

Lia kept her identity a secret in order to marry the CEO of Bough Holdings, Sam Bough. However, not only was she humiliated, she had to become a walking bloodbank for Mandy Moore. This devastated her and decided to divorce Sam and reclaim her lost identity. So. this began Sam's arduous journey of winning Lia back.

Aria Vale loves her idol Noah Rivers so completely that his fictional death feels like a personal injustice. Then she blinks and finds herself inside the novel, in a world where the cities are overrun and the story is already in motion. Reinventing herself as a mysterious talent manager, she finds the boy before anyone else does and helps him become exactly who he was supposed to be, rewriting the ending she couldn't accept. Her phone knows what's coming, which helps. What she doesn't account for is how quickly depending on each other becomes something neither of them has a word for.

Supermodel Celeste catches her husband cheating with her best friend—and he laughs off her divorce demand. So she takes in a gentle, penniless boyfriend. Three years later, her broke husband crawls back to save his empire. She dumps the boyfriend, returns to play the perfect wife—and plots her revenge from the inside. But the broke nobody she left behind? He’s Sinclair—the city’s most powerful king. And at his gala, in front of the world, he has one question: Does our breakup still stand?

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.
![[ENG DUB] The Sun Shines on Hometown Roads](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Village doctor Shannon Lewis worked hard to pay for her fiancé Nathan Hardin's college education, only to discover that he had already married another woman in the city.Heartbroken,Shannon cut ties with Nathan.During this time,she accidentally saved the life of a pursued mafia boss,Kyson Pearson, who fell in love with her at first sight and proposed to her. Though ruthless and decisive in his dealings outside, Kyson became an obedient and doting partner at home.Through a series of near-exposures and sweet,amusing interactions, Shannon fell in love with Kyson and eventually learned about his true identity.Meanwhile, Nathan's wife, Paige, fearing that Shannon would continue to pursue her husband,schemed against her at every turn. In the end, Nathan and Paige paid the price for their selfishness and mistakes.
![[ENG DUB] The Sun Shines on Hometown Roads](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Village doctor Shannon Lewis worked hard to pay for her fiancé Nathan Hardin's college education, only to discover that he had already married another woman in the city.Heartbroken,Shannon cut ties with Nathan.During this time,she accidentally saved the life of a pursued mafia boss,Kyson Pearson, who fell in love with her at first sight and proposed to her. Though ruthless and decisive in his dealings outside, Kyson became an obedient and doting partner at home.Through a series of near-exposures and sweet,amusing interactions, Shannon fell in love with Kyson and eventually learned about his true identity.Meanwhile, Nathan's wife, Paige, fearing that Shannon would continue to pursue her husband,schemed against her at every turn. In the end, Nathan and Paige paid the price for their selfishness and mistakes.

A week before the wedding, Enzo replaced the name on the marriage application with that of his uncle—Enzo, the new Godfather. A friend asked in surprise, "Are you crazy? Selena has waited for you for seven years. She's practically been left on the shelf! And you're giving her to your most ruthless uncle?" Lorenzo smiled carelessly. "Lena and I lost a bet, and I promised to do one thing she asked." "Anyway, once Selena finds out about the name change, she'll panic and come running to me to have it fixed." "Besides, how could my uncle possibly marry Selena? Once he finds out, he'll definitely call off the engagement. In the end, Selena will still marry me." His tone was frivolous and casual, and the group burst into laughter. I had been eavesdropping at the door for a long time, my heart growing cold bit by bit. On the wedding day, I showed up as planned. Lorenzo, who was always so high and mighty, went mad trying to break into the church: "I'm the groom! I'm supposed to be the groom!"

I'm an Omega, and I turned out to be the fated mate of the Silvermoon Pack's Alpha. For three years, I walked on eggshells as Luna. I threw myself into studying, night and day. Asked permission for everything. And still, it wasn't enough. "You always lean on me for everything," he said. "How can you ever be a real Luna? Try to be more like Sonya." Sonya Smith. His childhood friend. The gold standard I was supposed to measure up to. So I stopped leaning. When I got hurt protecting the pack, even when the wound ran deep, I bandaged it myself and let it heal on its own. Didn't go crying to him. When the pain hit, I curled up alone and rode it out. Didn't go looking for comfort. And when rogues jumped me and I lost the pup—I went to the pack healer myself and handled it. But my mate regretted it. He used to dream of the day I wouldn't need him anymore. When that day finally came, he realized— it was destroying him.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.