, not survival.