

The night before my wedding, my drink was spiked with an aphrodisiac. In my past life, I pinpointed my fiancé, Cassius, in the crowded room. We spent a passionate night together, and the wedding went off without a hitch the next day. I thought I had chosen happiness. That was until his assistant, Valerie, died in a yacht explosion. He went insane, pushed me off a cliff, and roared, "Valerie and I had a pact! I was supposed to leave the day before the wedding to travel the world with her! If you hadn't clung to me all night, I wouldn't have missed it, and she wouldn't be dead!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night I was drugged. This time, I threw myself into the arms of Cassius's twin brother, Saul. I whimpered, "Baby, I feel so hot." Seeing the visible relief on Cassius's face, I sneered inwardly. He didn't know yet—the old Godfather had promised me that whoever became my husband would inherit the title of Godfather. In this life, I didn't want Cassius anymore. And he could kiss the Godfather title goodbye, too.

The well-known actress Mia Stone has been set up by her sister with the intention of ruining her reputation. However, in a twist of fate, she ends up having a one-night stand with Jay Lynch, the CEO of Lynch Group. Disappearing from the spotlight for a year, Mia resurfaces on the day she gives birth, crossing paths with Jay once more.
![[ENG DUB] A Curtain of Silk, A Life Untold](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
On their fifth anniversary, Jessie Eves caught her husband with his mistress, who was in her late grandmother's opera costume. She then cut ties with his company, sold her shares, and flew abroad to restart her opera career, vanishing from his life forever.
![[ENG DUB] Five Years to Return](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Born with an incomplete soul and mentally impaired, Millie Harper was tricked by her parents into taking the blame for her sister's crime and was imprisoned for five years. In prison, she mastered deadly combat skills under the guidance of a ruthless mentor. On the day of her release,just as her ashamed parents try to commit her to an asylum, Isaac Bowen, heir to the nation's most powerful family, appears and marries her on the spot.

Ivy Shaw knew from the very beginning that the marriage certificate she and Noah Grant held was fake. But during their five years together, Noah had given her so much tenderness that she mistakenly believed she had finally exchanged sincerity for sincerity. It was not until she woke up once in the middle of a coma that she overheard Noah talking to his private doctor: the strange illness she had suffered every month all these years had been caused by Noah drugging her and drawing her blood, and he had stayed by her side only to use her blood to treat her half-sister, Chloe. Another hospital soon confirmed that prolonged blood loss and medication had caused multiple organ failure, and that she had at most a month left to live. Ivy no longer argued, and no longer waited for Noah to turn back. She relocated her mother’s grave, arranged her own burial plot and funeral, and even designated her father Richard and Noah as her pallbearers. But until the very last day of her life, Noah still chose Chloe again and again, and even ordered someone to destroy Ivy’s mother’s grave. In the end, Ivy died alone at home. Only after receiving the funeral home’s notification did Noah discover that Chloe had never been ill, that Ivy was the girl who had climbed over the wall to comfort him in childhood, and that the coma and blood draws he himself had caused had killed the one who truly loved him.

In her past life, Vivian Walker forced Isaac Lowe to marry her, only to live in loneliness and regret. On her deathbed, deceived by Isaac's first love, Gigi Smith, she died believing he had never cared for her. But when Vivian opens her eyes again, she's back forty years in the past—right at the moment she threw away her future for Isaac. This time, she doesn't think twice. With a deep breath, she tears up the withdrawal form, choosing herself and the life she deserves.

My husband, Dante, is the most untouchable Don of the Vance family in New York. He has one unbreakable rule: After 9 p.m., if he's out on family business, he does not take calls. I understood his devotion to the family, so for five years, I did my best never to disturb him. Until last night, when I was driving alone past the docks and walked straight into an ambush by a rival family's armed men. In a panic, I called Dante, begging him to save me. The phone rang for what felt like forever. When he finally picked up, his voice was ice-cold: "Nora, we've been married a long time. As the Donna of the Vance family, you should know the rules." Then he hung up. That night, I barely escaped the hail of bullets by the skin of my teeth. I spent the night in the hospital. But when I came home the next morning, all I got was a reproachful look. He accused me of interrupting a critical family shipment deal—and of sending a fake distress signal. I knew how hard he worked, so I swallowed my hurt. But later, when I used his computer, I accidentally saw his call log. One contact had been calling him almost every single night—always after nine. For five full years. I knew that number. It belonged to Alexa, the Vance family's Capo. The woman everyone in the family had agreed, for all these years, was the one truly fit to stand beside Dante. In that moment, every ounce of suppressed hurt came flooding back. After I calmed myself, I picked up my phone and found an invitation I'd received a few days ago—to an international art exhibition. And I clicked "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.

My husband, Dante, is the most untouchable Don of the Vance family in New York. He has one unbreakable rule: After 9 p.m., if he's out on family business, he does not take calls. I understood his devotion to the family, so for five years, I did my best never to disturb him. Until last night, when I was driving alone past the docks and walked straight into an ambush by a rival family's armed men. In a panic, I called Dante, begging him to save me. The phone rang for what felt like forever. When he finally picked up, his voice was ice-cold: "Nora, we've been married a long time. As the Donna of the Vance family, you should know the rules." Then he hung up. That night, I barely escaped the hail of bullets by the skin of my teeth. I spent the night in the hospital. But when I came home the next morning, all I got was a reproachful look. He accused me of interrupting a critical family shipment deal—and of sending a fake distress signal. I knew how hard he worked, so I swallowed my hurt. But later, when I used his computer, I accidentally saw his call log. One contact had been calling him almost every single night—always after nine. For five full years. I knew that number. It belonged to Alexa, the Vance family's Capo. The woman everyone in the family had agreed, for all these years, was the one truly fit to stand beside Dante. In that moment, every ounce of suppressed hurt came flooding back. After I calmed myself, I picked up my phone and found an invitation I'd received a few days ago—to an international art exhibition. And I clicked "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from his world completely.
![[ENG DUB]From Chance Encounter to Cherished Bride](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Moon Shawn, determined to avoid a blind date with a thrice-married suitor, impulsively kissed Salem Lachlan, a prominent figure from Landon's top family. Before she could escape, Salem whisked her away to an engagement party, and soon after, they were married. As they spent more time together, their feelings for each other deepened, but jealousy fueled a series of misunderstandings that never seemed to last long. One day, Salem discovered that Moon was actually Cyndi, the genius he'd been searching for, along with other surprising secrets she had been hiding...

When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband." Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman. Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth. But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. My parents were furious and sent her abroad to study. George thought I was the one who exposed them. From then on, he hated me to my very core. Women came and went at his side, each one resembling my sister more than the last. The betrayal crushed me. I fell into deep depression. Later, he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison. I died with a child in my womb—alone, bitter, and betrayed. Now, I've been reborn. This time, I choose to let them have each other. But what I don't expect is that George has been reborn too.