My husband's cooking is killing me—nobody believes me. I hired a detective: he quit his job to poison me with an undetectable herb, and hid cameras to watch me die. "No divorce," he said. "Only widowhood." I had the evidence. He got 20 years. Me? I'm free.
Up to EP 20Three Years' Too LateBrowse
Up to EP 28Divorced, I Married the Beast KingBrowse
Up to EP 25The Godfather’s Runaway BrideBrowse
Up to EP 30This Time,The Mafia Don’s Wife Won't Lose her Baby TwinsBrowse
Up to EP 25No More Comfort for the Rock KingBrowse
Up to EP 20After being betrayed by Alpha, I became my own LunaBrowse
Up to EP 25The Heiress’s Revenge ContractBrowse
Up to EP 30Tortured to Death on My 18th BirthdayBrowse
Up to EP 21The Price of Betraying the Mafia HeiressBrowse
Up to EP 18Free From His DeceitBrowse
Up to EP 28They Bullied the Wrong Girl—She Has 99 Rogue Alpha DadsBrowse
Up to EP 25My 188 Dads Blow Up The Lavish BanquetBrowse