
![[ENG DUB] Dancing Toward a Love That's Gone](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Nina Grant has spent five years of marriage chasing the highest honor in dance, a promise made to Ethan Blake’s mother before she was ever truly accepted as his wife. The finish line is finally close. But the marriage that was supposed to be waiting at the end of it has gone quiet in ways Nina can’t name. Ethan is there. He is warm enough.Something essential is simply no longer present in the way he looks at her. Nina keeps dancing because stopping feels like admitting it. But the music is harder to hear over the silence between them.
![[ENG DUB] Dancing Toward a Love That's Gone](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Nina Grant has spent five years of marriage chasing the highest honor in dance, a promise made to Ethan Blake’s mother before she was ever truly accepted as his wife. The finish line is finally close. But the marriage that was supposed to be waiting at the end of it has gone quiet in ways Nina can’t name. Ethan is there. He is warm enough.Something essential is simply no longer present in the way he looks at her. Nina keeps dancing because stopping feels like admitting it. But the music is harder to hear over the silence between them.

Nina Grant has spent five years of marriage chasing the highest honor in dance, a promise made to Ethan Blake’s mother before she was ever truly accepted as his wife. The finish line is finally close. But the marriage that was supposed to be waiting at the end of it has gone quiet in ways Nina can’t name. Ethan is there. He is warm enough.Something essential is simply no longer present in the way he looks at her. Nina keeps dancing because stopping feels like admitting it. But the music is harder to hear over the silence between them.

When Lia catches her arrogant fiancé cheating on Christmas Eve, a steamy one-night stand with a dominant older stranger seems like the perfect revenge. But the next morning brings a terrifying revelation: the ruthless billionaire who handcuffed her to the bed and demanded her total submission is Silas Sterling—her cheating fiancé's father. Buried under her grandmother's crushing medical debts and caught in Silas's dark, possessive obsession, Lia is forced into a dangerous game of taboo seduction...

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?"

Born into wealth, Winona Gray risks her life to save Matthew Finch and ends up paralyzed. To test his love,her father tells her to keep pretending she can't walk. On the eve of their wedding, she plans to rise from her wheelchair and reveal her true identity as the daughter of the powerful Gray family. But before she can, she discovers Matthew's affair with her sworn sister, Rhea Blair—shattering her heart and everything she once believed in.

In the Valenti Family, you're born with a chip. It's fused into the bio-watch on your wrist, its digital face counting down every second you have left to live. Everyone could see the numbers ticking down on my twin sister's watch. And on mine. They all knew she would die on our 18th birthday. So Vivian became the untouchable princess of our brutal world. Every diamond-stitched gown was hers. The rarest jewels were hers. Even our father's last shred of humanity was hers. That single sliver of warmth he showed only after his gun was holstered. I used to pity her. Her time was running out. But God, I envied her. She had everything I never did: our parents' love. Then, the night of her 18th birthday party. My parents worried I'd make a scene. That I'd piss off the Don of an allied Family. So they locked me in the cellar. Damp. Cold. While a deadly fever burned through me. I pounded on the heavy oak door, my voice cracking. "Mamma, please! Let me out! I'm burning up. My head is splitting open…" Outside, my mother's voice was a steel trap. "Enough, Sienna! Today is your sister’s 18th birthday. Her last day alive! Stop the theatrics! Can't you suffer in silence for the Family's honor?" "But I'm really sick..." Her footsteps clicked away, fading into nothing. Then the darkness swallowed me whole. And on my wrist, the bio-watch was flashing a critical alert. CRITICAL ALERT: Vital signs mismatch. Paired chip data incompatible. Please verify user.