Clara Ye is a brilliant and stunning forensic pathologist, but her husband betrayed her with an "innocent" secretary. Determined not to be the victim, on the night she signs the divorce papers, she seduces the mistress's ex-fiancé: Leo Sterling, a cold, muscular, and ruthless police captain. What began as a night of pure and wild revenge transforms into a dangerous game when Clara is transferred to Leo's department. Between autopsies and chases, the tension between the two boils over. Leo claims not to mix pleasure with work, but Clara's touch is the only crime he can't stop investigating.

My father traded me for a canceled debt. My boyfriend sent me away so he could marry my stepsister. Neither expected me to survive the sleeping prince’s wolf. Prince Lucien Voss has been unconscious for months. His parents need an heir, but his deadly spirit wolf refuses every woman brought to his bedside. Until me. The beast everyone fears presses its muzzle into my trembling hand—and suddenly, the girl nobody wanted becomes the Luna Princess. Now I sleep beside a man who cannot answer me. I change his shirts, tend his scars, and whisper things I would never confess to anyone awake. Then my former lover follows me into the palace, determined to use my new position to claim a kingdom. I escape him and stumble back to the prince’s bed. A warm hand closes around my wrist. The sleeping prince opens his eyes. “Who touched you?”

Zora had transmigrated into a book. In her mind, a voice resonated—the Oracle. [Congratulations on your second chance at life! Your mission is as follows—] [Target the villain while he is still at his weakest. Capture his heart and prevent the impending end of the world.] In her past life, Zora was a killing machine bred in the darkest pits of the Arena. Now, she’s transmigrated into a high-magic world with one absurd mission: tame the world-ending villain while he’s still weak. Her method? Instead of offering warmth and love, she plunges golden puppet threads into his very marrow. "Stay still," she whispers, using the villain’s blood to warm her frozen hands. To the Oracle's horror, Zora treats the future destroyer of worlds like a stray pup—ordering him to cook, clean, and keep the fire burning. But as Vane’s shattered bones heal under her command, his gaze turns from lethal hatred to something far more dangerous. He was supposed to destroy the world, but now, he only wants to be the most powerful puppet in hers.

I loved Julian Whitmore for nineteen years. On the night we made our marriage official, he murdered me for the heart beating in my chest. Death should have ended the betrayal. Instead, I became a ghost, forced to watch my husband play the grieving widower while my family helped bury the truth. I could see everything. Prove nothing. Touch no one. Then Lucian Blackwood began looking for me. My ruthless business rival. The man I had spent years fighting. The last person I expected to care whether I lived or died. While the people I loved profited from my disappearance, he refused to stop searching. And every secret I uncovered about him made my wasted life hurt more. I wanted revenge. I wanted my mother safe. But the closer Lucian came to the truth, the more frightened I became of what finding me would cost him.

Julian Hale has three rules for surviving his internship at Apex Capital: Don't make eye contact with Samuel Frost. Don't let him see you break. And never, under any circumstances, let him find out about the online account. Six brutal weeks under New York's most ruthlessly brilliant Managing Director have left Julian one rejection away from a complete collapse. The man is a walking glacier—ice-cold eyes, a voice like cut glass, and a standard so impossibly high that even Julian's best work comes back marked "redo." Not a single word of praise. Not once. So Julian does what any sensible, sleep-deprived intern would do. He buys a skirt. It starts as stress relief—posting anonymous femboy content online, face always hidden, just his slender frame and the quietly fierce energy of someone who's been told he's not enough one too many times. He never expects it to take off. Within months, Julian's faceless alter ego has hundreds of thousands of followers, and the internet has decided he and the mysterious, never-shows-his-face creator known only as "Orca" are endgame. Julian despises Orca. Not because he isn't magnetic, or commanding, or infuriatingly compelling in every post—but because he's a carbon copy of Samuel. Same cold authority. Same effortless dominance. Same air of absolute, devastating control. When Orca DMs him about a collab, Julian says yes out of pure spite—and proceeds to spend every session venting about his terrible boss without ever using his name. Then, slowly, Samuel begins to change. He stays after hours to guide Julian through an impossible project, steady and patient. He appears on the rooftop when Julian is silently falling apart, sliding his handkerchief across without a word. And at the victory dinner celebrating the hardest deal Julian has ever worked on, Samuel reaches over in front of the entire team, cups Julian's head in one warm hand, and says quietly: "Good boy. You did really well." Julian falls. Hard. Hopelessly. Fast. Everything is finally falling into place—until a work errand sends Julian into Samuel's private wardrobe. An entire wall of suits in Orca's exact signature style. And a stack of unopened packages, all still tagged, all in Julian's precise size. Samuel Frost has been Orca all along. And he has known exactly who Julian was from the very beginning.

To save her grandfather’s legacy, Clara agreed to marry Julian, the cold and powerful head of the prestigious Vane family. The rules were simple: no feelings, no interference, just a business arrangement. Julian, known for his ruthless logic and icy heart, promised her everything—status, wealth, and loyalty—except love. But as the mansion’s cold hallways filled with Clara’s warmth, the "Ice King" began to melt. Julian found himself breaking his own rules, obsessively protecting her and craving her touch. However, just as he lost himself in this marriage, a secret from Clara’s past resurfaced. Now, the man who swore never to love is ready to burn the world down just to keep her. "You want a divorce? Only over my dead body."

After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

Sold to the monstrous Blackfang Alpha to save her starving pack, Lyra expects a quick death. Kael Draven is a ruthless warlord who wants her only for power—until his wolf scents something ancient in her blood and refuses to let her go. Hunted by kingdoms and marked by forgotten magic, Lyra uncovers a deadly truth: she is the last Lunar Queen. Now, she must choose her fate—goddess, ruler, or the mate of the most dangerous Alpha alive.

She built an empire. He was just a dad with a toy plane. Neither expected their lives to collide at 30,000 feet… When exhausted tech CEO Evelyn Harrington accidentally falls asleep on a stranger’s shoulder mid-flight, she braces for humiliation. Instead, she finds kindness—and a connection that will take her from a boardroom in L.A. to a hospital bedside in Chicago. Nathan, a single father racing to a job interview, hides a quiet fear: his little boy’s fever has spiked, and he’s not there. Evelyn has no reason to care… until she does. A small act of compassion leads to a choice that will change three lives forever.

When a billionaire inventor is abandoned by her attorney moments before a life-changing trial, the last person anyone expects to save her stands up from the back of the courtroom—a quiet courthouse janitor with a forgotten past as a brilliant lawyer. As corporate greed collides with truth, one man must decide whether to stay invisible or fight for justice one last time.

James, a widowed single dad barely holding it together, made a quiet joke at his CEO's birthday party: “Maybe I should just marry her and solve all my problems.” He never expected Katherine Morrison—brilliant, intimidating, untouchable—to hear it. Even more shocking? She replied, “What if I say yes?”

Eleven years of loyalty. One cardboard box. Lily Harris built Cole International’s client services department from nothing. Then the founder’s son became CEO—and fired her in front of her entire team. He called her lazy. Told her she wasn’t important. Ordered her to leave her badge at reception. Lily walked out. The next morning, the company’s biggest pending partnership stalled. Her phone started ringing. Suddenly, everyone remembered her name. But this time, the Black woman they had underestimated wouldn’t return on a promise. She wanted authority. Recognition. Everything in writing. And the man who fired her couldn’t stand the price of bringing her back. Getting her job back was only the beginning. Keeping her reputation would mean confronting someone determined to destroy it.

For twelve years, Lisa Harper gave everything to her adoptive father’s company. She rescued it from collapse, invested her own money, and built it into a business worth $75 million. Then, at a dinner she thought would celebrate her success, her father smiled and announced that his biological son would take over. Lisa would train him. Surrender her office. And be grateful. As the Black daughter of a white family, Lisa had spent years believing that being indispensable meant she belonged. Now her brother would inherit the credit, while she was reminded how much she owed the people who raised her. But Lisa never agreed to resign. When her family arrives at the office expecting a signature, they find a woman who is finally prepared to say no—and records her father can no longer afford to ignore. They taught her to be grateful for a place in their family. They’re about to learn what happens when she stops paying for it.

My sister-in-law stood in the hallway crying, her blouse torn and her cheek burning red. She said her seventy-year-old father had attacked her. My husband believed her. He comforted his sister, questioned his father’s judgment, and asked him to go upstairs. “This is my house,” Arthur reminded him. It didn’t matter. But I had seen Vanessa turn tears into a weapon before. And when Arthur begged me to check the hallway camera, I found something her performance couldn’t explain away. Then I tried to save the footage. Someone remotely accessed the system—and started deleting it while I watched. Vanessa hadn’t just lied to her brother. Someone had helped her prepare. Now I had to protect the man they wanted silenced, preserve the evidence they wanted erased, and discover what my husband’s family had been hiding behind locked doors.

My four-year-old daughter walked up to the man everyone feared and announced she was going to marry him. I thought she'd just cost me my job. Then Alessandro Romano laughed. The wealthy widower hadn't welcomed a child into his silent mansion in years. But Sophie wasn't afraid of his tattoos, his sharp orders, or the men who went quiet whenever he entered a room. She only noticed his sad eyes. So she gave him her most precious possession: a little gray pebble. He kept it. I should have been thinking about keeping my job. Instead, I started noticing the meals he saved for me, the stories he read to my daughter, and the way he said my name when no one else was listening. Then Sophie recognized a woman in an old photograph. “Mommy, why does he have Grandma’s picture?” My mother had never mentioned Alessandro Romano. And whatever connected our families had been buried long before we arrived.

My four-year-old daughter walked into a billionaire’s meeting, pointed at his future father-in-law, and said, “You told the doctor to lie about the baby.” I was the housekeeper. I expected to lose my job. Instead, Vincent Moretti stopped signing. His fiancée claimed she was carrying his child. Her father wanted the agreement finalized. And my little girl was holding a piece of paper they desperately wanted back. When they tried to frighten her into silence, Vincent stepped between them. I thought exposing their lie would end the trouble. Then someone offered me money to make my daughter take it back—and when I refused, they made it look as though I had already been paid. Now the man who protected us has every reason to question me. And losing his trust is beginning to frighten me almost as much as losing my heart.

Victoria Delacroix slapped me in front of thirty wealthy guests and ordered security to throw me out. She thought I didn’t belong in her family’s luxury boutique. She didn’t know I already controlled the company. One phone call ended her evening. An old sketchbook changed everything I thought I knew about my father. He was a Black tailor from Queens who died believing his greatest opportunity had ended in failure. But the designs that made the Delacroix name famous carried his handwriting. Her family had taken his work, denied him payment, and erased his name. Now her father was offering me two million dollars to keep it that way. He should have asked what I wanted before putting a price on my silence.