

Six years ago, heiress Milo left penniless Asher to save her failing family, keeping her pregnancy a secret. Now a ruthless tech billionaire still bitter about the past, Asher reunites with Milo at a gala — she's now a desperate single mom, scrambling to pay for their son Leo's life-saving heart surgery. As the truth of her sacrifice unfolds, a guilt-stricken Asher sets out to win her back, secures top care for their son, brings the real culprit to justice, and earns his second chance at love...

"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."

In the Valenti Family, you're born with a chip. It's fused into the bio-watch on your wrist, its digital face counting down every second you have left to live. Everyone could see the numbers ticking down on my twin sister's watch. And on mine. They all knew she would die on our 18th birthday. So Vivian became the untouchable princess of our brutal world. Every diamond-stitched gown was hers. The rarest jewels were hers. Even our father's last shred of humanity was hers. That single sliver of warmth he showed only after his gun was holstered. I used to pity her. Her time was running out. But God, I envied her. She had everything I never did: our parents' love. Then, the night of her 18th birthday party. My parents worried I'd make a scene. That I'd piss off the Don of an allied Family. So they locked me in the cellar. Damp. Cold. While a deadly fever burned through me. I pounded on the heavy oak door, my voice cracking. "Mamma, please! Let me out! I'm burning up. My head is splitting open…" Outside, my mother's voice was a steel trap. "Enough, Sienna! Today is your sister’s 18th birthday. Her last day alive! Stop the theatrics! Can't you suffer in silence for the Family's honor?" "But I'm really sick..." Her footsteps clicked away, fading into nothing. Then the darkness swallowed me whole. And on my wrist, the bio-watch was flashing a critical alert. CRITICAL ALERT: Vital signs mismatch. Paired chip data incompatible. Please verify user.
![[ENG DUB] Reuniting With the Wife I Lost](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
After a one-night fling, Cindy Ryan finds herself pregnant with Collins Lloyd's child, a son named Bryce. Six years later, Collins discovers the truth and begins searching for his son. During this time, Cindy's connection with Collins deepens as they work together at the Lloyd Group, and sparks of romance start to fly between them. As they navigate a series of challenges, Bryce eventually claims his rightful place in the Lloyd family, and Cindy, leveraging her son's connection to the powerful family, begins living a life of luxury and security.

All eyes are on the Burke family's only heir, Hugh Burke, as he returns home and is swarmed by the media. Just then, his cousin publicly announces a wife search—only for a little girl, Lorna, to show up calling Hugh "Daddy." He denies it, but a DNA test is set in motion.Lorna's mother, Verna, is in prison. Fearing for her daughter's safety, she sent her to find Hugh. But to Hugh, Verna is the woman who once betrayed and abandoned him for money and power.Lorna's sudden appearance becomes the key to unraveling years of heartbreak and misunderstanding—giving Hugh and Verna a second chance at love.

My boyfriend's childhood friend got knocked up. To save her rep, Quentin Palmer married her. When I asked what that meant for me—and our baby—he stayed ice-calm. "Rainee's not like you. I'm all she's got. She wouldn't survive the gossip." Like I had anyone else? Like I wasn't carrying his baby too? Later, while people laughed behind my back about the "fatherless" kid I was having, Quentin just stood there—next to Rainee, silent. That's when it hit me—love comes with a pecking order. So I ended the pregnancy. Gave up my baby... all so he could play the hero for her.

After a one-night fling, Cindy Ryan finds herself pregnant with Collins Lloyd's child, a son named Bryce. Six years later, Collins discovers the truth and begins searching for his son. During this time, Cindy's connection with Collins deepens as they work together at the Lloyd Group, and sparks of romance start to fly between them. As they navigate a series of challenges, Bryce eventually claims his rightful place in the Lloyd family, and Cindy, leveraging her son's connection to the powerful family, begins living a life of luxury and security.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.