

Lena Duncan lost her parents in a fire, leaving her with a huge debt and the responsibility of caring for her young brother. On her birthday, she met Allen, a debt collector, and their lives became intertwined when they discovered they shared the same birthday and had similar experiences. Allen, impressed by Lena's resilience, gave her extra time to repay her debts and helped her on several occasions. Lena's talent with numbers earned her a position at Allen's company. As they worked together, their bond grew stronger and feelings began to develop between them. They faced conflicts in the criminal underworld, family disputes, and even an arson threat. Allen sought revenge and reclaimed power for Lena. In the end, they let go of their past and reopened "Lena's Restaurant" together, eventually getting married and living happily ever after.
![[ENG DUB] An Unbeatable Bodyguard Stayed for Love](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Marcus Jones, a top-tier powerhouse known as the Pluto, returns to the country under a marriage contract to protect Chantal Lawson, the CEO of the Lawson Group. Upon his first encounter with Shayla Anson, captain of the National Security Bureau, he reveals a glimpse of his true identity, and the two unexpectedly share a one-night affair. At a restaurant, Marcus fends off the international assassin Mary, exposes Briana Shelton—Chantal's close friend—as a mole, and repeatedly foils the Harrison family's assassination attempts and business schemes aimed at seizing an anti-cancer project. Facing sniper attacks head-on, subduing Draco of the Axes, and effortlessly crushing the assassin, the Dog, Marcus proves himself an unstoppable force.

Marcus Jones, a top-tier powerhouse known as the Pluto, returns to the country under a marriage contract to protect Chantal Lawson, the CEO of the Lawson Group. Upon his first encounter with Shayla Anson, captain of the National Security Bureau, he reveals a glimpse of his true identity, and the two unexpectedly share a one-night affair. At a restaurant, Marcus fends off the international assassin Mary, exposes Briana Shelton—Chantal's close friend—as a mole, and repeatedly foils the Harrison family's assassination attempts and business schemes aimed at seizing an anti-cancer project. Facing sniper attacks head-on, subduing Draco of the Axes, and effortlessly crushing the assassin, the Dog, Marcus proves himself an unstoppable force.

"The Don of the Falcieri family was assassinated by a rival family, leaving behind his widowed wife, Livia. His younger brother, my husband Caius, took his place as Don. With the title came a duty: to secure the Falcieri bloodline by putting a child in his brother's widow. ""Alessia's been barren for years. It falls to Livia to do what she couldn't. The Falcieri family cannot be without an heir."" The Madre's voice dripped with scorn. Caius held me close, whispering promises. ""As soon as Livia is pregnant, I swear I'll never touch her again."" ""Alessia, you're the only one I love."" Three months, and he hasn't set foot in our bedroom. After he ignored me in front of everyone, choosing Livia time and time again, I finally left. I took what was mine and left one thing behind: a DNA test. It was my final gift to Caius."

Jane Arnold was imprisoned on her wedding day after being falsely accused of killing Francis Wooten's sister Jennifer Wooten. Jane gave birth to her daughter Bunny in prison. Years later, Bunny reunites with Francis but faces harassment and schemes from Francis' admirer, Sonia Thompson. By chance, Bunny meets her mother Jane Arnold, who now goes by Jean Smith. Mother and daughter work tirelessly to uncover the truth and clear their names, discovering that Sonia was the real killer. However, Sonia kidnaps Bunny. To save her daughter, Jane must agree to Sonia's unreasonable demands, but Sonia secretly plans to kill them both. Fortunately, Francis arrives in time to save the mother and daughter.

I’m the Chief Counsel for Donatello Vexille, the Godfather of the Vexille family. I’m also his secret wife. At night, he’d pull me close, take me with a ragged violence, leaving his marks on me, a brutal claim I couldn’t refuse. But by day, I was just his lawyer. All he had for me were cold commands. We lived like that for three years. I decided I was done. But he couldn’t know. When I handed him the divorce papers, disguised as a bill of lading, and he signed his name, a breath I didn’t know I was holding finally escaped me. I chased him for seven years and was married to him for three. Whatever was left of my heart finally flatlined. I knew I could never have his. Because it already belonged to someone else: Angelina, his underboss’s sister. He remembered her favorite restaurant. He got blind drunk with joy when she filed for divorce. He even posted his personal guards outside her door. Those were honors I never had. So I tricked him into signing the papers, packed my things, and vanished. What I didn't expect was what he did after I left. He put a king's ransom on my location, and even announced to the whole world that I was his wife.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.