

Isabella had been in an online romance with a man named “Morpheus” for three months. When she noticed the vampire clan crest appearing in the photos he sent her, she was stunned—especially since she happened to work at a vampire museum.Things became even more suspicious when she discovered that the custom-made ring she had designed for Morpheus was being worn by her boss. But her boss already had a partner, making Isabella wonder if she had only been a temporary amusement during his lonely nights.Just when she was lost in doubt, the prestigious vampire prince Cassian arrived at the museum. He became strangely fascinated by the small mole on Isabella’s collarbone. As the two grew closer and the truth slowly came to light, Isabella realized that everything might not be what it seemed—and there was a hidden secret waiting to be uncovered.

In Part Two of GoodChat, Alexa Reddy and Fulop Budavari turn up the fun with games that test their quick wit and sense of humor: from decoding movie titles using only three emojis to a hilarious round of “Kiss, Marry, Kill” featuring Alexa’s former co-stars. The laughs soon give way to reflection as Alexa opens up about her passion for acting, the lessons she’s learned, and the heartfelt advice she’d give her younger self.

At the end of the Qrento era, wars rage across the land. Josh Cohen transmigrates into a hopeless gambler—flat broke, yet with a beautiful wife and a stunning younger sister-in-law. Their home is empty, not even a scrap of food to spare. Just then, his wife, Eloise Sutton, brings a steaming bowl of porridge. “Yesterday… that was my fault. I shouldn’t have drugged you,” she says.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.