

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.

Maisie Kent is betrayed by her boyfriend, Jerry Ford, and Gigi Smith, signing a contract that costs her life. Reborn at the moment of signing, she pretends to comply while secretly swapping the contract. When Gigi tries the same trick in public, the harm rebounds instantly. Unscathed, Maisie watches coldly—on the deadly contract now stands a name no one dares to provoke.

My name is Yael Lynch. I woke up in a twisted apocalypse as an SSS-rank ghost. The world is full of monsters, but I'm not afraid. I have a system that keeps insisting I'm human. To survive, I make a decision that defies all logic and turn myself in on day one. Change my mindset, and even the apocalypse becomes a blue ocean. Who says ghosts are only killers? They might be the best builders of a new civilization.

New intern Leila Blake claimed herself a surgical genius, and her patients felt no pain, no anesthesia needed. After she went viral, patients flooded the hospital, her slots auctioned to the highest bidder. But Ivy Carl suffered every patient's pain. It was so crippling she couldn't work. She got complaints, then fired. To make it worse, during Leila's brain surgery on the richest man's daughter, Ivy dropped dead from a brain hemorrhage. But she woke up, back to the day Leila went viral. This time, Ivy swore to expose the truth behind the pain transfer and make Leila pay.
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New intern Leila Blake claimed herself a surgical genius, and her patients felt no pain, no anesthesia needed. After she went viral, patients flooded the hospital, her slots auctioned to the highest bidder. But Ivy Carl suffered every patient's pain. It was so crippling she couldn't work. She got complaints, then fired. To make it worse, during Leila's brain surgery on the richest man's daughter, Ivy dropped dead from a brain hemorrhage. But she woke up, back to the day Leila went viral. This time, Ivy swore to expose the truth behind the pain transfer and make Leila pay.

One furious punch, one ruined masterpiece, and she’s humiliated as ‘frigid’ before the crowd. But when Rosa, in a blaze of fury, crushes her lips to a stranger, the unthinkable happens: Tristan, the aloof billionaire everyone calls untouchable, gets hard from her kiss… and now he wants more.

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.

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.