

My husband, Dante, is the most untouchable Don of the Vance family in New York. He has one unbreakable rule: After 9 p.m., if he's out on family business, he does not take calls. I understood his devotion to the family, so for five years, I did my best never to disturb him. Until last night, when I was driving alone past the docks and walked straight into an ambush by a rival family's armed men. In a panic, I called Dante, begging him to save me. The phone rang for what felt like forever. When he finally picked up, his voice was ice-cold: "Nora, we've been married a long time. As the Donna of the Vance family, you should know the rules." Then he hung up. That night, I barely escaped the hail of bullets by the skin of my teeth. I spent the night in the hospital. But when I came home the next morning, all I got was a reproachful look. He accused me of interrupting a critical family shipment deal—and of sending a fake distress signal. I knew how hard he worked, so I swallowed my hurt. But later, when I used his computer, I accidentally saw his call log. One contact had been calling him almost every single night—always after nine. For five full years. I knew that number. It belonged to Alexa, the Vance family's Capo. The woman everyone in the family had agreed, for all these years, was the one truly fit to stand beside Dante. In that moment, every ounce of suppressed hurt came flooding back. After I calmed myself, I picked up my phone and found an invitation I'd received a few days ago—to an international art exhibition. And I clicked "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.

Driven to the edge, Rachel Yale makes a desperate gamble—using herself as bait to draw close to Louis Brown, Newfork's most untouchable power figure. He is ruthless, distant, a man said to have no heart. He sees her motives clearly—yet allows her closer. What begins as disdain and indulgent play turns into dangerous attraction. The god of power falls from his pedestal, becoming her shield, her storm, and her only refuge.

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.

On the night of our third anniversary, Killian missed dinner again. Texted me he was working late at the auto shop. I looked at the $5.90 clearance cake on the table. I'd fought a crowd at the grocery store to buy it. I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat. We need to save for a real house in Brooklyn, I told myself. I put the cake in the fridge. I wrapped my cheap coat tight and walked into the cold to deliver late-night takeout for extra cash. I never expected to run into my "poor" husband at a luxury hotel in Manhattan. He stepped out of a Rolls-Royce in a sharp custom suit, tossing hundred-dollar bills to the valet. A hot woman wearing a priceless pigeon-blood ruby followed behind him, hooking his arm. "Killian, it's snowing so hard. Are you really going back to Brooklyn to play house with your naive little peasant wife?" she whined. Killian looked at the cheap, tarnished silver ring on his finger. A hint of softness crossed his cold eyes. "For three years, she worked five jobs a day to pay off the fake debts I made up. She wouldn't even see a doctor when she was sick." "That's enough. She passed my test. Once I deal with the rat in the family, I'll tell her everything. Give her the glory she deserves as my Donna." The woman bit her lip. "What if she finds out you're a Mafia Don and is just after your money? Why not tell her you have a terminal illness—see if she'll drain her savings to save you. Test her one more time…" Killian stayed quiet for a long time. Finally, he nodded. "One last test. After this, I'm giving her the grandest wedding." The freezing wind howled. I gripped the paper takeout bag. Tears rolled down my face without a sound. I am done with this arrogant, lying love.
![[ENG DUB] All or Nothing: The Fatal Gamble](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
After losing his down payment in a gamble, Luke Lovell attempts suicide—but survives. His father, Bryce Lovell, brings him into the casino, secretly plotting to turn every thousand against the house. Amid cheating and hidden dangers, he outsmarts everyone in a high-stakes game, redeeming both father and son. The table remains a warning: greed ruins lives; only by quitting can one see the light.

Waking up in the future President’s bed, the mafia don realized the escort he bought last night was no ordinary male hustler. As deadly secrets turn a paid thrill into raw obsession, are they bound for eternal bedtime secrets—or true love?

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

In a world overrun by monsters, where Beast Soul Ascendants control fate, ordinary delivery worker Samuel Flynn lives a quiet life—until a routine delivery turns deadly.Hunted by a vicious lizard beast, he faces death, only to be chosen by an SSS-grade Beast Soul left behind by the Beast God, awakening a mysterious power that will change his life forever.

Chloe thought she was just an ordinary wife until her husband Noah and her sister Mia betrayed her. But they underestimated her—she is no victim. She is a queen, and revenge is a dish best served cold. After discovering their affair, Chloe devises a systematic plan to strip Noah of everything—his wealth, his company, and his dignity. With the help of her fiercely loyal right-hand man, Liam, she infiltrates the boardroom, exposes their schemes on a public stage, and dismantles Mia's fragile facade piece by piece. What begins as a twisted love triangle soon reveals a deeper conspiracy: the truth behind Chloe's father's mysterious death. From securing control of a billion-dollar corporation to unearthing long-buried secrets, Chloe's quest for justice turns into a sweeping power play. In the end, she rises as the undisputed queen of the empire, with her most dangerous yet loyal ally standing beside her—not as a servant, but as her equal. Revenge is just the beginning. This is a story of betrayal, power, and absolute redemption.

"Eileen, the eldest daughter of the Bennett family, lost her mother at a young age. Growing up overshadowed by her father and his illegitimate daughter Lily, the only person she ever cared for deeply was Alex, her personal bodyguard whom she had hand‑picked. Her father arranged her marriage to Noah, the comatose heir of the Gray family, in exchange for a billion‑dollar deal. Before leaving home, Eileen intended to hand Alex over to Lily, only to stumble upon his desire for Lily as well as his hidden true identity. Private auction events, cliff‑side flower‑gathering, a name tattooed over his heart, vicious dog attacks and ninety‑nine lashes forced Eileen to confront one bitter truth after another: Alex had always put Lily above her. She finally severed their three‑year bond and left for Miami alone to honour her arranged marriage. After Eileen’s departure, Alex uncovered Lily’s long‑running act as a victim. It was Lily who had caused Eileen’s mother’s death, robbed Eileen of her chance at an education, and falsely claimed to be the white‑dressed girl Alex had fallen for at first sight. Realising he had loved the wrong woman and destroyed the one who had truly loved him, Alex meted out punishment to Lily and Mr. Bennett. He then crashed Eileen and Noah’s wedding in an attempt to take her away. Yet Noah had long since woken from his coma. Through years of unsent letters, he revealed he had loved Eileen ever since he was sixteen. Alex sought to atone for his past wrongs: he reopened his old lash wounds, cut out the tattoo, fought savage dogs and staked his life on a desperate gamble, yet none of it could win back Eileen’s trust. In the end, he was shot and slipped into an eternal slumber. Eileen held a new wedding ceremony with Noah, closing the chapter on this story of mistaken affection and ruinous hurt."