

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.
![[ENG DUB] Forget Me Not, My Wild Girl](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Finley Sharpe, a fish vendor, enters a contract marriage with Yale Shaw. By spreading rumors and flattering him,she wins his trust and affection. But just after they confess their love,a head injury restores Finley's lost memories—while erasing all memories of Yale. Desperate to win her back, Yale pulls every trick he can think of... even pretending to be blind.

Evelyn, heartbroken by her boyfriend's infidelity, drowned her sorrows in alcohol and unexpectedly had a one-night stand with renowned pilot Grayson. Afterward, fate kept them apart. Evelyn forgot what Grayson looked like, but Grayson fell head over heels for her at first sight. He found her lost employee badge and sent his assistant to track her down. Unfortunately, the assistant made a mistake—Evelyn's coworker Katie claimed the badge and impersonated her, sparking a series of misunderstandings and conflicts between Evelyn and Grayson. Finally, heartbroken and disillusioned, Evelyn accepts her friend Liam's proposal for a fake marriage to comfort her ailing grandmother. Just then, Grayson returns and publicly steals the bride...
![[ENG DUB] Rise of the Resilient](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Raena, a top obstetrician, had been married to her husband Matthias for ten years, but she suffered bullying from her mother-in-law Sara due to infertility. Later, Matthias had an affair with a younger woman named Felice and made her pregnant. Raena accidentally discovered the truth at the hospital. Faced with her husband's betrayal, the provocations from the mistress, and the pressure from her mother-in-law, Raena transformed from a passive victim to an empowered fighter. She fought back through legal means, public opinion, and her professional skills, ultimately exposing the true colors of Matthias's family. She reclaimed her property and dignity and started a new life with Romero, a celebrity gossip reporter who had secretly loved her.

Raena, a top obstetrician, had been married to her husband Matthias for ten years, but she suffered bullying from her mother-in-law Sara due to infertility. Later, Matthias had an affair with a younger woman named Felice and made her pregnant. Raena accidentally discovered the truth at the hospital. Faced with her husband's betrayal, the provocations from the mistress, and the pressure from her mother-in-law, Raena transformed from a passive victim to an empowered fighter. She fought back through legal means, public opinion, and her professional skills, ultimately exposing the true colors of Matthias's family. She reclaimed her property and dignity and started a new life with Romero, a celebrity gossip reporter who had secretly loved her.

The youngest female investor on Finance District refuses an arranged marriage with the Golden family. After a drunken night and being drugged, she's saved by her secret admirer and actual fiance, Keir Golden. He pretends to be a poor sugar baby, letting Clara "keep" him. A year later, when family business troubles force Clara to accept the arranged marriage, she tries to break it off with Keir, only to discover her sugar baby is actually her powerful fiance who saves her from the scheming McDowell family.

Pet shop owner Vivien Jay accidentally ends up in a flash marriage with Shaun Gall, the No. 1 rich man in her city. Due to a misunderstanding, Shaun has to disguise his identity and keep his wealth a secret. What hilarious and unexpected stories will unfold between Vivien, who believes her husband is just an ordinary man, and Shaun, who is a real big shot?

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.

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.

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.