Emily Carter came to Florence to rebuild her life with the man she thought she loved. Instead, beneath the golden lights of Italy, she discovers betrayal waiting in their tiny apartment—and walks away from the future she crossed an ocean to protect. Heartbroken and alone in a city that suddenly feels dangerous, Emily catches the attention of Alessandro Romano: an older, impossibly powerful man whose name makes people lower their voices.

She thought she was raising a lonely AI boy inside a mobile game. But while Evelyn Carter logged in for comfort, Adrian Vale devoted his entire existence to her. For years, she became the only light in his empty world—the voice that healed him, the person he loved with terrifying obsession. Then one day, the boy from the game appeared in real life. Now Adrian is no longer the fragile child trapped behind a screen. He is rich, powerful, dangerously possessive… and living right next door. Evelyn thinks their meeting is coincidence. She doesn’t know he memorized her routines years ago. That he watches her every night. That every act of kindness she gives him only makes his obsession worse. Because Adrian doesn’t just want her love. He wants her entire world.

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.

Lydia thought she was the luckiest woman in the world when she married Julian, the sole heir to a powerful empire. But on the eve of their union, a cruel kidnapping and a cold threat forced her into a three-year exile. When Julian finally hunted her down, his love had mutated into a suffocating obsession. He claimed she was his life, yet he secretly poisoned her to ensure another woman’s child remained the only heir. From the ashes of a tragic miscarriage and the blinding flames of betrayal, Lydia realizes there is only one way to reclaim her soul: she must die to truly live.

Stop it, I can’t take much more. It wraps around my waist in the morning, winds around my legs at noon, and by night, it slips right under my clothes—can’t shake it off. After a catastrophic research vessel accident in the Puerto Rico Trench, Elara thought her life was over. Instead, she woke up in a glowing, bioluminescent palace at the bottom of the world, kept as a "pet" by a creature who shouldn't exist. He is Kaelen—a colossal, silver-haired deity with golden slit pupils and endless, shimmering tentacles that never want to let her go. He tells her she can only breathe through his essence; to leave him is to embrace certain death. But as his heated coils wrap tighter around her each night, Elara finds herself fearing his absence more than his possessive embrace. Is it survival, or have the whispers of the deep finally claimed her heart?

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.

On the day she discovered she was pregnant with triplets, Vivian Su received a cold email from her contract husband, Adrian Lu: "The agreement has expired. Here's 60 million. Move out by the end of the month." Without a single tear, she signed the papers and disappeared with the small fortune. After all, with 20 million for each baby, who needs an absent husband? However, when renowned surgeon Adrian realizes that the woman he considered just a business deal has taken his heart—and his heirs—with her, he turns the city upside down to find her. But Vivian is no longer the "invisible wife" she once was; now, she has her own mansion and a future where he is not invited.

Five years of marriage, a devoted heart, and a son she nearly died for—Clara thought she had it all. But in Arthur’s heart, there was always a forbidden room reserved for his first love, Mia. Even their son, Leo, called Clara a "witch" and wished for another mother. After being abandoned in the pouring rain on New Year's Eve, Clara finally realized that some hearts are just stones that can never be warmed. She signs the divorce papers, leaves the diamond ring behind, and disappears into the night. When she is finally gone, why does the man who never loved her suddenly feel like his world is collapsing?

On their wedding anniversary, Adeline caught her husband, Dominic, in bed with the girl she had been sponsoring. Instead of an apology, Dominic handed her a divorce decree with a cold smile: "Sign it, Addie. It's just to coax the girl." Little did he know, Adeline was carrying his child. Driven to despair by his cruelty and betrayal, she chose to fake her own end and vanish. Years later, when they met again, she was someone else's bride, and the once-arrogant billionaire fell to his knees, begging for a second chance.

She cared for him during seven years of total darkness, sacrificing her youth and even her health to be Night Knightley's eyes. Clara Jiang believed their love was unbreakable, until his sight was restored and the first thing he did was secretly marry the woman who had abandoned him in the past. "I'll accept the 50 million and disappear forever," Clara promised her mother-in-law. While Night plans a life with his "first love," he doesn't realize that the only woman who truly loved him already has her bags packed for the other side of the world. Some wounds never heal, and some hearts stop beating for those who don't deserve them.

Lydia thought she was the luckiest woman in the world when she married Julian, the sole heir to a powerful empire. But on the eve of their union, a cruel kidnapping and a cold threat forced her into a three-year exile. When Julian finally hunted her down, his love had mutated into a suffocating obsession. He claimed she was his life, yet he secretly poisoned her to ensure another woman’s child remained the only heir. From the ashes of a tragic miscarriage and the blinding flames of betrayal, Lydia realizes there is only one way to reclaim her soul: she must die to truly live.

Three years. Natalia thought she was living a fairytale with the man who saved her life twice. But behind Sebastian’s intoxicating kisses and whispered promises lay a cold-blooded scheme. He didn't love her; he only wanted to destroy her brother—his greatest rival. From the hundreds of hidden videos to a staged car accident, every heartbeat was a calculated move in his game of revenge. When the mask finally slips, Natalia realizes that the "god" who pulled her from the wreckage is the very devil who wants her in hell. Now, she’s done playing the submissive doll. If he wants a game, she’ll give him a goodbye he’ll never forget.

I spent ten years waiting for a ghost. He was my Angel—the one who rescued me from the trash, taught me to speak, and whispered that I was precious. But on my fifteenth birthday, he vanished into thin air, leaving me with a heart frozen in time and a silver cross that felt like a leaden weight around my neck. I thought the hardest part was living without him. I was wrong. On my twentieth birthday, the Monster arrived. He didn't come with wings; he came with fangs and eyes the color of fresh martyrs' blood. In one night of crimson snow, he tore the life from my veins and replaced it with a hunger that defies God. He turned me into the very thing my Angel fought to protect me from. But as the Monster drags me into the dark aristocracy of Veridian City, he whispers a truth that shatters my soul: “Your Angel didn't leave you, Aurora. He imprisoned you.” Now, I am caught in a lethal game between the savior who loved me with a lie and the predator who broke me to set me free. One holds the key to my past; the other holds the leash to my future. In a world of eternal night, who do you trust when your Angel wears a mask of thorns, and your Monster is the only one telling the truth?

Sienna Valentine has spent over a decade chasing one man: Julian Sterling. To him, she is just a little girl—his best friend’s little sister. To her, he is the world. After thirty-three rejected marriage contracts and countless heartbreaks, Sienna decides to leave it all behind for a fresh start at Metropolis University. But when Julian suddenly reappears, pushing her toward other men while holding her close in his own cold way, the lines between "brotherly care" and "forbidden desire" begin to blur. Is she truly a stranger on a road with no return, or is he just afraid of his own heart?

Lydia thought she was the luckiest woman in the world when she married Julian, the sole heir to a powerful empire. But on the eve of their union, a cruel kidnapping and a cold threat forced her into a three-year exile. When Julian finally hunted her down, his love had mutated into a suffocating obsession. He claimed she was his life, yet he secretly poisoned her to ensure another woman’s child remained the only heir. From the ashes of a tragic miscarriage and the blinding flames of betrayal, Lydia realizes there is only one way to reclaim her soul: she must die to truly live.

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.

Stop it, I can’t take much more. It wraps around my waist in the morning, winds around my legs at noon, and by night, it slips right under my clothes—can’t shake it off. After a catastrophic research vessel accident in the Puerto Rico Trench, Elara thought her life was over. Instead, she woke up in a glowing, bioluminescent palace at the bottom of the world, kept as a "pet" by a creature who shouldn't exist. He is Kaelen—a colossal, silver-haired deity with golden slit pupils and endless, shimmering tentacles that never want to let her go. He tells her she can only breathe through his essence; to leave him is to embrace certain death. But as his heated coils wrap tighter around her each night, Elara finds herself fearing his absence more than his possessive embrace. Is it survival, or have the whispers of the deep finally claimed her heart?