Too Late, My Love, You Lost Me

Psychologist Fay is assigned to treat a formidable mafia kingpin imprisoned behind bars. The situation turns personal when she discovers her patient is the father of her ex-boyfriend. During a volatile session, the ruthless leader corners her, making his intentions undeniable. Fay attempts to maintain her professional ethics, but she is soon consumed by a powerful attraction to the dangerous man. As he admits to wanting her from their very first meeting, Fay finds herself caught in a forbidden and high-stakes entanglement.

For seven years, I sacrificed my career to be the invisible woman behind my rising star boyfriend, August. But on our anniversary, I watched him on a livestream, openly flirting with his co-star, Alana, while the internet hailed them as the perfect couple. His fans sent me death threats, calling me "forgettable" and "unworthy." When I begged him for help, he called me "needy" and told me I was "overreacting." Yet, when Alana faced the same online hate, he held a press conference, fiercely defending her as a "vulnerable artist." The man who dismissed my suffering was now a champion against injustice for another woman. I realized he wasn't incapable of empathy; he just chose not to direct it at me. I wasn't just forgettable. I was a fool. So I packed my bags, blocked his number, and booked a one-way ticket out of his life, ready to finally stop being invisible.

After losing everything to her ruthless stepfamily, nineteen-year-old Isabella Hart is determined to expose the truth behind her father's suspicious death. Her quest leads her to Adrian Kingsley, a brilliant twenty-four-year-old billionaire investor who owes his success to her late father. When Adrian buys into her school, hidden evidence of a deadly betrayal emerges. Bound by a shared desire for justice, they must navigate dangerous enemies desperate to keep their secrets buried.

After her long-term relationship collapses, a devastated woman finds herself at a crossroads. Just as she begins to navigate her heartbreak, a powerful billionaire enters her life, offering a chance at a fresh start. Their unexpected connection challenges her fear of intimacy and forces her to confront her past wounds. As they grow closer, she must decide if she is ready to open her heart again and embrace a new, high-stakes romance.

When her husband’s infidelity results in a pregnancy, a woman is pressured by her relatives to remain silent and forgiving due to her own infertility. Even her in-laws plot to take the mistress's baby and raise it as her own. However, a hidden medical report reveals a shocking truth that upends their schemes. While the family expects her to play the role of a submissive wife, she realizes that her husband might not even be the father of the child he is so desperate to claim.

My father sold me to a monster to settle a debt. One minute I was a debutante at a gala, and the next, I was being hunted through the service corridors by my own stepmother’s security. I scrambled into a dark penthouse to hide, only to be pinned against the wall by a man whose body felt like a wall of searing heat. He smelled of rain and expensive cedar, his voice a low, pained growl as he gripped my wrist so hard the bone nearly ground together. The next morning, the "Wall Street Monster" arrived at our estate to collect his prize. My father signed the contract without reading a single page, trading me for a wire transfer while my sister laughed at my impending doom. "I heard he uses knives in bed," Kacy whispered, "Hope you have thick skin, sis." A balding, cruel man claimed to be my husband, but it was the silent bodyguard standing in the shadows who caught my tray when I stumbled. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, and his voice was the same gravelly baritone from the dark room the night before. I was terrified, caught in a web of lies about a disfigured beast who supposedly broke women for sport. I didn't understand why this "bodyguard" was looking at me with such predatory intensity, or why he was the only one who stepped in when my father tried to shove me. Then, inside the car, the bodyguard took off his sunglasses to reveal piercing blue eyes and a face that was devastatingly handsome. "I am Gideon Blackburn," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "And in this house, there is only one rule: Never lie to me." The monster wasn't who they said he was, and he was about to show my family exactly what happens when you try to destroy something that belongs to him.