

Northvale's Lady General Lea Mayer returns triumphant from the northern campaigns to visit her sister Ayla. Due to her worn military attire, she's scorned and looked down upon by Ayla's husband, Zaiden. Ayla desperately defends Lea, only to be cruelly betrayed and abandoned by Zaiden. Unable to tolerate this treatment any longer, Lea decides to teach Zaiden's family a lesson on the spot.

Switched at birth, noble girl Leah is framed by the fake heiress Megan and suffers brutal abuse that leaves her disabled. Luckily, she meets William, who is secretly pretending to be an idiot. As the truth unfolds, the villains are punished. Leah severs ties with her biased family and finds her own happiness.
![[ENG DUB] Survive or Die: Hearts Under My Whip](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Sandra Lovell, a corporate slave obsessed with the maiden game, wakes up as Lilith, the villainess who abused four devil butlers and met a deadly end. Holding a whip over the beaten Lyle, she faces Karlos and Mordred’s burning hatred. A system warns: win over your butlers to lower their corruption levels—or die. With Jormund on the brink, the first death plot has begun.

Sandra Lovell, a corporate slave obsessed with the maiden game, wakes up as Lilith, the villainess who abused four devil butlers and met a deadly end. Holding a whip over the beaten Lyle, she faces Karlos and Mordred’s burning hatred. A system warns: win over your butlers to lower their corruption levels—or die. With Jormund on the brink, the first death plot has begun.

Leah Sinclair and Fiona Sinclair had their identities switched for eighteen years. After Leah returned to her biological family, her parents doted on Fiona more than her. To steal Leah's fiancé, Vincent Parker, Fiona poisoned Vincent’s sister, Yvonne, and framed Leah, resulting in Leah being sent to a reform boot camp for three years. There, Leah endured inhumane treatment and lost one leg. No one believed Leah was innocent until Yvonne woke up...

A brilliant OB-GYN discovers her husband’s betrayal mid-surgery—his mistress is her patient. Humiliated, pregnant, and out for justice, she exposes their lies in a viral showdown that destroys reputations and reclaims her power.

In my previous life, the maid's daughter had swiped my spare card until everyone believed she was the real heiress. When she planted cheat notes on me, no one believed the heiress they adored was a fraud. Father spent his last favors hunting for the truth, only to be reported by her for bribery. The company's stock nosedived, the firm collapsed, and I ended up on the streets, my face slashed by debt collectors until I died in disgrace. Then I woke up in River High, with a second chance to take it all back.

Underworld queen Cecilia quits the game to be a housewife for her wife-crazed husband until his manipulative ex-girlfriend comes back with a rich backer to kick her out at a family banquet.She slaps the ungrateful sister-in-law, chokes the ex, leaks the mother-in-law's cheating pics, and then fakes helplessness the second her husband shows up to destroy the ex. After he beats the crap out of the ex, Cecilia leans down to sneer in her ear: "I can wipe out your whole family in 2 seconds.How dare you mess with me?"

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.