

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.

Alex was the son of Poseidon, the God of the Sea, and the recognized King of the entire coastal continent. To protect the woman he loved, he deliberately concealed his royal identity and disguised himself as an ordinary farmer, quietly spending five years of resources helping the down-and-out Amy family rise into the nobility. Amy, however, only had eyes for power and status. She despised the farmer-like Alex from the bottom of her heart. At a noble banquet, together with her mother Monica and her admirer Blake, she publicly humiliated and expelled Alex, tearing up their engagement with her own hands and trampling on the castle deed and the treasured Heart of the Ocean he had given her. On the way, Queen Helena of the Odin Empire was besieged by werewolves. Alex stepped in to save her and gifted her the Sea Hunter's Blade, a weapon capable of suppressing werewolves. Helena fell for him at first sight and offered to marry him with her entire empire as dowry, but Alex politely declined, still devoted to Amy. When a large pack of werewolves attacked the Odin castle, the Sea Blade unleashed its divine power and drove back the wolves. Upon learning that Alex had gone to Amy's banquet, Helena immediately set off for Moore Castle. At the banquet, Amy and her companions continued to belittle and expel Alex, even ordering silver-armored knights to strip him of his royal cloak and the Trident of Poseidon. The instant the knights moved to act, Alex stopped hiding, revealing his kingly regalia, his identity on the verge of being exposed. Helena arrived just in time and publicly declared Alex to be the future sovereign of the Odin Empire. All the nobles present—Amy, Monica, Blake—were plunged into extreme shock and utter collapse.

Klare is an overlooked nurse at Venus Hospital, struggling with severe anxiety after a family tragedy. Her only comfort is submitting online to a mysterious ""Master,"" whose commands make her feel safe. But in real life, her new boss, Dance Gordon, is arrogant, sharp-tongued, and always targeting her. By day, they clash at the hospital. By night, he is the perfect Master behind the screen, giving all his patience and tenderness to his one and only - ""Cake."" Enemies in real life. Addicted online.

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.

Titaness Cassandra accidentally discovers that Perseus, her fiancé of five years, has long been head over heels for her stepsister and would even sacrifice her life to keep the girl safe. She calmly agrees to swap marriages and takes Leah’s place to wed Abel, the cursed son of Hades. On their wedding day, Perseus finds his bride has been switched, yet he feels no joy. All his past fondness was merely gratitude for who he thought saved him as a child—only he got the wrong person. He has actually fallen for Cassandra over the years, but by the time he realizes it, she is already married to another.what fate awaits them both?

Sienna Yeager traveled from 1,000 years ago and took the place of her younger stepsister to marry Theodore Ford,heir to a powerful family. However, on the very first day she married into the Ford family, Theodore died in a car accident. Even so, Sienna still found a way to stay in the Ford family and soon had everyone in the family completely under her control. Just as she was preparing to enjoy her carefree life as a young, wealthy widow, she suddenly realized— the bodyguard assigned to her by the old madam was looking at her with increasingly bold, audacious eyes…

After her mother remarries, Leah moves into her stepfather’s mansion. Heavy rain causes her bedroom to leak, forcing her to share a tiny single bed with her cold, rebellious stepsister Isla. Trapped in a cramped room on a stormy night with their parents just outside the door, Leah’s repressed desires ignite after accidentally catching sight of Isla’s private moment days before. As they lie pressed tightly together, hidden touches and breathless whispers stir forbidden longing between the two unrelated stepsisters.

After losing his eldest son Ethan, Kane Morgan, founder of Vertex Capital, became utterly disillusioned, retreated from the spotlight, and began driving for a ride-hailing service to quietly watch over his younger son Liam. During a carjacking on a rainy night, his former subordinate Victor appeared, revealing that Kane still commanded a vast, hidden power. Liam threw a welcome party for his beloved Aurora, only to be humiliated by Damian and his gang. He also stumbled upon his late brother’s fiancée Vanessa having an affair with Damian. Shortly after, Liam was kidnapped and taken to a warehouse, where he learned his brother’s death was noaccident — he had been deliberately tortured and murdered by Damian. Damian then set up a cruel gambling game to torment Liam and imprisoned Aurora. At the critical moment, Kane smashed through the door and overpowered everyone with his formidable strength. Victor arrived and bowed in submission, and only then did Damian realize the taxi driver was a top-tier capital magnate. Kane declared his revenge, returned to Vertex Capital, and used his wealth and connections to launch an all-out assault on the O’Hara family’s business empire. Victor severely punished his own son Taylor, while Vanessa’s repentance proved futile. After enduring these trials, Liam reconciled with his father, and together they managed the conglomerate. He and Aurora fell deeply in love, and the O’Hara Group ultimately collapsed completely.

I had been in a secret relationship with my mafia boyfriend, Dante Castellano, for seven years. No public contact. No photos together. No proof I had ever stood by his side. He told me, "Once I'm powerful enough that no one dares touch you, I'll make it official." I believed him. The day before our seventh anniversary, I found a ten-carat diamond ring in his suit jacket. I cried with joy, thinking seven years of hiding were finally over. The next morning, I wore my most expensive dress and sprayed on the only perfume he had ever given me. I practiced my smile in the mirror, the one I would give when he proposed. Then, my phone lit up with a breaking news alert. [Breaking News: Seven-Year Love Story Reaches Perfect Ending—Romance Blogger Alessia Romano Accepts Boyfriend's 100th Proposal!] In the photo, the influencer with eight million followers stood on her tiptoes, kissing a man. His hand rested on the back of her neck. On that hand was a scar I would never mistake. It was the scar Dante got when he took a knife for me.