

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

Through seven years of secret marriage, I was nothing more than an obedient, tirelessly devoted assistant to Don Nathan Harrison. He walked the red carpet at high-profile galas with Susan Ferell, his business partner’s daughter. He booked an entire castle just to host an exclusive rose-themed banquet for her and spent millions at an auction to buy her a crown-jewel diamond necklace once owned by royalty. Their names dominated the headlines daily, dubbed by the Siciamira media as the ultimate power couple of high society. For the first time, I didn't make a scene or shed a single tear. Even when I found that royal diamond necklace intended for Susan tucked away in Nathan’s suit pocket, I simply pulled it out and quietly set it on the vanity. Nathan convinced himself that I had finally grown sensible and understood the overwhelming sacrifices he was making for our future. What he didn't know was that the world's top global syndicate had just tracked me down, crowning me as the sole heir to a century-old empire. And the signed divorce papers were already stamped, processed, and on their way from the courthouse straight to his front door.

Three days before my due date, my husband came home and told me he was marrying Bianca Voss. “Her baby is due any day now,” Luca said. “If I marry her, I get the Don’s seat.” I stood there carrying his child and asked, “So you want me to spend the rest of my life as your hidden mistress?” He promised me doctors, guards, money, and a guarded house outside Chicago. He said I would still be his wife in private, as long as I never appeared in front of Bianca. When I refused, he looked at me with pity, as if I was too ordinary to understand the world he truly came from. He thought I was just Aria, the quiet woman who grew tomatoes by the lake. He had no idea I was Aria Castellano, the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I looked at him and whispered, “What if I told you Bianca’s family was nothing compared to mine?”

Everyone in the Lake clan writes off young Tyler Lake as a cultivationless dead weight, until the day he coolly dissects a monster's weakness in an instant, saving his sister Tania Lake mid-trial. As the family tears itself apart fighting over their late father's sacred Mythic Relic, the rival Baker family seizes the chaos to ally with demon forces and launch an invasion.Cornered, Tyler reveals what he truly is—the reincarnation of the Ghost King aka Andrew West, one of the most fearsome beings the ancient world ever produced. He rallies the human Ghost-Tamers, forges an alliance with the Twin Reapers, and dismantles a conspiracy centuries in the making. When the dust settles, he ascends to the Hell Realm. But even as he destroys the villains before him, something darker stirs just beyond the edge of sight.
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Sharon Smith, Judiburg's most powerful CEO, catches her "perfect" husband, James Godwin, having an affair at an auction—with Rosie Saul, the very student she has financially supported for years. The betrayal cuts deeper:James has been spending Sharon's money to spoil his mistress, and secretly poisoning Sharon to seize her fortune. Sharon stays quiet, sets a trap, and tightens the net step by step—until the truth detonates in public and the lovers lose everything.

Wealthy heiress Vivian Sterling publicly breaks her engagement after catching fiancé Bryce with her stepsister. Having secretly recovered from paralysis months ago, she stands from her wheelchair to reclaim her power. That night, she meets Adrian, a dangerous, motorcycle-riding mechanic who saves her from harassment. After a one-night stand, she proposes a contract marriage to escape Bryce's stalking. Vivian believes Adrian is merely a handsome working-class man, unaware he is the true heir to the Hale dynasty—and Bryce's most feared uncle. A decade earlier, Adrian was the one who pulled her from a fatal car crash and bore the scars; Bryce stole the credit and her ten years of devotion. As Vivian falls for Adrian, Bryce and his father Gerald launch a campaign of kidnapping, media manipulation, corporate traps, and assassination. When Adrian is rushed into the ER covered in blood, Vivian finally discovers the man she married for revenge is her real rescuer and only true love. What began as a contract marriage escalates into a high-stakes war for love, fortune, and survival.

Louise Trent's life is a complete mess. In college, she sells adult products to make ends meet, deals with a wicked stepmother and sister, and now she's stuck fighting with her cold fiancé. Oh, and let's not forget about his handsome uncle—who seems to be taking more than an interest in her. Tensions rise as her fiancé seethes over her growing closeness to his uncle, while the uncle, possessive and unapologetic, refuses to back down. Caught between the two, Louise can't help but wonder—when did her life become such a chaotic mess?

Dailin grew up in an orphanage. On her 25th birthday, she got a call from the richest man in the world and learned she was the Crawford family’s long-lost biological daughter—who had been missing for twenty years. Overjoyed, she wanted to share the shocking news with her boyfriend of seven years, Logan, who was in financial trouble. But outside his door, she caught Logan cheating with her best friend, Mia. As she listened through the door, she heard the cruel truth: Logan had only been using her and had come to look down on her. Her heart shattered, and she chose without hesitation to go back to her father—the richest man in the world. A week later, at the Crawford family’s formal welcome gala, Logan and Mia schemed their way into the outer reception. Not only did Logan mock and humiliate Dailin, who was dressed to the nines, but he also publicly accused her of stealing it when a priceless necklace went missing. Desperate to impress the world’s richest man, Logan grabbed Dailin’s purse and searched it—unaware that he was about to face the full fury of the Crawford family and a downfall he would never recover from.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.