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Abandoned by her gambling-addict husband, Cora is saved twice by a stray dog, Sadie. Using a pearl Sadie finds, she becomes CEO of Shanhai Group. Ten years later, she offers a $100M reward to find her lost savior. When her ex-husband fakes Sadie's identity and kidnaps the real dog, Cora risks everything to save her beloved companion.

Billionaire Alexander owes his life to his bodyguard Vera and plans to make her his fiancée if his daughter Evelyn approves. But when Evelyn returns with the family heirloom ring to give her blessing, Vera mistakes her for a homewrecker. Desperate to keep Alexander, Vera teams up with her brother and best friend to ruin Evelyn.

Sienna Hale, a charitable heiress, returns home to bless her father Grant's engagement to Vanessa Reed—a poor student Sienna once sponsored. But Vanessa is no grateful Cinderella. She's a scheming social climber.

When a ruthless billionaire matriarch returns from a three-year covert mission to cure her daughter's illness, she discovers her husband and their former nanny have stolen her empire and left her daughter brain-damaged from abuse—forcing her to unleash her cold-blooded wrath to reclaim her crown.

Powerful matriarch Victoria is mistaken for her daughter-in-law by her son's mistress. She exposes the betrayal, names Emily heir, and together they defeat framing and kidnapping to find justice and love.

Framed and killed, the real heiress is reborn three years into the past. She sets out to expose the fake heiress who framed her, lets go of her attachment to blood ties, and chooses to stay with the adoptive parents who cherish her, while her birth family discovers the truth and regrets it.

Fiona Wynn, a charismatic and proud princess, finds herself thrust into the story slandering her—cast as the despised “vicious lady”. Divorced by her husband, mocked by her half-brother whom she once scorned, and pursued by the nobleman whom she once rejected, Fiona faces a world that wants her gone. But soon, the tables begin to turn.

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.