
![[ENG DUB] Against the Odds: Cici's Second Act](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
In her past life, Cici was killed by her husband, Yates. However, she miraculously reincarnated and returned to the day she first met Yates's family. This time, Cici decisively chose Yates' uncle, Benson. Despite rumors claiming that Benson was sterile, Cici found herself pregnant with triplets and was spoiled by Benson!

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

"Kyle Hubert, an executor from the Underworld, agrees to Old Mr. Carter's dying request: marry into the Carter family under contract and protect them for three years.Despite his silent guardianship, the Carter family treats him with contempt and betrayal, ultimately expelling him just as the protection period ends. When the Carter family faces deadly calamity once more, they finally learn the truth about Kyle’s sacrifices and desperately beg him to return."

Jessica and Theodore had been in a relationship for many years, and she believed he loved her until she saw his gentle attentions towards another woman. They even quietly registered their marriage, turning Jessica from the official girlfriend into the mistress, which shattered her heart. Later, Theodore did everything for her, but Jessica remained indifferent. It was because on the night he abandoned her, she had been hit by a car, paying with her life to gain a chance at resurrection.

Just a moment ago, after nearly bleeding to death, I gave the Rossi family their heir. But my husband, Carter, the Rossi's underboss, let his confidante, Sofia, film me giving birth just because she said she was bored. She captured everything: me losing control of my body, my screams, my face twisted in agony. Afterward, she took screenshots, turned them into memes, and passed them around a private group chat for the family's inner circle. Through the door of my hospital room, I could hear Sofia's wild laughter. "Carter, this is the best entertainment all year. You always know just what I want." "But Sloane's going to throw a fit when she wakes up and sees it." The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. My eyelids were heavy, and through the haze, I heard Carter's usual, nonchalant tone. "She won't get really mad. You know Sloane. She always does what I tell her." "I'll just have to sweet-talk her a little. Besides, with the heir here now, she wouldn't leave me." My fingers, hidden beneath the silk sheets, clenched into a fist. My mind flooded with everything I had given up for him over the years. Carter had probably forgotten who made him the man who runs these streets. Since you love games so much, I'll play a real one with you. The day I walk away, you will all regret it.
![[ENG DUB] Post Divorce, Master Ford's Remorse](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Calliope Simmons, a former wealthy Young Lady of the Simmons Corporation, turned destitute and poor as the family business was on the verge of bankruptcy. Devastated, her father landed in the hospital. To raise money for her father’s medical bills, Calliope was forced by her stepmother to marry Young Master Preston Ford, a wealthy heir turned vegetative as a result from a car accident. Her life became entwined into the Ford family’s turmoil.

Ella, a girl from a small town, has secretly loved Adam Grant — heir to one of New York's most powerful families — for five years. Urged on by her best friend Chloe (Adam's adopted sister), she marries him in a whirlwind wedding. It takes three years of marriage for her to uncover the devastating truth: the man she loves is obsessed with his own adopted sister, and marrying a nobody like her was nothing more than a cover for their forbidden affair — and, worse, a scheme to use her as a baby-making tool so his sister's child could be swapped in as the family's legitimate heir.Heartbroken, Ella quietly tricks Adam into signing the divorce papers himself and disappears to Europe without a word. One year later, she returns to New York as an internationally renowned jewelry curator. The once-untouchable billionaire heir, meanwhile, has been cast out of the Grant family for his scandal and now scrapes by risking his life in underground car races.He approaches her again and again, repenting, begging for another chance — even throwing himself in front of a runaway car to save her life. But she never looks back. The woman nobody ever truly saw has learned to see herself, and that is enough.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."