

A North Korean spy wakes up inside a 1985 K-drama as the family’s notorious evil stepmother. Armed with a mysterious system and knowledge of the story’s tragic ending, she must raise three children who hate her, rewrite her fate, and survive a life she was never meant to live.

Ella concealed her identity and spent four years married to Ash, yet it proved insufficient to withstand the allure of a first love. Consequently, despite being seven months pregnant, Ella had to endure a harrowing Cesarean section. Leaving behind a divorce agreement, Ella reclaimed her status as the heiress of a wealthy family, driving Ash to the brink of insanity.

After being released from my three-year sentence, Zoe Sanders finally found me in an underground fight club. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me by the collar and punched me across the face, her eyes burning red with fury. "Henry Goldman, who gave you the nerve to disappear like this? "And what the hell have you done to yourself?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed carelessly. "One punch, one hundred thousand. "If you’re still angry, feel free to keep going. I could use the money for this year’s rent." Her fists trembled uncontrollably, but her voice softened. "Come home with me... apologize to Ronald Green. "He’s always been kind-hearted. He already forgave you for framing him." Her gaze swept over the scars covering my body, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like this... what’s the difference between you and a stray dog digging through garbage?" My body stiffened. Then I turned and walked away. What she did not know was this: In prison, blood and violence were the only ways I learned to survive. "Don’t forget," she shouted after me, "I’m still your fiancée!" My footsteps stopped. How could I forget? Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, Ronald drugged me and sent me to a black-market auction. I was stripped of all dignity and sold like merchandise. That night, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. And the person who signed the papers that sold me… was my fiancée herself.

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

Most players run screaming from SSS-class evil spirits, but Luci carries a medical kit and a payment QR code everywhere. On the cursed death train, he writes medical records for every ferocious fiend, gives injections, talks them through their mental troubles, and never forgets to collect payment. Succubi, weeping blood angels, even the Bloody Princesses all line up for his treatment. Who says fighting evil spirits is the only way to survive? Healing them is the ultimate cheat code.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.
![[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...

Alvin Kirkland and Nahla Snider had been inseparable since they were kids. Twenty years of shared memories, inside jokes, and a promise to get engaged on his 25th birthday. But when the day finally came, Alvin walked in on Nahla taking couple-y pics with Jared Whitehead, some underclassman from college. She brushed it off like it was no big deal, kept making excuses for Jared, and expected Alvin to just deal with it. Fed up with her gaslighting, he left a breakup note, packed his bags, and took that overseas job offer without looking back.

I trust you because I've known you for ten years longer than they have.
![[ENG DUB] He Took A Mistress I Took the Sky](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Jiyoung dreamed of becoming a pilot, but an unexpected pregnancy led her to give up her captain’s seat to her husband, Min-gyu, and become a housewife. On their seventh anniversary, she catches him cheating and dies in a plane crash. However, fate has other plans. She wakes up before the tragedy—and this time, she’s ready to take back the sky.