On the day of her wedding, Juliette Swanson's fiance was shot and she was abducted by her abductor and was forcefully married off to her abductor. On this ride, she gets to know that her abductor lives two lives. One as a successful businessman and when it turns dark, he is a mafia don, and into illegal weapons. Juliette's life turns darker as she continues hating her forceful husband who keeps her isolated from everyone but she is confused as she is never abused or harmed under Zachary, her now-husband. Soon, she finds the truth of her ex-fiance and gets to know that he was also a criminal linked with Zachary's past and her own family played with her and played a major role in her abduction. In this love-hate relation, Juliette gets to see new faces of people whom she thought were her saviors and as she gets closer to her husband she sees more than just his dark side.

On the day my mate's dying first love went into labor, his parents posted ten warriors at my door. They did it only to stop me from storming the delivery room and ruining the birth of Alpha Kaelen's heir. However, I never showed up, not even after the cries of a newborn filled the air. His mother, the former Luna, held the other she-wolf's hand with a sigh of relief. "Liana, with us here, that barren Elara will never harm you or the pup!" Kaelen dabbed the sweat from Liana's brow, his eyes filled with adoration. "Don't worry, my father has men guarding the pack borders. If Elara dares to cause trouble, we will exile her forever!" He finally relaxed when he was sure I wasn't coming. He couldn't understand. All he wanted was to give his dying first love a child, a legacy. Why couldn't I be more understanding? Looking at the sleeping pup, a satisfied smile crossed his face. He thought that if I would just show up and apologize to Liana, he would forgive all our previous fights. He'd even be willing to comfort me after the birth, maybe even let me be the pup's mother in name, so I could keep my title as Luna. But he didn't know. I had just submitted my application to the High Council. In one week, I would relinquish my pack status, leave with the babies in my belly, and never see him again.

I'm the despised fake heiress of the Capital Elite Circle. When the real heiress returned, I was hastily married off to the notorious comatose heir rumored to have a violent temperament. On my wedding night, I lay on the cold marriage bed, forced to listen to the passionate sounds of the real heiress and my former fiancé from the next room. Suddenly, a burning hand gripped my wrist. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into deep, unfathomable dark eyes. "Who are you?" the man asked, his voice hoarse from years of silence. Looking at his face—which resembled his younger brother (my ex-fiancé) but was a hundred times more handsome—I leaned closer and whispered softly in his ear: "Husband, I'm your wife. Your brother has been tormenting me. You need to help me."

At her husband's funeral, illegitimate son Felix Grant seized the urn containing the ashes, publicly demanding his inheritance. Mother-in-law Victoria Palmer openly favored the illegitimate son, forcing Sylvia Woods to surrender her assets. Sylvia appeared compliant but had secretly transferred all assets, with the company already bankrupt and thirty million in debt. She "transferred" the property to Felix Grant, burdening him with the debt. Victoria Palmer went even further, kidnapping Sylvia's daughter Eve and attempting to marry her off to the Harrison family's son, who had XYY Syndrome. Sylvia fought back, exposing the truth that Felix had caused Charles Grant's death, and submitted evidence to the authorities. In the end, Victoria Palmer was convicted of trafficking women, Felix was imprisoned for negligent homicide and debt fraud, and Jessica Miller was forced to bear the financial burden. Sylvia and her daughter changed their name to Woods, moved overseas, and began a new life. After years of calculated patience and strategic planning, her revenge was complete.

The most embarrassing moment of Cathy's life was unfolding right before her eyes. Her ex had just silenced her with "Why are you still writing novels when you only make two grand a month?" Then, in the brief moment she'd escaped to the bathroom, a man had appeared out of nowhere in her rundown flat—a place with a monthly rent of 700 quid, a bathroom door that wouldn't properly close, and Wi-Fi that worked only when the gods were smiling. The stranger wore an old-fashioned three-piece suit, complete with a watch chain dangling from his waistcoat pocket, looking like he'd stepped straight out of Downton Abbey. "Cathy. His voice was deep and magnetic, with the warm crackle of an old vinyl record. “We need to talk." Cathy's chopsticks clattered to the floor. Her first instinct was to call 999; her second was to grab the nearby broom and swing it at him. Wait—hadn't she seen that face somewhere before? "Y-you," she stammered, backing away until she hit the wall. "How the hell did you get in? I definitely locked that door!" "The shadows," the man said expressionlessly, pointing to the corner of the room. "I came through the shadows over there." "…Huh?"

When Ava walks into the presidential suite and discovers her father Damian in bed with her best friend Scarlett, her world shatters instantly. Even more devastating is her mother Catherine's response—urging her to "just endure it, he'll come back when he gets bored," choosing silent suffering over confrontation. Everything changes when Damian publicly slaps Catherine at the Country Club. This humiliation finally awakens something dangerous in the long-suffering woman. As it turns out, Catherine Anderson has been secretly gathering evidence for years; beneath her facade of a fragile socialite lies a predator who has been patiently waiting to strike. Mother and daughter join forces, using an elaborate charity luncheon to expose Scarlett's fake pregnancy scheme and publicly strip Damian Anderson of his carefully constructed dignity. But the most shocking revelation is yet to come—Scarlett's motivation for seduction stems from Damian's business betrayal of her father years ago. This isn't just a tale of infidelity, but an intricate web of revenge where three players are locked in a deadly game of retribution and justice.

I once believed Terry Grant was my salvation. Until my brother's engagement party, when he showed up wearing my sister's perfume and gave her the gift I had personally prepared for him. I threw away the ring in front of everyone, but he used family interests to force me into marriage, only to keep me trapped by his side to torment me. He pushed me to the edge, yet when my heart had already died, he knelt down professing his love. "Eula," he begged, "I'll give you my life, just don't leave." I smiled. I drugged him myself, disappearing completely as he howled in desperation. Terry, your love came too late, and it was too tainted.

When Jackson Carter, future Alpha of the Platinum Moon Pack, turns 17 he is appalled to discover that wolf-less orphan Rose is his promised mate. Surely the Moon Goddess has made a mistake? He deserves a Beta's daughter right? or at the very least a Gamma’s?

"I'm pregnant with twins. And it's yours." When coffee shop owner Sienna discovers her boyfriend's betrayal, she never expects a one-night stand with mysterious billionaire Damon Sinclair to result in pregnancy—especially after her endometriosis diagnosis. Damon proposes marriage, offering to save her business from her vengeful ex. But behind his amber eyes lies a secret: he's the Alpha King of the Silver Moon pack, and Sienna carries dormant werewolf genes. As their twins grow within her, so does something else—a primal power awakening in her blood. Will Sienna embrace her hidden nature before the full moon reveals everything? Or will history repeat itself in the most deadly way?

In a snow-covered park, an amnesiac woman awakens in excruciating pain to find a female corpse in a red coat lying beside her. Using an ID card, she identifies herself as Sato Kiko and decides to analyze the crime scene to clear her name. By observing subtle clues—a red scarf hanging high in a tree branch and two apartment buildings of different heights—she deduces this was a meticulously planned body disposal. The killer had intended to throw the corpse from the taller building onto the roof of the shorter one to fake an accident, but tree branches interfered with the trajectory, causing the plan to fail and the body to accidentally strike her as she passed by. When she looks up at a suspicious window in the high-rise, she spots a silhouette smoking, watching her. However, just as she approaches the truth, she receives another devastating blow to the back of her head.