

A modern businesswoman, struck by lightning on her company's listing day, awakens as a dying peasant girl in ancient times. Using her modern knowledge, she lifts her new family from poverty and silences their scornful relatives.

Caught in a treacherous web of deceit spun by her own sister, Laura Sharp watched helplessly as her world crumbled, losing everything: her fortune, her love, and nearly her life. Now, five years later, she emerges as the formidable CEO of SK Group. Her unwavering mission? To reclaim what was ruthlessly snatched from her, starting with the acquisition of Sharp Group. She swears to retrieve everything stolen from her five years ago, no matter the cost!

Molly was caught between three powerful suitors—the world's richest man, a genius doctor, and a mafia godfather—but her heart belonged to her rescuer, Dante. She planned to propose to him after her grandmother's birthday party, only to discover Dante had married her sister. As her family's abuse began, her three formidable admirers arrived just in time.

Felicia was betrayed by her longtime boyfriend and, in her sorrow, she drunkenly entered the room of CEO Ryan. She woke up the next day, regretting the night and mistaking Ryan for a college student. Ryan, however, proposed marriage. After a quick wedding, Felicia took on family responsibilities, urging Ryan to study diligently. Ryan found this amusing until the day Felicia realized her husband was the CEO.

Pet shop owner Vivien Jay accidentally ends up in a flash marriage with Shaun Gall, the No. 1 rich man in her city. Due to a misunderstanding, Shaun has to disguise his identity and keep his wealth a secret. What hilarious and unexpected stories will unfold between Vivien, who believes her husband is just an ordinary man, and Shaun, who is a real big shot?

Taking the fall for his brother, Tyler spent 5 years in prison, secretly rising to become the King of the global underworld. Returning home to share his empire, he is instead cruelly disowned by his brother and betrayed by his cheating fiancée. Unaware they just provoked the final boss, Tyler unleashes his absolute revenge.

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.

In a wasteland shrouded in radioactive dust, Ian, a strikingly handsome youth, toils relentlessly in dangerous scrap yards to provide for his adoptive parents and sister, bartering his dignity for their sustenance. He unwittingly draws the attention of Caesar, a ruthless warlord, and is abducted into the military camp, reduced to a captive plaything. To his utter devastation, his family unhesitatingly abandons him for a truckload of canned rations. When Ian falls ill with a rare radiation sickness and is left to perish in a corpse pit, he discovers that two decades of tender affection was nothing but a lie. A storm of desperate rebirth and retribution is silently gathering force.

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.