

Mira Lane, the true-born daughter of the Northvale Marquis Estate, was framed as a harbinger of disaster and abandoned in the countryside as a child. Rescued by the Sect Master of the Celestial Order, she spent eighteen years mastering the mystic arts. Now she returns with the Ravager Token, only to find that her identity, home, and arranged marriage have all been stolen by her half-sister, Faye. But Mira is no longer the helpless girl they cast away. Using her mystic arts, she exposes one scheme after another and shocks the capital by revealing her true identity. As Faye plots to steal everyone's fortune through a sinister formation, Mira turns the tables, punishes her enemies, and discovers the shocking secret behind her foolish fiance Evan Wells's ghostly companion.

After a severe car accident, 7-year-old Isabella Wellington was abandoned after having her blood drained out by evil family members, in order to keep her own brother alive. 17 years later, Olivia struggles to fight off brutal bullying from the Wellingtons whom she works for. Unknown to the Wellingtons, their target of bullying, daughter raised by a janitor, Olivia, is in fact Isabella Wellington, the precious lost heiress, whom they have been searching for for 17 years.

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.

Cordelia is the adopted daughter of a Mafia don. To protect her boyfriend's pride, she concealed her true identity—only to be publicly humiliated and betrayed by him. Three years later, she returns as the long-lost heiress of the Carrington family. At the reunion banquet held in her honor, her biological parents acknowledge only the fake heiress, Windsor, while Laurence does everything in his power to slander her. Cordelia reveals her position as the heir to the Gambino family, stunning the entire room. From there, she meticulously orchestrates her revenge—bankrupting the Morgan family, dismantling the Carringtons, and reducing every one of her former tormentors to the lowest rungs of society. With her vengeance complete, she converts the estate into an orphanage, breaking free from the grip of hatred and learning to rebuild order and forge her own future—on her own terms.

Orphan Sierra Lowell is suddenly found by her divorced parents who were "dead for over a decade." To investigate the truth behind her childhood abduction, she goes undercover and follows her mother into the wealthy Reid family mansion. As her disguises fall away, the Reid family members who once looked down on her gradually become her loyal followers. Meanwhile, she finds true love with Philip Harper, one of the city's most powerful elites.

Hart has everything: a loving husband, brilliant children, and a quiet life as the wife of Adrian Hart, founder and CEO of HartX Technologies. Her only wound is the family she never knew. When a DNA test confirms that she is the long-lost daughter of the Whitmore family, Serena returns home before Christmas hoping for answers, not inheritance. Instead, she finds a family obsessed with reputation and a false heiress, Sylvia Bellamy, determined to protect the life stolen for her forty years ago. Serena's daughter Ava, a Stanford-bound teen prodigy, is humiliated; Serena's husband is mistaken for a laborer; and every act of patience is repaid with suspicion. As Sylvia's schemes escalate from theft accusations to public slander, Serena's true status as Mrs. Hart becomes the weapon no one saw coming. The story promises a mature heroine's emotional awakening, high-society humiliation, and the ultimate choice between blood relatives and the family that truly chose her.

When the Reed family finds their biological daughter, they heartlessly kick Maya Reed out, whom they have raised for years. Marcus Ford's grandmother takes her in and arranges for her to work at Marcus' company. As Maya spends time with Marcus, they gradually find themselves falling in love. In the meantime, Maya's true identity is also being brought to light...

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.

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.