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Elegant but secretly mischievous, Lydia only wants to stay close to her bestie Sophie. To do that, she sets her eyes on Sophie's aloof brother-in-law, Dr. Adrian. He keeps his distance, yet quietly shields her. Just as Lydia breaks through his frozen heart, his first love returns. Will Lydia walk away, or will Adrian finally fight for her?

After being betrayed by her boyfriend, Gemma Judd, a woman of immense physical strength, drowns her sorrows and spends a night with a stranger, resulting in two mischievous children. Determined and loving, she raises them with care and courage. Amid twists and misunderstandings, love is found, and she learns that even when hurt, happiness can still be embraced.

After being betrayed by her boyfriend, Gemma Judd, a woman of immense physical strength, drowns her sorrows and spends a night with a stranger, resulting in two mischievous children. Determined and loving, she raises them with care and courage. Amid twists and misunderstandings, love is found, and she learns that even when hurt, happiness can still be embraced.

Forced by her father’s betrayal, Elara shatters Hadrian’s heart by pretending to choose another man.Six years later, she is secretly raising her sick son, while Hadrian has risen as the ruthless Vampire King.When they meet again, old hatred ignites with a love neither of them ever buried.

Before Abigail had even recovered from her postpartum confinement, her mother-in-law Madison Matthews stubbornly insisted on driving her, her husband, and their newborn son out of the family home. Everyone was baffled—how could two women who’d once been as close as mother and daughter suddenly turn into bitter enemies? Ten years later, Madison reappeared at the hospital with a 10-year-old boy, and the truth finally unraveled: Madison had a long-hidden illegitimate son.

A man is forcibly transported to a deserted island in 1659 after opening a survival post. Armed only with a Robinson Crusoe novel and mysterious biweekly rewards, he faces deadly storms, hunger and unknown dangers. Teaming up with his loyal dog, he struggles to gather supplies, build camps and defy brutal wilderness fate.

At our engagement party, my fiancé, James Pierce, and my best friend, Rachel Bellini, slipped into Italian again. Years ago, the two of them had gone off to college in Milan together, leaving me to study alone in America. Right before our engagement speeches, James leaned close to Rachel's ear and murmured in low, husky Italian, "If you were the one standing here beside me today, I'd be so much happier." I turned to stare at him in disbelief, every ounce of joy draining out of me in an instant. But James just smiled at me, all innocence, and switched to English. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Nerves getting to you?" I had lost count of how many times James and Rachel had talked in Italian right in front of my face. At dinner, they critiqued the dishes in Italian. At the movies, they joked about the plot in Italian. Over afternoon tea, they traded old stories and private jokes in Italian, things only the two of them understood. I had protested. We had even fought about it. But James would only say impatiently, "Isabella, this is how we lived for four years of college. Can you stop making a scene over nothing? If you can't understand Italian, go learn it yourself!" Rachel glanced at me, smothered a laugh, and went on in Italian, "Look at that shocked little face. She clearly has no idea how hard you went at it with me the night before your engagement party." James answered with utter contempt and absolute certainty. "So what if she found out? You think she could survive without me?" The note card with my speech slipped from my fingers and landed without a sound, but the weight of it hit me like a blow to the chest. They had no idea. My father is Italian. I was born in Italy. After my parents divorced, I moved to America with my mother, Eleanor Bennett, when I was ten. I understood every word they said in Italian.

My body matured faster than most girls my age. When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me. But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body. After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again. By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant." For four years, we kept our affair a secret. He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him. One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up. Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him there, only to watch him gently stroke another woman’s hair right in front of me. He turned to me and said, "Jennifer Huckabee, four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was drunk. The way you're behaving now… it’s really pathetic." The way he looked at her was soft, and the way he mocked me was sharp and deliberate. I suddenly realized he was right. This was meaningless. So I lowered my head, texted my brother to tell him I’d accept the Sinclair family marriage proposal, then looked up at that man and smiled. "Alright then. Goodbye."

My body matured faster than most girls my age. When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me. But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body. After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again. By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant." For four years, we kept our affair a secret. He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him. One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up. Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him there, only to watch him gently stroke another woman’s hair right in front of me. He turned to me and said, "Jennifer Huckabee, four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was drunk. The way you're behaving now… it’s really pathetic." The way he looked at her was soft, and the way he mocked me was sharp and deliberate. I suddenly realized he was right. This was meaningless. So I lowered my head, texted my brother to tell him I’d accept the Sinclair family marriage proposal, then looked up at that man and smiled. "Alright then. Goodbye."

George, the heir to a wealthy family, was saved by Melody when they were children. He gave her a lucky necklace and promised to find her when they grew up and repay the favor. After years of searching in vain, George marries a woman with a crippled leg. He lets others bully her, even causing her to miss her mother's last moments. She asks for a divorce, and George discovers too late that she was Melody all along. Realizing how badly he treated her, George decides to get her back. But Melody also runs into trouble when she goes back to her father who always disliked her, and her tormenting stepmother and stepsister. Will Melody be able to get back what she deserves?