
![[ENG DUB] My Wife Has Too Many Secrets](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Eric Getz discovers that something's off about his wife, Gina Bell.A thorough investigation leads to him uncovering Gina's plot to work with her boss, Peter Lane, in swindling Eric's properties and assets via fake investments. Eric remains calm and composed as he slowly gathers solid evidence and uses legal methods to seek justice. It goes to show that those who cross boundaries will receive retribution in the end.

"""You're no daughter of this pack. Get out."" That night, I ran. Now I run Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate. Strength is the only law here. Then the call comes. Eris is dying. ""Come home."" I almost laugh. They don't know what came home. This time, I have fangs. And when wolves hunt you down—you rip their throats out first."

When Landon Scott gets dropped into a supernatural apocalypse overrun by terrifying female anomalies, everyone else runs. Landon does not run. Red Bride haunting the wedding hall gets kissed before she can scream. Ruby Dreadlord of the Bloody Hospital, fearsome sovereign of the undead, is spoiled so relentlessly she forgets to be terrifying. The spider goddess Lady Arachnid of Silken Inn? His new favorite, naturally. He isn't fighting his way through this cursed world. He's charming it, one horrifying entity at a time, until the most feared anomalies in existence are squabbling over his attention. Everyone calls this the age of the bizarre apocalypse.The anomalies have started to suspect the real danger was him all along.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.

As an abandoned Omega with no wolf pack backing, Aria Miller struggles to survive in the glamorous and cruel entertainment circle of Los Angeles. She finally wins the leading role in a blockbuster audition, only to be cruelly betrayed by her half-sister Lily and her fiancé Mark. They forge a false pheromone out-of-control report, frame her as a dangerous Omega, and attempt to lock her away in a supernatural supervision center to ruin her career and freedom completely. At the moment she is about to be taken away, Noah Silvercrest, the top Alpha and powerful ruler of the West Coast strongest wolf pack and entertainment empire, suddenly appears. He makes a revenge contract with Aria—he will protect her, clear her name, help her counterattack in the entertainment industry and get revenge on her enemies, while Aria acts as his fake fiancée and temporary Luna to block his ambitious stepmother’s grab for inheritance and pack power. From a fake marriage pact to glamorous charity banquets, brutal variety show battles, public opinion smears and deadly murder plots, Aria grows from a vulnerable girl into a iron-willed Luna. She fights back against frame-ups, takes down her ruthless rivals, recovers the Silvercrest empire for Noah, and gradually falls into a real forbidden love with the cold and domineering wolf CEO. Between revenge, power struggles, wolf pack rules and heartfelt affection, the contractual fake marriage eventually turns into a lifelong fate bond between an Alpha overlord and his masked bride.

Natalia is the daughter of Alpha,as the wolf in the prophecy, she is chased by many forces, to protect her, her father asked her to leave the pack and headed to New York so she could be safe there, two years later,the danger still existed, but her father thought it was time and he asked Natalia to come back and marry Blake Hunter, Alpha of another pack,he believed that Blake could protect Natalia after their marriage, their packs would be union. Natalia never liked Blake,but she would do what her father said for her pack, however she also learned that another powerful pack is rising, the Alpha of the pack is mysterious and ruthless, what would happen if she found out that the ruthless Alpha was her mate? The forces who were chasing Natalia's power didn't stop, what would she do to protect herself and her pack?

My adopted sister won the Elixir Challenge by stealing my potion. To her shock, she was informed that the event was a selection event for the future wife of the Serpentkins' future head—the same heir who was infamously impotent, barbaric, and hideous. When the Serpentkins sent over a proposal letter, demanding her hand in marriage, my fiance panicked and promptly took my adopted sister away for a quick marriage and even consummated. Once the deed was done, she returned triumphantly, showing off the mark on her lower back. "Well, what are you going to do now, Winnie?" she gloated. "Your fiance is mine now, and you'll be twenty-five in three days. If no one comes to pick you up, you'll just be dumped into the hands of some wife-beating Rogue who is ageing and unwanted…" Actually, she was wrong—I had a choice. I went to the parlor where my parents—who were busy fixing the mess my adopted sister made—were, announcing, "If she refuses to marry the future head of the Serpentkins, I will!"

The Northern Pack had one unbreakable rule: the Alpha heir could never bond with a human girl. Despite that, Alpha Kieran Wolfe still formed a mate bond with me. To be with me, he openly defied the Elders' Council. He endured 99 lashes and was forced to kneel at the altar for three days and nights. Even as blood soaked through his shirt, he smiled at me and said, "Elise, don't be afraid. I only want you." Eventually, the Elders' Council finally relented and agreed to let Kieran leave with me. However, there was one condition: he had to leave a pure-blood heir behind for the Pack. From that moment on, the phrase I heard most from Kieran was "wait". The first time, Kieran asked me to wait while he got another she-wolf to carry his pup. He slept with Cecelia Donati 33 times until she was carrying his pup. The second time, he told me to wait again because the first pup was a female, and the Elders wanted a male. So, Kieran slept with Cecelia 99 more times until she was carrying his pup again. Just when I thought our ordeal was finally over, their daughter, Tyra Wolfe, accidentally ate wolfsbane at her Meet the Pup Party. Everyone was convinced I had poisoned her. When they threw me into the freezing cold storage room, Kieran stood at the doorway with bloodshot eyes. "I told you to wait..." His gaze was ice-cold and cutting. "You know what wolfsbane means to our kind. Why would you hurt my pup?" The words "my pup" hit me like a knife to the heart. My fingernails dug deep into my palms as the pain tore through me. When the storage room door opened again, I loosened my bloodied hands. This time, I was not going to wait anymore.

"I died in my last life after a miserable marriage. Reborn the day before the weddings, I immediately swapped fiancés with my sister. I took the ruthless, cold-blooded Vampire Prince Robin Kane — the man my timid sister was originally supposed to marry — while she took the gentle archmage Julian. My family thought I was crazy. They were all wrong. I threw the eternal blood pact at Robin’s feet, publicly claimed him with a fierce kiss at the engagement banquet, and slapped Isabella when she tried to play the victim. Robin, the feared Vampire Prince, didn’t punish me. Instead, he protected me, trusted me, and slowly revealed a possessive, obsessive side that only I got to see. Every night he pinned me down, claiming me with raw hunger, whispering, “You’re mine, my wife. Let me hear you scream my name.” While Isabella schemed with enemies and tried to ruin me, I built my own power — The Night Fortress — turning the despised borderlands into a legendary force. I didn’t just survive this life. I took control of it."