

Billionaire CEO Rachel White is about to marry her boyfriend Cody Gill.To support his career, she keeps a low profile and goes to the airport to pick up her future mother-in-law, Lola George. Lola is a snob who mistakes Cody’s mistress, Lydia Harris—dressed to impress and flattering the mother-in-law—for “the CEO daughter-in-law.”Meanwhile,she mistakes Rachel for the mistress and humiliates her mercilessly.

Pregnant Phoenix was stunned when her husband Adam's ex, Miranda, appeared with a child. The shock turned to devastation when Miranda pushed her down the stairs; Adam believed Miranda's lies and abandoned his miscarrying wife. Unbeknownst to them, Phoenix is a billionaire heiress and the world-renowned artist Angel. Now, Phoenix discards her disguise, ready to claim her power and exact vengeance.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

Rosia Vear, a modern party girl who enjoys clubbing and flirting with handsome men, has an accident and transmigrates into a fantasy female-dominated world. She awakens as a dying non-kin princess who has four beautiful male consorts. With her life counter at zero, she discovers she can extend her lifespan by successfully conquering the hearts of her four male consorts. As a modern woman experienced with men, she believes this will be easy. However, she soon realizes that her consorts aren't the simple, submissive beautiful men they appear to be...

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Dailin grew up in an orphanage. On her 25th birthday, she got a call from the richest man in the world and learned she was the Crawford family’s long-lost biological daughter—who had been missing for twenty years. Overjoyed, she wanted to share the shocking news with her boyfriend of seven years, Logan, who was in financial trouble. But outside his door, she caught Logan cheating with her best friend, Mia. As she listened through the door, she heard the cruel truth: Logan had only been using her and had come to look down on her. Her heart shattered, and she chose without hesitation to go back to her father—the richest man in the world. A week later, at the Crawford family’s formal welcome gala, Logan and Mia schemed their way into the outer reception. Not only did Logan mock and humiliate Dailin, who was dressed to the nines, but he also publicly accused her of stealing it when a priceless necklace went missing. Desperate to impress the world’s richest man, Logan grabbed Dailin’s purse and searched it—unaware that he was about to face the full fury of the Crawford family and a downfall he would never recover from.