

After a contest of strength with Pope Pari, the protagonist Percy won Pari's approval. Pari hoped Percy would succeed him as Pope, but Percy declined, deciding first to search for his origins. Guided by the Pope, Percy arrived in Crow Territory, rescued his sister, and reached the Cohen family. The Cohen family was being invaded by the Ross family. At the critical moment, Percy's mother told him the truth about his origins and urged him to flee. Moved, Percy defeated the invading Brienne and his daughter Fiona, and also encountered Mia of the Outflow Church, who had been searching for him.Brienne and his daughter were rescued by the fallen mage Cru and subjected to evil transformations. While escorting Mia back, Percy came upon mages besieging the transformed Fiona, now an evil dragon, and intervened to defeat the dragon. Cru extracted the dragon bloodline from Brienne and infused it into Fiona, triggering her second evolution into an even more powerful evil dragon. She defeated Percy and tried to kill him. Mia risked her life to save Percy, but was gravely wounded and near death. Percy awakened the Sun God’s blessing, healed Mia, transformed into a seraph, and slew Fiona. Cru fled in resentment. After returning Mia to the Church, Percy once again refused the papacy and chose to hunt down Cru.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he had 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.
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Three years later, when they reunited, Donna's first words to Henry were: "Mr. Ferrell, let's have a fake marriage."Having been deceived out of her fortune by the boyfriend she had supported for years, Donna finally realized the price she had paid. Well, if that's the case, she'd just switch to a different man.At the civil affairs office, Henry grabbed her arm tightly: "I never said I wouldn't agree."

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.