

Diana's pregnant sister mysteriously commits suicide, and Diana knows there must be a hidden truth behind it. Determined to uncover the mystery, Diana returns to her hometown with her assistant, Dean. They discover that everything might be connected to her brother-in-law, Sam, and her sister's best friend, David, whose relationship is far from ordinary. With the help of her assistant Dean, her friend Wyatt, and her boyfriend Colt, Diana fights through numerous obstacles. In the end, she is shocked to realize that the evil mastermind behind it all is someone right by her side…

Geologist Hans Lind is assigned to covertly support Westvale's largest coal-mine project, but Bryn Scott sets him up, leaving him buried underground. After escaping death, he returns to his hometown, only to be accused of stealing compensation fund.Surrounded by danger, Hans keeps doing what’s right, and the real culprits eventually pay the price.

The spirit of Lucille Payne, an ancient general, transmigrated into her descendant who bore the same name—only to discover that the Payne family had fallen into decline. Her sister-in-law had been secretly transferring away the family's assets, while her own brother and sister remained blindly obsessed with romance. Refusing to accept this decay, Lucille took action: she thwarted her sister-in-law's schemes, encouraged her brother to enlist in the military, and helped her sister regain confidence through a dance livestreaming career. In the end, she succeeded in restoring the Payne family to its former glory.

Transmigrated as an abandoned snake clan offspring, Sam Cole barely binds to a system before his birth parents attempt to sacrifice him for his beast core. In this desperate moment, he triggers the Devouring System—gnawing bones, consuming demon beasts, and absorbing spiritual veins to evolve into the Infernal Ancestral Dragon! He counter-attacks and crushes his enemies, unifies the Demon Realm, and even confronts the Demon Realm's world-devouring laws, crossing dimensions to slaughter the demon ancestor himself! He establishes trade between human and demon realms and sets the order for all worlds, yet hidden ancient crises continue to brew—beyond this world, even more terrifying existences lurk. Watch as the useless snake rises, devours the heavens, and seizes control over life and death across all realms!

Alaric Caelum wakes inside a female-lead fantasy novel as the villain who dies early. A Foundation stage nobody dares to slander a Transcendence stage cultivator? Not today. Armed with brutal power and zero moral restraint, Alaric dismantles enemies one humiliating lesson at a time. The so-called Chosen One wants help? Sure, at a price. An unbeatable opponent? One word to his father, a celestial Ascendant King, and the problem disappears. Being a villain has its perks: no conscience, no rules, and absolutely no one left to guilt-trip him.
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In gratitude to his wife, Malty Sitch, for saving his life, Troy Drake disguises himself as an ordinary man while secretly helping the Stitch family business grow. However, when Malty starts to gain fame and fortune, she unexpectedly asks for a divorce. Later on, Troy gradually unveils his true identity, leaving Malty in disbelief as even the mayor bows to his command!

Joanna, the only daughter of wealthy Spencer family, was abandoned by her grandmother who favored boys. After losing her memory, she was raised by a fishing village elder. By a twist of fate, she joined Spencer Group, where misunderstandings led to her regaining her memory and reuniting with her family.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered