
![[ENG DUB] A Night He Planned for Years](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Elite lawyer Kylin Taylor walks into a cafe and finds her fiance Zane Walker attending tenderly to his mistress. She doesn't make a scene. That night, she slides a condom into a legal contract and hands it to Zane's closest friend, David Evans, Eryland's most talked-about playboy. "Hotel tonight? It's on me." What begins as cold, surgical revenge becomes something stranger: she uses David to deliver Zane a humiliation; David plays along with every sign of enjoying himself.But as the game deepens, he drops the act entirely and and starts betting everything he has on her instead of the thrill. Kylin realizes, with a jolt, that she never had control of this board to begin with. Someone laid these pieces into position ten years ago, and it wasn't her.

A devoted wife is buried alive by her husband and his mistress. She survives. Now she's back—not as the woman they betrayed, but as someone else. Someone with money. Power. And a score to settle. Revenge is a dish best served cold. But Lena's revenge is served with a new face, a new name, and a partner who has just as much to lose.

Born into wealth as a corporate puppet, Leah conceals her icy brutality beneath a facade of gentleness. To escape a toxic engagement and her controlling family, she plots a murder. When Shelly—a desperate underground fighter she once saved—crashes back into her life,drowning in gambling debts, Leah makes her a deal: become her obedient "dog." At first, Leah sees Shelly as a toy, but in this game of control and surrender, this sharpest blade becomes her only weakness. What begins as mutual exploitation spirals into an obsession that could destroy them both.

Elite lawyer Kylin Taylor walks into a cafe and finds her fiance Zane Walker attending tenderly to his mistress. She doesn't make a scene. That night, she slides a condom into a legal contract and hands it to Zane's closest friend, David Evans, Eryland's most talked-about playboy. "Hotel tonight? It's on me." What begins as cold, surgical revenge becomes something stranger: she uses David to deliver Zane a humiliation; David plays along with every sign of enjoying himself.But as the game deepens, he drops the act entirely and and starts betting everything he has on her instead of the thrill. Kylin realizes, with a jolt, that she never had control of this board to begin with. Someone laid these pieces into position ten years ago, and it wasn't her.

Anne Cooke is about to get married when she discovers her fiance has been cheating. With her mother gravely ill and five years of love too heavy to just drop, she swallows it, until the sleeplessness becomes unbearable and she wanders into a traditional medicine clinic. There she meets James Young,and something shifts. On impulse she propositions him. Just one night. What she doesn't know is that James already knows exactly who she is, and has quietly decided to help her find her way back to herself. Through carefully prescribed remedies and steadier conversations, he walks beside her as she slowly remembers she has a spine. On her wedding day, she exposes her fiance in front of everyone and walks away with her head up. By then the feelings between Anne and James have long stopped being subtle, and the revelation that he comes from money and that his mother once knew hers feels less like a plot twist and more like something that was always going to happen. He proposes in the same clinic where they first met.

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.

Ordinary young man Luke Myers transmigrates to an apocalyptic world overrun by supernatural creatures called horrors. However, he discovers that when others see horrifying, blood-soaked S-rank malevolent spirits and horror lords, he sees charming girls such as cute lolis, elegant ladies,and everything in between, each with distinct personalities.

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.

Dylan, a revered figure of Mount Colon, fails in meditation and awakens in the body of a ridiculed "simp." When forced into a marriage of convenience, he demands dowry upfront. Criticized for his temper, he retorts, "You're so nice—why not just tolerate it?" A live-in husband? In his world, no one can stop him from being arrogant!

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.