

Zoe Walker has been secretly married to Hansen Stone for four years, when to others, she is nothing more than his most capable subordinate. She always believes their relationship is unbreakable—until, under her mother-in-law’s lead, she gradually notices Hansen crossing the line with Tracy Gable, a young and lively lady. Not only does he take Tracy on private ski trips, but also let her do whatever she wants in the office.

Liana, an adoptee, suffered relentless bullying due to her status as a "Squib" (devoid of magical ability) and was cast out into a snowy night. She stumbled into a magical barrier on a snow-capped mountain, where she shared a night of physical intimacy with Thorne—a Lightning-element Lord unable to touch others—thereby becoming his soulmate and sharing the burden of his volatile magic. Thorne departed at dawn, leaving behind a token. Liana gave birth to triplets, but the antagonist Seraphina stole her daughter, impersonated the woman from that fateful night, and deceitfully secured the position of Lady of the Manor. Six years later, Liana—now a renowned healer—was raising her two sons alone when her uncle coerced her into marrying Thorne in Seraphina's stead. Upon entering the estate, she repeatedly faced schemes and failed to recognize her own daughter, Aurora. Ultimately, a blood-bond test revealed the truth and exposed Seraphina's fraud; Liana risked her life to save her daughter, and Thorne sacrificed half his magical power to save Liana, leading to a joyful reunion for the family of five.

Betrayed and broken by the two princes she grew up with, Saoirse leaves her past behind and becomes the Dragon Emperor’s Queen.When the truth is finally revealed, their desperate attempts to win her back come too late, leaving them with a lifetime of regret.

Abandoned as the true daughter of the Clark family, Clara Clark grows up in an orphanage, only to be taken back years later—yet still treated like an outsider. Her life of hardship takes a sharp turn the moment she chooses to protect five-year-old Megan Porter, the very child the Clarks once cast aside. From that moment, Clara's life transforms—she wins the lottery, rises in her career, and meets her Mr. Right, while the Clarks crumble under the weight of their own choices.

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.

Every woman who walked out of my cousin's exclusive women-only spa looked younger, happier... different. My wife insisted on going. When she came home, she couldn't stop talking about it—and she demanded another visit. The loving woman I married suddenly turned into a stranger. What really happened inside that spa?

Lucas Brown went to jail for love, yet all he got in return was indifference and betrayal. The fires of rage engulf the heavens and earth... All who dare cross him will soon pay the price!

I was the one who broke Kane Blackwood's heart. He was the Alpha heir, my boyfriend since we were kids, and I pushed him so hard that I drove him all the way to the Northern Stronghold. He stayed there for seven years. Now he was back. He had a new woman with him, and they were going to hold their bonding ceremony here, in our pack. That same week, the pack witch told me I had three months left to live. When my mother wheeled me outside to see him, Kane's mouth curled into that cruel, mocking smile I remembered too well. His dark eyes swept over me from head to toe, taking in the wheelchair, the thinness of my arms, the paleness of my face. "Well, well," he said, his voice low and sharp. "Seven years and you look like hell. Can't even walk anymore?" I tugged my sleeve down, hiding the scars—the silver tracings left by years of failed treatments. I kept my voice steady. "I fell. Broke something. It's nothing." He let out a short, cold laugh. "Right. Anyway, my bonding ceremony's coming up. You should be Vivra's maid of honor." I smiled back at him. I had gotten good at smiling through pain over the years. "Sorry, but I'm leaving soon. Somewhere far away." Then I patted my mother's hand. She didn't say a word, just gripped the handles of the chair and pushed me back toward the house. I didn't look behind me.

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.

After one night with a mysterious man, Elara bore his son but was forced to send the baby away to shield him from a vicious pursuer. To support her family, she worked as nursemaid to the Wolf King’s heir, never knowing the boy was hers -- and the cold king she loved was the stranger from that fateful night.