Human Lyra stumbles on Dragon King Kael and shares a passionate night. Tricked by a fake prophecy, he casts her out—only for Lyra to bear his half-dragon daughter Amber. Years later, she returns seeking a healer to save her sick child. Old sparks reignite, jealous rivals plot, and hidden blood ties surface as they fight for their family and broken love.

True heir Kai of Hale was framed, lost an arm in exile. Back home he suffered family’s unfair treatment till Marshal Ash rescued him. The fake son mutated and summoned monsters. Kai defeated them, abandoned his family and started a new life with Ash.,

Julie is an underground fighter—until Gina, her younger twin sister whom she hasn’t seen in thirty years, tracks her down. Gina is a billionaire, terminally ill with cancer, stuck with a cheating husband and three rebellious kids. Her dying wish: “Julie, hold my family together.”Julie takes Gina’s place and steps into her world of wealth. Everyone assumes this seemingly meek “Gina” won’t change a thing. But Julie whips the kids into shape with her fists and tears the cheating husband to shreds, knitting the fractured family back together.When the truth about the switch comes out, the three kids have her back. Gina pulls through surgery. Two moms, three kids, one family.

Jake, a disgraced homeless drunk, is secretly Bullseye, a legendary sniper hiding to avenge his murdered wife. Forced into a fake marriage with the president’s daughter for an anti-terror mission, he exposes his brother’s crimes, defeats a coup, clears his name, and returns as a hero.,

A hidden heiress of Sinclair family builds her husband into a luxury tycoon—until his affair with the restaurant manager and a viral electro-eel attack expose his betrayal. Revealing her true identity, she destroys the empire she built for him.,

The instant I plunged into the pool, Isabella’s scream lodged in her throat—like a violin string abruptly snapped. Three meters underwater, her skirt billowed like black seaweed, tangling around my wrist. I seized her ankle and hauled her upward; my fingertips brushed an old scar along the inside of her calf—the one she’d gotten at seven, when she shoved me into a glass door to snatch the strawberry cake from my hands. Breaking the surface, she choked and coughed, curling into a shrimp-like hunch, her mascara smeared into two bruised streaks beneath her eyes. On the poolside, my mother gripped her champagne flute until it clicked and groaned in her hand. My father stood crookedly, his tie askew, his gaze locked onto the mole behind my left ear—the exact spot marked “distinguishing mole” on his twenty-year-old sperm donation records. “Asher?” My mother’s voice trembled. “You… you were placed in foster care at five…” “By you,” I said, wiping water from my face. My soaked work vest clung tightly to my chest, revealing an old, worm-like scar just below my collarbone. “That day, Isabella wore a new dress—and tossed candy wrappers at me through the car window.” Sirens pierced the party music. Two officers stepped forward, cuffs glinting. Before they could speak, Isabella grabbed my arm: “Wait—he saved me!” Before the words fully left her lips, her phone slipped from her drenched skirt pocket. The screen lit up with an unsent text draft: [Dad, Asher broke in again today—to steal the ring. This time I caught him on camera opening your safe…] I looked down at her. Water dripped from her jawline into the pool, rippling outward in quiet, concentric circles. Turns out the sharpest blade is always hidden inside the sweetest wrapper.