

Driven to the edge, Rachel Yale makes a desperate gamble—using herself as bait to draw close to Louis Brown, Newfork's most untouchable power figure. He is ruthless, distant, a man said to have no heart. He sees her motives clearly—yet allows her closer. What begins as disdain and indulgent play turns into dangerous attraction. The god of power falls from his pedestal, becoming her shield, her storm, and her only refuge.

Wealthy heiress Lina Veyne is forced into an engagement with ruthless heir Lucien Moro to save her family, trapped like a bird in a gilded cage. At the IRIS Club’s secret Phantom show, she's shocked to find masked dancer ""Seven"" is Stian Quinn, her first love who was declared dead at sea 5 years prior. This is all Lucien’s cruel scheme: he faked Stian's death, and uses the supposedly amnesiac man to break and tame Lina once and for all. When Lina's reckless defiance only brings brutal punishment down on Stian, she puts on a mask of obedience to Lucien, while secretly plotting her revenge. She soon makes a shocking discovery: Stian's amnesia is a lie. He's been undercover at IRIS this whole time, gathering damning evidence to take down this dark empire for good.

To Greenfield's elite, Caleb Quinn is nothing more than a lowly driver. But behind the wheel hides the true ruler of three of the dark web's most powerful organizations. When a deadly conspiracy surrounding a so-called universal cancer cure throws the city into chaos, Caleb finally steps out of the shadows. The Big Four families, underground kingpins, and legendary martial masters all discover the same terrifying truth: they are powerless before the Mr. Quinn. As enemies fall one by one, Caleb unleashes his wrath, shatters a shocking scheme orchestrated by the Hale heir, and carves his name into legend.

Tired of the life of violence, Frank becomes an ordinary taxi driver, hoping to live out his days in peace. However, when he accidentally rescues two girls from kidnappers, he's hired as the driver for one of them, Wendy. What seemed like a simple job quickly turns dangerous—Frank discovers that Wendy is the prime target of multiple powerful forces...

Eight years ago, Roy Jones proved his self-invented fighting style was the best in the world by tearing through twenty-two martial halls across Sealand in a single sweep. The victory cost him his wife. He left everything, moved to the bottom rung of the city, and became a rickshaw driver—anonymous, careful, devoted entirely to raising his infant daughter in peace. The life is hard and he endures it. Then one act of public decency puts him in the crosshairs of Bliz Martial Hall, and his daughter gets pulled into the danger with him. Roy stops enduring. He moves through every obstacle Bliz puts in front of him with the same quiet efficiency that once cleared twenty-two halls, and he brings his daughter home.

An impoverished scholar aided a woman in escaping her wicked ex-husband.

Betrayed by her husband and falsely accused of theft, Elise Sloane has nowhere left to turn. At her lowest point, Harold Cole appears. He has loved her quietly for ten years, and now he offers her shelter in the form of a contract marriage. Elise refuses to let that define her. Starting from nothing as a counter salesgirl, she rides the electric tide of Creston City's special economic era, fighting her way up until she owns a garment factory of her own. She builds the business, earns the love, and becomes the woman she never once let herself imagine.
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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.

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.