

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

Zoey Shaw wakes up inside a novel as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic end.Refusing to follow the same path, she decides to rewrite her fate—no self-destruction, no foolish choices, just survival and a new beginning. When a shameless ex and a scheming rival show up to cause trouble, she’s ready. This time, she protects her husband, claims her happiness, and crushes every plot against her. She clears her family’s name and rises from ruin to glory.

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.

Naomi who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth ended up poor because she was secretly swapped at birth by a backstabber. However, she still grew up to be an independent and strong woman under perpetual abuse and contempt. Since the moment she saved the heir who was being hunted, Destiny has set its wheels in motion. Six year later, they met each other again, fell in love but were torn apart by a family feud after Naomi found out the true circumstances of her birth... A love story full of ups and downs unfolds...

Switched at birth, noble girl Leah is framed by the fake heiress Megan and suffers brutal abuse that leaves her disabled. Luckily, she meets William, who is secretly pretending to be an idiot. As the truth unfolds, the villains are punished. Leah severs ties with her biased family and finds her own happiness.

Amy was the luna of her pack, growing a pup in her stomach when the alpha betrayed her and took her life, and that of her pup. When she woke up six years earlier she decided to change everything. Revenge would be something she focused on.

Jord's sister tragically lost her life in a car accident, and her last call was to Jord's wife, Sarah. Unfortunately, a misunderstanding arose, leading Jord to wrongly believe that Sarah was somehow responsible for his sister's demise, resulting in a fracture in their relationship. Later, influenced by Tasha's manipulations, Jord coerced a pregnant Sarah into having an abortion and compelled her to donate a kidney to Tasha. Seizing an opportunity presented by a fabricated death from stomach cancer, Sarah managed to escape, reemerging three years later with a new identity – Lucy...
![[ENG DUB] Baby Genius Saves the World](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
To save her grandfather, Ross Hanks, whose family was in dire straits, reluctantly agreed to divorce Zander at the insistence of the Morrison family. Additionally, she relinquished custody of the baby she was carrying to the Morrison family. Five years later, Ross's grandfather passed away, and Zander lost his memory in a car accident. Meanwhile, Ross received an unexpected offer from the Morrison family to work as a babysitter. With the help of the baby genius, they eventually uncovered the truth of what had transpired five years ago. Ross and Zander reconciled and found understanding, culminating in a heartfelt kiss and reconciliation.

To save her grandfather, Ross Hanks, whose family was in dire straits, reluctantly agreed to divorce Zander at the insistence of the Morrison family. Additionally, she relinquished custody of the baby she was carrying to the Morrison family. Five years later, Ross's grandfather passed away, and Zander lost his memory in a car accident. Meanwhile, Ross received an unexpected offer from the Morrison family to work as a babysitter. With the help of the baby genius, they eventually uncovered the truth of what had transpired five years ago. Ross and Zander reconciled and found understanding, culminating in a heartfelt kiss and reconciliation.

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.