

In the eternal night of the vampire realm, Isolde believed she had found true forever with Alaric Voss — the Golden Heir who publicly abandoned the Vampire Throne for her, a woman from the slums. For years he built blood empires in her name, knelt under the blood moon, and swore she was his only salvation. Then she discovered the truth. Behind her back, Alaric had maintained a secret life with his childhood companion Evelina Rizzo. Together they had twin sons who carried his crimson eyes. Heartbroken and pregnant, Isolde made a single, irreversible decision. With the help of her oldest confidante Selene, she staged her own death in a catastrophic silver-flame curse during their wedding renewal ceremony. The hall burned.

On her birthday, Serena, the chairwoman of Wall Street's Sterling Consortium, discovers that her husband, Hunter, has been using her trust fund to buy luxury cars for his mistress Chloe. At the scene of a car accident, Chloe arrogantly humiliates Serena, never realizing that she has crossed the wrong woman. At a lavish charity gala, Serena makes a stunning entrance and publicly exposes the ugly truth about Hunter and Chloe. She immediately sets divorce and asset forfeiture proceedings in motion, making the two betrayers pay dearly for their betrayal.

A deadly shipwreck. One glance, and mermaid Serena falls for Marcus, bleeding herself dry to save him. But he chooses her scheming stepsister instead. Heartbroken, Serena becomes the Sea Emperor Julian's bride. When Marcus finally learns the truth, regret drives him into the sea—but Serena has already found her true love.

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.

During finals week, Rory is suddenly transported into a novel,becoming a notorious wastrel heir who lives disguised as a man. She knows the story well: the male lead, Yisroel, will one day become emperor, while she is destined to be a disposable minor villain erased after his ascension. To escape this fate, Rory must keep up her "playboy" persona while carefully earning Yisroel's favor.What she doesn't expect is that, along the way, Yisroel begins to fall for her.

Isabella loved testing me. Right after graduation, she made me take on her $5 million mortgage. I refused. So she turned around and bought the campus heartthrob an $8 million mansion—in cash. She smugly tossed the deed in front of me. Isabella: “Derek, I was never poor. I was testing you the whole time.” Isabella: “You failed my test. What a disappointment. We’re over.” I just smiled and walked away. She had no idea who she was testing. I’m a billionaire’s son. Four years later, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Isabella had just made the Top 50. She arrived with Carl, arm in arm. And I dressed simply. No designer labels. Just a Cayenne key and a child in my arms. One glance, and Isabella decided I was just a driver. Isabella: “Derek, you came all the way here just to see me? How desperate.” Isabella: “I’m on the rich list now, and you’re just a driver. Stop dreaming.”” I blamed my billionaire dad for making me come. I finally had a day to spend with my son. Now I'd have to waste it here. I looked at Isabella impatiently. Derek: “A driver? Are you sure… you know who I am?”

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.