Prisoner's Dividend

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.

10 years ago, Marina cut off her mermaid tail to help Blackbeard's five frog-cursed sons regain their human forms. They swore to marry her, but betrayed and tormented her after falling for a prostitute's lies, unaware they must marry Marina to stay human. Heartbroken, Marina accepts Davy Jones' proposal and leaves forever. Stay frogs, you fools!,

On her half-sister Victoria's wedding day, 25-year-old nurse Lily Watson is forced to marry Dominic Castellano, a ruthless mafia king rumored to have murdered his last wife. When Victoria flees, Dominic's hitmen threaten Lily's family. To save them, Lily takes Victoria's place at the altar—only to become the bride of a man she fears may be a killer.

To change her fate and pay off her debts, Daisy, a young woman, enters into a secret deal with Julian Sterling, a powerful business tycoon. They agree to a one-year "contract marriage," in which Daisy plays the perfect Mrs. Sterling, assisting him with family and business affairs. During this time, their love blossoms from the initial marriage, and they eventually become a couple. <img id="show_more" class="showMore" src="https://assets.pahina.com/dreame/image/69915e4d6ad3a10f7cbea2d6896bb28d.png" alt=""> <div id="dreameshort_download_btn" name="download"> <button class="downloadBtn" name="download"> 🔥Continue Watching👉 </button>

Elijah Baran is a genie in a magic lamp who can grant three wishes. After thousands of years, a billionaire uses his last wish to grant Elijah freedom, but on one condition, Elijah must marry his granddaughter, Christine, for five years! To fulfill the wish, Elijah transforms into a human, marries Christine, and secretly helps her become a successful CEO. However, Christine ignores and constantly belittles him during their marriage. When the five years are almost up, Elijah starts to realize that Christine might never truly love him. He decides to divorce her.

The second the pool water rose over my lashes, I heard Beth’s stiletto heels crush the crystal champagne tower. “Loyalty?” She crouched at the pool’s edge, the tip of her scissors pressing against the neckline of my wedding gown—its silver gleam stabbing my eyes. “You stole Edward from me for three years, and now you hide behind a chastity monument?” Foam dripped from my chin into the water—green-tinged, like tears gone sour. Guests formed a half-circle around the pool, phones raised, lenses fixed on my soaked lace bodice—where a small patch of dark red bloomed: skin torn open by her fingernails moments earlier. “Look closely.” I seized her wrist—and yanked. The scissors plunged with a dull *thunk* to the pool floor. As Beth shrieked and tumbled in, I whipped off my veil and looped it tight around her throat. At the explosion of water, every livestream feed flickered—three seconds of static snow. A backdoor I’d planted last night, deep inside the villa’s security system. She thrashed, choking, pearls flying from her ears just before vanishing down the drain. I leaned in, lips brushing her burning ear: “Stepmother dear… In your husband’s study safe—the third compartment—you’ll find seven paternity reports.” A sharp, rhythmic *click-clack* echoed from the doorway—leather on marble. Not Edward’s usual Oxford shoes. Boots. Military issue. I wiped foam from my eyes and looked up. Framed in the arched entryway, backlit by the sun, stood a man in black tactical gear. A rusted copper bell dangled from his left ear. The faded eagle insignia on his shoulder patch matched—exactly—the one pinned to the lapel of the officer who stood beside my father’s casket fifteen years ago. Beth froze. Her nails dug deep into my forearm. “...Colonel Lin? You were declared KIA in Afghanistan.” He didn’t glance at her. His gaze locked onto my left hand—my ring finger. Where a diamond should have glinted, only a faint pale line remained. “Anna.” His voice was raw, like sandpaper dragged over corroded iron. “Your mother’s last words were this: *So long as that ring remains, the one who took the fall for you hasn’t died yet.*” The pool water shimmered—an unnatural, electric blue. I looked down. Beneath my waterlogged wedding skirt, glowing digits rose slowly from the depths: **07:23:11** Seven hours, twenty-three minutes, eleven seconds—left on the countdown.