

Switched at birth, noble girl Leah is framed by the fake heiress Megan and suffers brutal abuse that leaves her disabled. Luckily, she meets William, who is secretly pretending to be an idiot. As the truth unfolds, the villains are punished. Leah severs ties with her biased family and finds her own happiness.

Underground black boxing champion Axel is actually an undercover agent of the Russian mafia, tasked with infiltrating the side of mafia godfather Danteto steal secrets. During a boxing match, Axel defiantly provoked Dantein public, and the two engaged in a fierce melee inside the octagon. Axel deliberately held back during a fatal blow, successfully arousing Dante's desire to conquer, and was smoothly taken back to the manor to become a personal bodyguard. Late at night, Axel sneaked into the study to crack the safe but was caught red-handed by Dante. Facing the risk of exposure, Axel used a forged love letter as a cover to skillfully defuse Dante's deadly test, but inadvertently stirred up the godfather's morbid possessiveness and control desire. At a gang dinner not long after, an assassination attempt on Dantecame out of the blue. To completely win the target's absolute trust, Axel didn't hesitate to throw himself in front of Dante, taking a fatal bullet for him. Seriously injured and on the verge of death, Axel shocked the usually cold-hearted godfather, who even lost control and personally operated on him to remove the bullet. As a reward for ""giving his life,"" Dantegave Axel the S-level pass that symbolized the highest authority in the manor. From then on, Axel successfully infiltrated the heart of the empire with his self-inflicted injury ruse, and a deadly game full of lies and temptations officially kicked off.

The second princess Aella of Therasia was exiled to the North by her father. She awakened the Azure Phoenix Flame Power in Blackstone Gorge, which inherently restrains the Wights. Fighting alongside Northern Lord Reyne, she rose from an outcast princess to Supreme Queen of Ancient Valyria. When the southern nobles who once wronged her saw her again at the Sacred Court, Aella, robed in black and gold and wearing the Thorned Dragon-Nest Crown, looked down on all as a queen.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.
![[ENG DUB] Don't Mess With the Heiress](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
The wealthiest tycoon's daughter, Eva Stone, conceals her identity to be with the financially struggling Wills Zuck. However, Wills, driven by ambitions to align himself with the influential, betrays her by having an affair with the impostor, Lina Clark, who poses as Eva Stone. In the ultimate revelation, Eva unveils her true identity, delivering a resounding blow to the unfaithful man and deceitful woman in a compelling tale of intrigue and personal triumph.
![[ENG DUB] Beneath the Rouge, A Sword](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
The kingdom of Narethia sees two baby girls born at the same moment. A high monk prophesies that one of them carries the phoenix destiny—the future mother of all under heaven. Which girl holds the phoenix fate will only be revealed after eighteen years during the marriage alliance. The King of Narethia believes the destined one must be Joselyn Osborne, so he spends vast amounts of gold and silver nurturing her while completely ignoring Lainey Osborne. Eighteen years later, with Narethia’s national strength failing, a marriage alliance becomes necessary. The King and Ashtyn Harper scheme to have Joselyn marry into the Myrraveth royal family while sending Lainey off to the barbaric wasteland. With her mother imprisoned in the palace, Lainey tearfully departs for marriage. After traveling thousands of miles to reach the Outlands, she is utterly shocked to discover that the so-called barbarian host is actually the King of Zuyenne,and the supposedly impoverished land is overflowing with gold, silver, and precious jewels...

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.

"I was the daughter no one wanted. Then the Dark Blood Duke claimed me in front of the entire court. Edwin declared I was his fated bloodbound mate — the one his ancient blood had longed for across centuries — and carried me away to his castle deep in the Eternal Forest. He filled a night garden with roses that bloomed only under the blood moon and gave me a wedding that made every woman in the kingdom envy me. For the first time in my life, I believed I was chosen. Loved. Safe. Seven months pregnant with his heir, I attended my father’s birthday feast. That night silver fire erupted. My father and brother only screamed for Kelsey. They dragged her to safety while I choked on smoke and called their names until my voice broke. Edwin was the one who carried me out of the flames. In the Blood Healing Tower I finally overheard the truth they never meant for me to hear. Kelsey was not dying. She had faked the blood core degeneration all along. And the childhood savior Edwin had worshipped for centuries… the one whose piano melody still lived in his blood… had never been her. It had always been me."

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding,in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”