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A CEO returns to the village that raised him, only to find the project meant to save it is a scam. The village chief nearly dies protecting him. The CEO is beaten and locked away. He escapes, his identity explodes, and the criminals fall. Now he must rebuild. Can a man who built an empire ever repay a debt written in blood?

Wife cheats, kids betray, her lover moves in—after 20 years as househusband, they four throw him to zombies. They don't know he's the Ark Master—sole savior. Betrayal, exile, humiliation—now he returns, deciding life and death of his ex-wife, her lover, and his kids. Ark doors open, but their names are off the survival list.

Mila Holt, a girl from a poor family, is left buried in medical debt after her sister Gia’s affair with wealthy CEO Jonathan ends in a car crash. Jonathan’s cold, powerful daughter, Tess Grey, uses Mila to punish her parents, making her sign a contract to be her girlfriend.

Nora Miles was told by her doctor that she had only six months to live. Then, betrayed by her boyfriend, she was saddled with a staggering $1 million in debt and plunged into despair. Just as loan sharks cornered her with nowhere left to turn, Evan Kane appeared before her. Once her classmate, he was now the most feared underboss of the Stuart Gang, a notorious name in the criminal underworld. I'll pay off the full $1 million in six months. If you're willing to risk your life, you can do anything."" Determined to take back control of her life, Nora threw herself into the ruthless world of the night. Amid revenge and violent passions, Nora began to fall for Evan as she discovered the deep love hidden beneath his cold exterior. But the two were soon pushed to the brink by relentless schemes from Nora's deranged ex-boyfriend and Sloane Voss, the gang boss's daughter, who was determined to marry Evan herself. With death closing in and a life-or-death love growing in the darkness, a woman standing on the edge of despair joined forces with the most dangerous man of all to carve out her own destiny. A dangerous yet intoxicating romantic revenge thriller filled with love, obsession, and suspense.

A wealthy female tycoon rushes to kindergarten after getting a call about a hit and run. She finds the driver is her ex husband's new partner who tries to bribe and frame others to escape blame. Dark secrets unfold at the child's funeral, including hidden affairs and the boy's true origin...

Khloe Evans is framed by her stepsister Sloane and ex-fiancé Eric, leading to her imprisonment. After three years, she's released to save her ailing mother, who is held hostage by Sloane. Khloe encounters Henrik Watson, a powerful underworld kingpin, who saves her from an attack. Henrik proposes a fake engagement for a family patent, and Khloe agrees, seeking revenge and her mother's safety. Henrik demonstrates his power by crippling Karl Russell, the man Sloane intended Khloe to sleep with. Khloe then publicly humiliates Sloane and Eric at their engagement party with scandalous revelations. She reclaims her identity as "Snowpear," the author of the novel Sloane starred in, and takes the lead role in its adaptation, investing a large sum. During an audition, an actress attempts to harm Khloe, prompting Henrik to brutally kill the assailant and her powerful backer, solidifying his protective stance. Khloe also learns her father framed her due to a will. Their "fake" engagement deepens with Henrik's growing possessiveness and Khloe's complex feelings.

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

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.

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.

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.