

Claire Hayes, a fire safety officer, finds her neighbor Tessa Vance blocking the only fire lane, then discovers Tessa's child trapped in a burning home. But Tessa refuses to move her car, steals the ambulance for herself, and later refuses to give blood, unaware the child dying in the rescue room is her own. By the time the truth comes out, every chance to save her child is gone.

After college student Mandy Scott is abducted by human traffickers and forced into a remote mountain marriage, her mother, Gigi Lake, embarks on a relentless journey to find her. The isolated, lawless wilderness where Mandy is trapped makes any chance of rescue seem impossible. Yet Gigi, driven by fierce maternal love and unbreakable resolve, refuses to accept defeat.

I once ruled the underground fight scene, but I walked away from that bloody life to build a legitimate company and protect my son, Apollo. Then my neighbor and her daughter accused him of sexual assault—and demanded five million dollars to keep quiet. Armed with bruises, a disturbing recording, hair samples, and DNA evidence, they turned the entire country against us. Overnight, I became the heartless father protecting a monster, while my company’s stock went into free fall. But I refused to settle. What they didn’t know was that every new lie only tightened the trap I had set. When I finally called Apollo to testify, the courtroom doors opened—and everyone realized the case was built on one unbelievable mistake.

Lucine and her husband, Cheney, were in a devastating car accident that took Cheney's life. Lucine survived but lost her memory. When the powerful Sterling family learned she was carrying Cheney's only child, they sent his twin brother, Noah, to bring her home and ensure her safety. At first, Noah saw it as a duty, but as he cared for the vulnerable and lost Lucine, an unexpected bond began to form. Amidst fierce family struggles, kidnappings, a heartbreaking miscarriage scare, and ruthless outside schemes, their connection deepened—until neither could deny the pull between them.

Margaret had grown up within the royal court, betrothed by her father to Gareth, the son of a duke. One day, she went out to pick out jewelry intended to wear for her upcoming date with Gareth, only to find the premium set she had pre-ordered seized by Ella, Gareth’s secret mistress. Ella even publicly humiliated her, sneering that she was an old maid no man would ever marry.When Margaret stated she was Gareth’s official fiancée, Gareth refused to stand up for her. Instead, he indulged Ella as she snatched the jewelry and slashed Margaret’s cheek. Having reached her breaking point, Margaret asserted her authority as a royal princess and broke off the engagement firmly. It was only then that Gareth realized what formidable power he had offended. He fell into bitter conflict with his lover Ella, and the entire Norton family was ruined because of his reckless deeds.

My friend, George, and I are both knocked unconscious by a basketball. When I wake up, I suddenly hear my late mother's voice. "Tam, don’t let George fool you again. He loves pretending to have amnesia just to toy with you and please Ariana Rogers." I freeze and look at George, who has just woken up. I hear him ask, "Who are you?" My mom goes on, "In your past life, he ruined you. You gave him a good life and everything you have, but he killed you just to be with Ariana. "Listen, your dad is about to ask you to choose a boy to be your brother. Don't pick George. Choose the boy from the Muller family. Even though he never smiles or gives you the time of day. He quietly carries your bottle for you during training every time." Before I can process it, my dad walks toward me and holds out several photos of boys. He says, "Tam, they are all children of soldiers who sacrificed for our country. I plan to adopt one to be your brother. You choose. From now on, we will be a family." This time, I do not hesitate. I point straight at Clyde Muller. "I'll listen to Mom and choose him."

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.

Ordinary young man Luke Myers transmigrates to an apocalyptic world overrun by supernatural creatures called horrors. However, he discovers that when others see horrifying, blood-soaked S-rank malevolent spirits and horror lords, he sees charming girls such as cute lolis, elegant ladies,and everything in between, each with distinct personalities.

At my wedding rehearsal dinner, a photo of me and my fiancé’s older brother—naked in bed—was displayed in front of everyone. I said it was a setup. Jason, my soon-to-be husband and the Don of the Vale, said, “I trust you.” He erased the footage—and married me anyway. For two years, he kept me hidden while my stepsister, Nerissa, stood beside him in public. He said it was to protect me—so I believed him. I believed him even when the rumors said he was sleeping with her, even when he introduced her as his Donna… until today, when I found them in bed together. Jason didn’t even stop kissing her when he saw me. “Do you like this anniversary gift, Alina?” That was when I finally understood— Jason had never believed me—and the reason he still married me wasn’t love. It was punishment.

I'd been with Daniel Bonanno for five years. On our anniversary, I was the one who processed his marriage license application— but the bride wasn't me. It was Emma Miller. He told me it was just a merger. A fake arrangement between families. Once he became the Don, he'd marry me for real. I'd heard that line so many times I'd lost count. But I watched him grow closer to that woman. Day by day. Even when I was kidnapped, he was in bed with her. And finally, it hit me. Five years of loving him, and it was all just a joke. So I faked my death. I made sure everyone thought I jumped off that cliff. But after that, Daniel started haunting the base of that cliff. Two years, pacing back and forth, murmuring under his breath: "I was wrong. Please. Just come back.