

When Lia catches her arrogant fiancé cheating on Christmas Eve, a steamy one-night stand with a dominant older stranger seems like the perfect revenge. But the next morning brings a terrifying revelation: the ruthless billionaire who handcuffed her to the bed and demanded her total submission is Silas Sterling—her cheating fiancé's father. Buried under her grandmother's crushing medical debts and caught in Silas's dark, possessive obsession, Lia is forced into a dangerous game of taboo seduction...

Waking up in the future President’s bed, the mafia don realized the escort he bought last night was no ordinary male hustler. As deadly secrets turn a paid thrill into raw obsession, are they bound for eternal bedtime secrets—or true love?

Living under her stepfamily’s roof, meek Leah has to share a bed with her rebellious stepsister Isla on a stormy night. Her mind says stay in line, but her body starts to want more. Caught between desire, guilt, and fear, she falls into a dangerous forbidden attraction.

A three-year-old boy shows up at a mansion on a rainy night, clutching a worn teddy bear and a hospital bill—demanding his billionaire father pay three years of child support. The family tries to bury the truth, but the boy carries his late mother's secret: a recording pen sewn inside the teddy. Piece by piece, the lies unravel—deleted texts, forged transfers, and the vicious scheme that drove his mother away. The real villain? The elegant grandmother, who deemed a commoner's blood unworthy. Justice arrives. A father finds his son. A mother's final wish comes true.

On the night of their tenth anniversary, Gabe Gibson finds a cheating video in the company group chat. His heart sinks as he recognizes the red mark on the woman’s foot—Sonia’s. Her excuse of being too busy suddenly feels like a lie. Sonia rushes home with smooth explanations, easily winning back his trust. But when she brazenly brings another man home, Gabe realizes the fool he’s been. Enough is enough.

Oh, no! I'm the werewolf princess, and I woke up in the Vampire King's bed?!

Ever since my wife had that oversized custom sofa delivered, she'd been sleeping in the living room every night. Whenever I tried to bring her back to the bedroom, she brushed me off with the same excuse—she was tired. Sometimes, she even locked the bedroom door from the outside. I would hear muffled, muffled sounds coming from the living room late into the night. The door wouldn't open again until the next morning. I couldn't take it anymore. The day she gave birth, she had just been wheeled out of the delivery room, still lying on the hospital bed, too weak to even sit up. I refused to hold the baby. Instead, I told her I wanted a divorce. Her eyes turned red as she stared at me. "Just because I've been sleeping on the couch every night, you're divorcing me, right after I give birth to our child?" I didn't hesitate. "Yeah."

Every night, Leo shares intimate encounters with a mysterious man in his dreams. He thinks it is nothing more than a psychological condition. But after his mother marries into a wealthy family, he is horrified to find out that the man who possesses him fiercely in his dreams is none other than his new step‑brother. Worse still, his step‑brother harbors twisted desires for his body. The forbidden game has officially begun.

Lexi goes undercover as a mafia king’s long-lost sister to save her kidnapped mother—and destroy him. But nothing goes according to plan. He trusts her. Falls for her.Wants her. And the deeper she goes, the more dangerous it becomes to walk away. Because when the lies fall apart—he’s not letting her go.

I was born a liar. That was the label my mother gave me. In the Dark Moon Pack, every pup carries a Lunar Mark on their wrist. Green means truth. Red means liar. My twin sister Maya slashed Mommy's ceremonial dress with a blade and blamed the pack hounds. Her wrist stayed soft and green. My mark went crimson when I said I was cold. "Mommy, I'm telling the truth. Please believe me." Elena would crouch down, look me in the eye, and say the same thing every time. "The Goddess's mark is absolute, Selena. Your own heart betrays you." She never touched me. She just looked at my wrist with disgust. No matter how honest I tried to be, my heart would race when I was scared. And every time my pulse spiked, the mark turned red. I lied when I said I was hungry. I lied when I said I loved her. I lied when I cried. After enough years, I stopped fighting back. I started to believe her. Maybe I really was broken. Maybe I was just born wrong. The night I died, I wrote one last line in my Penance Journal. "Mommy, help me. It hurts. Please — just believe me once." She never saw it. She had already locked the door and walked away. I'm sorry, Mommy. I died still trying to get it right. In my next life — will you hold me?