

John Brooke has spent years doing construction work to put his girlfriend through school. The day she finally graduates, he shows up with a ring.She shows up with news that she's marrying his best friend. The whole humiliating scene plays out right in front of Luna Taylor, CEO of Taylor Group, who happens to be passing by. She sees in John something she rarely encounters— genuine goodness. On impulse, Luna proposes. He says yes. John's ex watches the man she discarded walk into a life she couldn't have imagined for him and realizes too late exactly what she threw away.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he had 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.

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

Sold by her boyfriend to the mafia king Vincenzo as his contract bride, Violet plans her escape. Yet she discovers Vincenzo's heart of gold... that belongs to her. When danger strikes, Vincenzo saves Violet and suffers grave injuries, leading her to marry him out of duty and gratitude. But during their wedding ceremony, an assassination plot unfolds…
![[ENG DUB] I'm the Target, and the Trap](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Elly Ward knows money isn't everything—but without it, nothing works. Using her skills and smarts, she seizes every chance to get ahead, whether at school or in the business world. Life is steady—until a new sponsored student arrives, shaking everything up. She soon realizes the people around her are playing a strange new game… and she's their target.
![[ENG DUB] Kim Is Mission Impossible](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Kimberly and Darren, never having met even once, had been married for three years. Few people knew of their marriage. One night, she accidentally entered the wrong room and had a wild night with a man she thought was a stranger. The next day, she left behind ten dollars for the man and ran away, not knowing that he was actually her husband. Upon returning to her work, Kimberly was surprised that the new CEO was the man from her wild night...

With a sharp gunshot, my husband of twenty years, Marcus De Luca, rushed in front of me and took the bullet for me. As he lay dying, he spoke gently. “Nerina, live well.” I held him in my arms. My tears kept falling as I pressed hard against the wound in his chest. But he only touched my hair. His eyes fell on Vivian’s body. “She’s dead. I have no reason to live either.” It felt like a bullet had gone through my head. All the blood in my body froze. “She suffered in Sicily for twenty years.” “She finally came back, and now she died in front of me.” “Please stay alive. Bury me with her.” “If there is another life, don’t let her go to Sicily in your place again.” “Please make us whole.” His hand fell. My world collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of Marcus’s father. The old Don looked at me. “Your wedding with Marcus is set for three days from now.” I lifted my head and spoke calmly. “Marcus’s bride should not be me. It should be Vivian.” “As for Sicily, I’ll go.”

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.

The hero falls, trapped behind bars: Federal War God Jarvis Cameron suffers mutual destruction battling the king-level beast Bashe, losing all his power. But instead of honor, he faces betrayal and framing from the great families led by the Wooley and Scott clans. Jarvis is falsely accused of causing millions of casualties, thrown into prison, and scheduled for public execution.