

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

In her past life, Celine Ashford was naive and powerless, marrying the man who would ultimately destroy her family and send her to her death. Reborn on the eve of her marriage, she vows to change her fate, ruin those who betrayed her, and protect the family she once lost. Her first move is to break off her engagement and marry her ex-fiance's greatest enemy. With her new husband at her side, Celine takes on her scheming relatives, tears apart every plot against her, and rebuilds her family's fortune. This time, she wants no romance. She wants revenge, success, and a life on her own terms.

Yvette, emotionally damaged and with antisocial tendencies, uses her corporate power to hire the world's top detectives to investigate after her sister Sophia's suicide by jumping. And when she uncovers Sophia's husband's affair back home, she launches a ruthless revenge.

Top defense attorney Alexander Hale has never lost a case in his decades-long career, earning him the nickname """"the Grim Reaper of the Legal World"""" among his peers. On the surface, he secures acquittals for the wealthy and powerful, but in reality, he donates all his earnings to the Hale Justice Foundation, which over fifteen years has funded legal aid for more than three thousand victims who could not afford attorney fees. Twenty years ago, he defended an innocent man in court and secured his release—only to be hunted by gangsters for a decade afterward. His wife later passed away, leaving him to raise his daughter, Clara Hale, alone. Twenty years later, Victor Blackwood, son of New York's wealthiest man Charles Blackwood, abuses his family's power to run rampant. After encountering Clara Hale and her husband Daniel Miller at a restaurant, Victor subjects them to brutal torture. Hale arrives, abandons his role as defense counsel, and takes the plaintiff's seat, confronting his former protégé Ethan Reynolds—who has betrayed him—in a court battle. Even when Charles and Ethan conspire to frame him, triggering an FBI investigation, Hale finds ninety-nine attorneys stepping forward to defend him pro bono in his darkest hour. In the end, Ethan is sentenced to prison, and Charles Blackwood is convicted for a cold case from twenty years ago, bringing justice at last.