

Four years was enough to drag Henry Smith, heir to M City’s wealthiest family, down from the heights of luxury to a mere bar porter. It was also long enough for David, a bodyguard once subjected to abuse, to rise into a ruthless kingpin controlling the local mafia. Vengeance consumed David entirely. He meticulously laid a dual snare woven from money and affection, watching Henry sink deeper and deeper until he was publicly disgraced and ruined. Yet the moment his revenge was complete, David felt nothing but an empty void in his heart—he had long since fallen for Henry amid their bitter game. As David chased the man he thought he hated, buried truths slowly came to light. It was Charles, who had obsessed over Henry for years, that orchestrated the death of David’s mother and the collapse of the Smith family fortune. The life-saving funds Henry had secretly transferred had been intercepted by Ethan on Charles’ orders. When David turned his blade toward the true villain, he realized he had wronged the love of his life. Having walked the path from hatred to profound love, he resolved to spend the rest of his days making amends for their belated beginning.
![[ENG DUB] Touch My Daughter, Face the Consequences](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Tang Yin, a reclusive master, lived quietly in the marketplace running a butcher shop. His only daughter, Tang Xiaolei, was humiliated by her fiancé and driven to fall from a building. Casting aside his low‑key life, he pursued the wrongdoers through legal channels, cooperated with the police to expose his former sworn brother Lin Long—who was involved in cross‑border smuggling—and worked with an undercover agent to gather solid evidence, bringing all the underworld forces to justice. In protecting his family, he also restored peace to the city, found warmth and love, and with justice and responsibility, safeguarded the safety of thousands of homes.

Tricia Harman is a seemingly ordinary delivery rider and mother with extraordinary motorcycle riding skills. When the coach of a struggling racing team discovers her talent, her life takes a dramatic turn. For years, she has endured brutal domestic abuse from her husband and constant mockery from professional racers who dismiss her as a low-class woman who belongs at home.Determined to build a better future for herself and her daughter, ricia braves prejudice and steps onto the professional racing track.

On Mia Larson’s birthday, her mother, who had been her anchor, passed away. Her husband, Nick Ford, did not celebrate her birthday, nor did he attend her mother’s funeral. Instead, he was at the airport, picking up his one true love.
![[ENG DUB] Plot's Mine, Heart's Mine, Deal With It](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Zoe Brown, a modern office worker, burns the midnight oil reading a novel—until she wakes up as the story’s clumsy heroine. Facing a cold-hearted male lead, a scheming adoptive sister, and clueless parents, she snaps, exposing their lies. But after one fiery showdown, she realizes the man’s overwhelming power leaves her trapped with nowhere to run.

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.

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

When Christopher is betrayed by the homeless man he once saved, he loses his job as bank president, his wife, and ends up in prison for a crime he didn't commit. Now the imposter is after his daughter, and Christopher vows to break out of prison and use his high power connections to enact justice.

The day I found out I was pregnant with twins, I saw my mate, Alpha Viggo, bringing another she-wolf to her prenatal check-up. I froze on the spot, the pregnancy report crumpling in my fist. That night, he looked at me with ice in his eyes. The same man who once kissed every inch of my body. The same man who swore he was mine and mine alone. “She’s carrying my pup. Her wolf is unstable. You will brew her calming tonics. Every single day.” “She's sensitive. She can't sleep without my scent. So move your things to the west wing. Make room for her.” The huge villa fell deathly silent. My wolf howled—a sharp, wounded cry. Pain from our mate bond ripped through my soul. But I didn't shed a single tear. I just calmly grabbed the suitcase I’d already packed and walked toward the door. The guards tried to stop me, but Viggo didn’t even glance up. “She’ll be back,” he said, swirling the wine in his glass, his Alpha arrogance on full display. “Three days. That’s all she’ll last. Her wolf will drive her mad without my touch. She’ll come crawling back, begging.” The pack members and allies who had come for our ceremony erupted in laughter. A few of them even made a bet right in front of me, wagering a million-dollar aurora ore mine. They bet I’d be torn apart by the fear of going rogue and be on my knees by midnight, begging Viggo to let me back in. But they had no idea. My birth father had already secretly sent our family token. My pack was already waiting. This time, I would shatter our bond for good.
![[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.