

Dorian Valmont, crown prince of the ancient Navorin era, awakens as a 6-year-old child in modern times after a drunken accident. With ancient wisdom hidden behind a child's face, he outsmarted every adult in the decaying Valmont family, tore down their corrupt legacy, and built a new empire from the ashes. Just when he's about to claim his rightful place as the head of the family, new enemies emerge from the shadows. Now, a storm is brewing—one that threatens to destroy everything he's built and expose the thousand-year-old secret he carries.

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

Med student Miles catches his influencer girlfriend cheating. To get back at her, he stages a “fake affair” — only to accidentally kiss the handsome CEO, Hunter. He swore he didn’t like men… and Miles thought he was straight too. But one kiss changed everything......

Emil Sears, an elite super soldier, is hired by the Langston family to serve as the personal bodyguard for Blaire Langston, an aloof and distant CEO. Using his business acumen and formidable physical prowess, Emil repeatedly rescues Blaire from dangerous situations, keeping her safe from harm.However, as he fulfills his duties, he finds himself drawn deeper into increasingly complex crises. Working together, Emil and Blaire join forces to dismantle the malicious schemes and corporate conspiracies orchestrated by their adversaries,combining their complementary skills to overcome the threats against them.

Maurice, New York's youngest CEO, appears to be the perfect Alpha. Behind the mask, he is hiding a secret that could destroy him. Noah, a new Alpha executive, accidentally uncovers the truth and steps into Maurice's world on a night when the full moon strips away all control. Secrets and desire tangle together, and their connection begins its slow, unstoppable spiral into chaos.

Two modern best friends Jill Shaw and Helen Stone transmigrate into the bodies of sisters sent as peace offerings from an enemy kingdom — officially brides, unofficially suspected spies. The cold-faced warrior Prince Joseph Smith gets the elder Jill, the cunning and manipulative Prince Ben Smith gets the younger Helen, and both brothers arrive at their weddings fully prepared to eliminate the threats disguised as their wives.What neither calculated: the “elite spy” Prince Joseph watches so obsessively turns out to be a pure academic who finds knowledge intoxicating and intrigue utterly baffling.Meanwhile the “naive romantic” Prince Ben thinks he can read and control is already several moves ahead of him, playing people like a board game. Two princes who came to outmaneuver their wives. Two women who didn’t come here to lose. The misunderstandings are spectacular. The reversals are better.

A successful, savvy CEO is betrayed by her fiancé, who cheats with another woman. Discovering the affair before her wedding, she boldly marries a seemingly ordinary waiter in front of stunned guests. Unbeknownst to all, the 'waiter' is actually a powerful CEO incognito, who quietly supports her through her company's crises, proving that her lost love has been beside her all along. Through trials, they rediscover trust and love, ready to face the future together.

In 2026 she runs empires. In 1993 she wakes up disfigured, limping, robbed of her dowry, despised by her own son, and thrown out of her home by a husband and his mistress who between them nearly finish the job permanently. The body she inherits belongs to Mya Lane, a woman destroyed by everyone who was supposed to protect her. What they don't account for is who is inside it now. She carries a smartphone from thirty years in the future and the instincts of someone who has outmaneuvered boardrooms full of sharks. The scars heal faster than anyone expects. The money comes next. When her husband, his mistress, her mother-in-law, and her brainwashed son come at her one by one, she meets every single one of them with everything she has.She doesn't leave until every debt is settled and the divorce papers are signed on her terms.

While I was miscarrying after a car accident, my husband was with his mistress. After surviving, I left divorce papers on his desk and flew overseas to reclaim my abandoned career. But my departure sent my ex-husband spiraling into madness...

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.