

When Julian, the true heir by blood, was finally brought back to the Family, my cold-blooded adoptive parents cast me aside. They sent me to "The Abyss"—a clandestine hellhole where billionaires and mafia bosses paid to hunt, rape, and slaughter human prey.No matter how humiliatingly I begged for mercy, I remained locked in an iron cage, passed around as prey for those bloodthirsty beasts.Days later, a photo of me—covered in whip marks, kneeling like a dog with a chain around my neck—made its way to my beloved fiancée, Vivienne.Standing before the press, the untouchable Mafia Princess sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "He’s pathetic and utterly filthy. The Valenti family would never align with such trash. I'll be marrying Julian instead."On cue, the Russo family officially disowned me, permanently stripping me of their name.After I was tortured to death, the wedding of the century commenced, broadcast live worldwide to celebrate the alliance between two major mafia families.But right then, my "wedding gift" was delivered.When the box was opened, the entire room went dead silent.

Chloe is the CEO of the Corton Group but suffers from somatic symptoms. She relies on alcohol, drugs and even crazy sex to relieve her stress. Fate brought her into contact with the boxer Luke. Chloe originally intended to buy Luke at a high price as a sexual partner, but unexpectedly, Luke gradually cured Chloe and she regained her position as the business queen.

"""Plan a wedding for my husband and his mistress,"" I told my assistant. ""Seven days from now. The same night I leave him for good."" People called Simon Fulmer the most devoted Don in Lake City. He lit up the sky with blue fireworks for our fifth anniversary. He knelt in the street to tie my shoelace. He swore he would die before he ever cheated. They didn't know the fireworks were meant for his first love. She hated blue, so he gave them to me. That night, while he posted ""I'll love you forever,"" she was in his bed. So I signed the divorce papers he had once handed me himself. On my birthday, his guests walked one floor up to his wedding with her. The giant screen showed them everything. By then, I was already on a plane home. Five years ago, he had sworn to my father that if I ever came home heartbroken, he would never set foot in our territory. If he did, he would lose everything. Then word came that I had died in a car crash. He came anyway. He knelt at my coffin and lost his whole empire. He never noticed the masked woman in the crowd, watching him cry."

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.

After the war of the gods, Thrud takes on the heavy duty of ruling the Aesir. She resurrects Alviss — once turned to stone for offending Zeus — and elevates him into a god of her own clan. Grateful for everything Thrud has sacrificed, Alviss swears he will cherish her. When Thrud returns to the realm wounded, she finds Alviss being intimate with an envoy named Levia — and Levia is wearing her crown and her sacred marriage band. Alviss claims that Levia cared for him during the years he was stone, and that he has already elevated her to the rank of divine envoy. When Levia deliberately drops the band, Thrud finally reaches her breaking point and strikes her, stripping Levia of her title on the spot and banishing her from the realm of the Aesir.

Orphaned by dark wizards as a child, Qasim wanders with a magic lamp saved by his mother and is taken to the palace by Layla. Coveting the lamp, Jamal conspires with sorcerers to ambush Layla during a duel. At the critical moment, Qasim summons the Genie.

When I was diagnosed with terminal Inner Wolf Decay, a System found me. It told me that if I could win the wholehearted romantic or familial love of just one out of four specific werewolves, I would get a healthy body and live. But for five years, I failed to win over a single one. Because they all fell for the same Omega—the fragile, hypocritical Chloe. Just because she framed me, claiming I ordered rogues to attack her, my targets glared at me with nothing but absolute disgust. My biological brother, Caleb, told me, "I don't have a sister as vicious as you." My pack healer, Julian, didn't believe I suffered from depression. He glared at me with revulsion and said, "Chloe is the one who got hurt. Stop playing the victim." My childhood friend, Victor, stared at me coldly. "You're so toxic. I really wish you'd just die." Later, just as they wished, my mission failed, and my inner wolf was actually going to die. But then, they were the ones crying and begging me not to go.

Police prodigy Mia goes undercover at the 15th Precinct, tasked by Internal Affairs Director Vance to gather evidence of corruption against Captain Victoria. From day one, Mia endures Victoria's cold hostility and harsh treatment, yet amidst the friction, she finds herself drawn to the captain's unyielding resolve and hidden sense of justice. During a dock raid, Victoria takes a bullet for Mia—an act that shatters Mia's emotional defenses. Shortly after, a gallery murder rocks the city: the victim is none other than the Oversight Director's only son. As Mia and Victoria join forces to investigate, they uncover a web of deceit—and discover that their seemingly reliable colleague, Leo, is the real mole. Leo lures them to an abandoned chemical plant, rigged with C4 explosives. In the ensuing firefight, Victoria kills him. The case appears closed, but when Mia reports to Vance, she senses something deeply wrong—he shows no surprise at any of the twists, and Leo's personnel file has been systematically erased. Mia realizes she has been a pawn all along. Vance's true plan is to rebrand Leo as a ""heroic undercover agent"" who died in the line of duty, and use Mia's own firearm as evidence to frame Victoria for murder. Torn between duty and conscience, Mia confesses her undercover identity to Victoria. Devastated and betrayed, Victoria cuts all ties and expels her from the precinct. Vance immediately places Mia under house arrest, threatening her with a forged confession and life imprisonment. Under 48 hours of relentless psychological pressure, Mia refuses to break. Meanwhile, Victoria works in secret, gathering irrefutable proof of Vance's collusion with the dark web and his fabrication of evidence. At a live televised press conference where Vance intends to pronounce Mia guilty, Victoria storms in with federal agents and exposes his crimes on air. Vance is arrested, and Mia is publicly exonerated.

Geologist Hans Lind is assigned to covertly support Westvale's largest coal-mine project, but Bryn Scott sets him up, leaving him buried underground. After escaping death, he returns to his hometown, only to be accused of stealing compensation fund.Surrounded by danger, Hans keeps doing what’s right, and the real culprits eventually pay the price.

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.