

When Julian, the true heir by blood, was finally brought back to the Family, my cold-blooded adoptive parents cast me aside. They sent me to "The Abyss"—a clandestine hellhole where billionaires and mafia bosses paid to hunt, rape, and slaughter human prey.No matter how humiliatingly I begged for mercy, I remained locked in an iron cage, passed around as prey for those bloodthirsty beasts.Days later, a photo of me—covered in whip marks, kneeling like a dog with a chain around my neck—made its way to my beloved fiancée, Vivienne.Standing before the press, the untouchable Mafia Princess sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "He’s pathetic and utterly filthy. The Valenti family would never align with such trash. I'll be marrying Julian instead."On cue, the Russo family officially disowned me, permanently stripping me of their name.After I was tortured to death, the wedding of the century commenced, broadcast live worldwide to celebrate the alliance between two major mafia families.But right then, my "wedding gift" was delivered.When the box was opened, the entire room went dead silent.
![[ENG DUB] A Night He Planned for Years](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Elite lawyer Kylin Taylor walks into a cafe and finds her fiance Zane Walker attending tenderly to his mistress. She doesn't make a scene. That night, she slides a condom into a legal contract and hands it to Zane's closest friend, David Evans, Eryland's most talked-about playboy. "Hotel tonight? It's on me." What begins as cold, surgical revenge becomes something stranger: she uses David to deliver Zane a humiliation; David plays along with every sign of enjoying himself.But as the game deepens, he drops the act entirely and and starts betting everything he has on her instead of the thrill. Kylin realizes, with a jolt, that she never had control of this board to begin with. Someone laid these pieces into position ten years ago, and it wasn't her.

Straight-A nerd Phoebe’s love life goes to hell when she confesses to the wrong guy—Beau, the school’s resident menace. Blackmail turns into a makeover pact, enemies turn allies in a teenage war of attraction. Volatile chemistry pushes rivalry into temptation as Phoebe must decide: her Prince Charming—or the irresistible asshole on a bike?
![[ENG DUB] The One She Can't Quit](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Five years ago, a misunderstanding caused Cecilia and Lambert's divorce. Now back in the country, she works at a hospital and runs into her ex-husband, ending up in his bed. Since then, Lambert has been pushing hard to get back into her life. Divorced, but still sharing a bed.

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.
![[ENG DUB] After He Placed an Unlimited Bid for His Mistress](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
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.

Three months into her marriage with Xavier Hudson, the heir to a notorious gang family, Quinn Shelton is hit by tragedy when Xavier dies in a fatal car accident. At Xavier's funeral, factions within the Hudson family demand Quinn give up control of the family legacy. The unexpected return of Samuel, the second son, after years abroad, creates further discord, as some see him as a mere puppet fit to assume leadership. Surprisingly, Samuel mirrors Xavier in appearance but chooses to ally with Quinn, throwing his support behind her as she fights to retain authority.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Tommy, the ruthless second-in-command of a mafia family, crosses paths with Mathilda, a college student, sparking an unexpected connection. As secrets unfold and danger looms, their lives collide, forcing them to confront their pasts and the choices that will define their future.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.