ابحث عن دراما قصيرة مجانية - Dramafinds

Her uncle builds an elevator over a sealed gas pit she warned them about. Neighbors torment her mother into a coma. She plays along, signs a tenfold payout contract, and secretly gathers evidence. On his son's wedding day, the building falls. She watches coldly, contract in hand. When the dust settles, who will be buried by their greed?

Best Actress Shen Wanyi catches her fiancé and best friend cheating on her. They scheme to murder her in a car crash. But she reopens her eyes, reborn to the moment before the accident. Together with Best Actor Gu Yanjue, she takes a bloody path of revenge — making the treacherous man and the fake sweetheart pay, and discovering genuine love along the way.

Olivia — a successful businesswoman — is betrayed by her husband Andrew, who replaces her with a younger woman, Cynthia. Heartbroken but unbroken, she teams up with Gregory, Andrew’s charming rival, to take revenge — only to find herself falling for him instead. Their quest for justice turns into a dangerous game where love, lies, and vengeance intertwine so tightly that it’s impossible to tell who’s the hunter and who’s the prey.

Cheng Xi always believed she was living in a happy home, but it wasn't until she accidentally witnessed her husband having an affair with her half-sister that she realized she had been surrounded by lies and falsehoods. In response, Cheng Xi kept her hearing recovery a secret, quietly making those who wronged her pay the price, one by one.

After being betrayed at Jared's wedding, Tessa marries Victor and is pulled into family feuds, workplace battles, and old grudges. But as Jared's obsession spirals into a hijacking crisis, Tessa must fight for her freedom, her future, and the love she never saw coming.

A former top pilot gave up her career for love, only to fall into a cruel trap. When a deadly flight accident unfolds, her husband and best friend plot against her. She saved everyone yet suffered false charges and died in despair. Given a second chance, will she repeat the same mistake or watch her betrayers destroy themselves in the high sky?

Ling Yimo returned for biz summit, father revealed mistress/bastard daughter. Cut ties, bullied by Su Tang & Chen Feifei. Fiancé Lu Shaoze became her light, they took revenge. Villains punished.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.