
![[ENG DUB] Love's Dance Through Time](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
When they first met, he was a beggar, and she was wealthy. Years later, he became a CEO, and she, a humble employee. A twist of fate brought them together through an arranged marriage, revealing hidden connections. Misunderstood feelings and missed chances led to separation until a revelation prompted a second chance...

Trusting a scumbag, Shannon Clarke not only lost her baby but was also forced to donate her cornea to her husband's first love. The constant heartbreak woke her up. Shannon: "Let’s... get a divorce!"
![[ENG DUB] So, My Love is You All Along](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
A devastating garment factory fire leaves Winslet orphaned, robbed of her future by her cousin, and betrayed by her fiancé. Forced into a marriage with Chasen, a seemingly poor repairman, she soon discovers that he is actually a wealthy factory owner who has loved her in silence for years. As hidden truths surface and old misunderstandings unravel, they join hands to uncover the past. In the end, Winslet fulfills her dream of becoming a fashion designer and stands beside him as his rightful partner.

Natalie had it all—engaged to football star Karl and carrying his child—until tragedy struck. Her brother caused Karl's sister's death, and Karl's injuries ended his career. Yet, she vanished for seven years. Now, Karl sees her with a "husband" and "daughter," seemingly happy. But he won't let her go.

Abbie Lanes married Noah Gray three years ago. In the first year, he took one of her kidneys; in the second, he made her leave with nothing; and in the third, he sent her to prison. Four years later, she's finally released, hoping to start anew far away from Noah. However, fate has other plans, as she crosses paths with him once again while working.

Three years ago, Ryan, America's most promising astronaut trainee, gave up a historic promotion to live in anonymity as a devoted husband to Vanessa. Unbeknownst to him, Vanessa, blinded by materialism, secretly pined for her wealthy childhood friend, Jackson. Heartbroken, Ryan reclaimed his identity to join a perilous national space mission. Knowing he might not return, he anonymously donated a kidney to save Vanessa. Only after his disappearance did she realize her loss.Their final encounter was at a nationally televised awards ceremony... where Ryan stood honored, with an elegant and beautiful woman by his side……

When I was three months pregnant, a pack of Rogues ambushed me. In the last moments before my consciousness began to fade, I begged for rescue through my mind-link to my Alpha mate, Adrian. But he never answered. I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, only to be informed that the Saint-Tier Healer had been forcefully taken South by Adrian to treat Evelyn, his first love, after she lost her mate. When I woke to the pain of losing my pup, my fingers shook as I checked social media, then I saw Evelyn's post: [I knew that no matter how far away I am or how much time has passed, Adrian would always come for me. He even brought a Saint-Tier Healer to ease the pain in my heart.] In the photo, Adrian's dark eyes, which were usually cold and distant, were focused on the woman beside him with tenderness. While I was fighting for my life and losing our cub, my Alpha was protecting another pregnant wolf. I chuckled at myself bitterly. It felt as if the bond mark on my chest was withering away. I then dialed a number without hesitation. "Dr. Clark, I accept the position at the Northern Ancient Wolf Research Institute. Yes, the sooner the better. I won't be holding a farewell ceremony."

My body matured faster than most girls my age. When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me. But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body. After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again. By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant." For four years, we kept our affair a secret. He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him. One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up. Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him there, only to watch him gently stroke another woman’s hair right in front of me. He turned to me and said, "Jennifer Huckabee, four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was drunk. The way you're behaving now… it’s really pathetic." The way he looked at her was soft, and the way he mocked me was sharp and deliberate. I suddenly realized he was right. This was meaningless. So I lowered my head, texted my brother to tell him I’d accept the Sinclair family marriage proposal, then looked up at that man and smiled. "Alright then. Goodbye."