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“You have to remember who the enemy is!” My mom told me when our family was framed and both my parents died protecting me, and I have been bearing it in mind for all my life. I was adopted and raised by a kind woman, but when my grandfather finally found me and I was ready to return home, the girl I saved, in turn, harmed me and even pretended to be me! I lost my memory, luckily, he, my childhood friend, now the handsome billionaire CEO, saved me, and took me in as his fiancee! I’m going to regain my power, and revenge on the bad!

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.

On her seventh anniversary, Vivian’s mansion is trashed on livestream by Sophie, who mistakes her for Arjun’s mistress—only to learn she is his wife. Vivian then discovers Arjun is sleeping with both Sophie and her best friend Mia. Armed with an ironclad prenup, the secret Sterling heiress begins her ruthless revenge.

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.

Stolen at birth, tortured her whole life, and killed before she could fight back. Now she's reborn... and she remembers everything. Armed with deadly skills and a score to settle, she's taking back what's hers — one enemy at a time. But greater powers are moving against her. Can she survive long enough to win?

Dragged to her ruthless family, a hidden heiress is brutally tortured by fakes. With crippled hands, she endures the agony to avenge her mother. Finding a lost god-tier symphony, she crashes the grand inheritance concert! Playing a flawless masterpiece, she exposes her enemies. Will she burn the cruel legacy and claim her throne?

Wheelchair-bound heiress Chloe was drugged and left to die by the man she loved. Then she got a second chance. While her fiancé still sees her as his helpless victim, Chloe gets away with a perfect crime—she seals his family inside the basement with concrete and fools him to bury them for money. This time, she's not the one begging for mercy.

An evil mother-in-law, desperate for a grandchild, forces her daughter-in-law to drink a bizarre herbal concoction every day. The strange taste makes the poor woman throw up constantly. Unfortunately, this time it triggers premature labor. To make matters worse, she isn't fit for a natural birth. The doctor suggests a C-section, but the mother-in-law flat-out refuses.

Billionaire heiress Chloe Vance shelters her husband Rohan's penniless family in her luxury villa—only for them to steal her late mother's emerald necklace, evict her, and stage a fake-royalty wedding. Chloe strikes back: exposes the theft and fraud live, then traps Rohan and rival Sterling in a corporate espionage sting. Divorced and unshackled, she leads her company to a trillion-dollar valuation, proving kindness must have teeth.