

Damian Chris is a paid lover who does whatever it takes for money. Desperate to save his seriously ill younger sister, he juggles relationships with Lilith, the daughter of a mafia boss, and Kaitlyn, a cold, powerful CEO. He showers Lilith with tender care while playing the ever-available partner for Kaitlyn. Planning to disappear once he earns enough for his sister's surgery, Damian never expects Kaitlyn to stumble upon his sister's medical report and mistake it for his own terminal diagnosis. The usually domineering CEO suddenly begins showing concern in her own awkward way, while Lilith loses her appetite and peace of mind after his departure.

As an orphan and Dylan Pitt's bodyguard, Scarlet Novak stands by him through every rise and fall, yet never truly obeys him. To break her defiance, he torments her under the guise of his first love—but she refuses to yield and even fakes her death to escape. Desperate, he brings her back and erases her memories through hypnosis, only to realize that a world without her means nothing to him.

Everyone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”

I have never been good at pretending not to notice when someone is manipulating me. When I was fourteen, a girl in my math class slipped a cheat sheet onto my desk as the teacher walked down our row. “Hold this for me,” she whispered. “Just until the test is over.” She expected me to hide it. Instead, I raised my hand. “Ms. Carter, Jenna put her cheat sheet on my desk and asked me to keep it for her.” No one at school ever asked me to “hold” something for them again. Then Lorenzo Moretti, Don of one of New York’s oldest families, found me and told me I was the daughter he’d lost twenty-five years ago. He held a dinner to introduce me to the family. Before I arrived, Sofia—the daughter they had raised—hid my place card and took the seat between my parents. “I’ve sat here for twenty-one years,” she said sweetly. “You don’t mind, do you?” Everyone expected me to smile, sit somewhere else, and prove I wasn’t a threat. I put my place card back on the table. “If this seat means nothing, why did you need mine?” Sofia cried. My mother rushed to comfort her, my three brothers followed her out, and my father lectured me about keeping the peace. It wasn’t the first time. They had missed three of my birthdays for Sofia, given her the bracelet engraved with my name, and turned the rooms promised to me into her private studio. Every broken promise came with a reasonable excuse, but every excuse ended the same way: Sofia came first, and I was expected to understand. They all believed I would tolerate anything for the Moretti name, their money, and their protection. The next morning, they abandoned me at the courthouse during my name-change appointment because Sofia claimed she couldn’t breathe. So I withdrew the petition, kept the name my adoptive mother gave me, and moved out with one suitcase. But after I left, why did every one of them regret it?

Last night I received notice that the Family was cutting me loose. The explanation was flimsy: my thinking was outdated, I refused to modernize, and I was seriously obstructing the Family's expansion. That morning, my fiance stopped me in the corridor, his expression icy. "Kelly was right. Someone as stubborn and inflexible as you only holds the Family back. "And don't blame me for cutting you. You offended someone you shouldn't have." Kelly leaned against the railing, surrounded by her men, and watched me with a smug smile. She was the Don's own niece. Two weeks earlier, she had been parachuted in to take over the Family's core operations, using reform as an excuse to purge every elder. At the Family meeting yesterday, I rejected her reckless expansion plan in front of everyone. Kelly shot me a cold glance from the crowd, contempt sharpening her voice. "Certain old relics who can't move with the times outlived their usefulness long ago. Clinging to power only drags the whole Family down. "If you know what's good for you, get out." My expression remained unreadable. Without a word, I signed the papers withdrawing from the Family. What she didn't know was that I had never needed to stay in this Family. Someone had begged me to stay and hold it together. Then I posted on Instagram. "I have left the Family. I look forward to seeing what comes next." The moment the post went live, the entire underworld erupted.

Mafia Don Cesare slaughters Helena's fiancé and family on her wedding day, forcing her into a hellish marriage. For seven years, Helena endures his cruel obsession until she fakes her death and flees pregnant. But when Cesare hunts her down, the bloody truth shatters everything she ever believed...

The day my girlfriend got back together with her first love, I boarded a plane bound for Brindlewood. She told her first love, "Craig was just a fling. I won't have anything to do with him anymore. From now on, I'll only be by your side." Her friends all worried I might cause a scene. But they didn't know—this time, I wasn't going to make a fuss. Before leaving for Brindlewood, I had promised my mentor I'd join his medical research program. In just two weeks, I'd lose all contact with the outside world and dive into a secret project for the next ten years. From that moment on, there would be no ties between me and her anymore.

The day my girlfriend got back together with her first love, I boarded a plane bound for Brindlewood. She told her first love, "Craig was just a fling. I won't have anything to do with him anymore. From now on, I'll only be by your side." Her friends all worried I might cause a scene. But they didn't know—this time, I wasn't going to make a fuss. Before leaving for Brindlewood, I had promised my mentor I'd join his medical research program. In just two weeks, I'd lose all contact with the outside world and dive into a secret project for the next ten years. From that moment on, there would be no ties between me and her anymore.
![[ENG DUB] Her Kiss Left a Flame](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Jessica discovers a story on her fiancé's brother Liam's computer and mistakes it for his secret crush on her. This misunderstanding accidentally leads to a contract marriage between them. Both believe the other is obsessed, and their imagined feelings gradually turn real. But when the truth comes to light, they assume their love is one-sided and painfully divorce. Only after losing Jessica does Liam realize he has long been in love with her, and he becomes determined to win her back.
![[ENG DUB] Apocalypse Romance System](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
When the apocalypse hit, and 90% of humanity turned into zombies,I, Oliver Burton, accidentally activated the Romance System. To my surprise, it didn't just apply to humans, and I ended up bound to Emily, a beautiful zombie girl. By feeding her raw meat, I slowly gained affection points. Things got complicated when my treacherous neighbors, Jack and Katie, demanded food. I saw through their plans and refused. A conflict brewed as they plotted a raid, but I was already one step ahead.