A betrayed prince dies in disgrace, only to awaken as his twelve-year-old self, armed with memories of a future that must be undone. He navigates the treacherous court of a neglectful king, outmaneuvers rivals, and protects his mother from plotted ruin. Every move is calculated, every alliance strategic, as he rebuilds his power from the shadows.But revenge is a hollow victory. As he ascends to regency through ruthless means, he grapples with the cost—broken family bonds, moral compromises, and the unexpected solace of a forbidden love. The crown is his, but the throne is built on sacrifice and secrets.

A detective haunted by his friend’s death finds himself drawn into a web of lies spanning decades. Teaming up with a sharp, secretive colleague, he uncovers a covered-up childhood shooting while navigating a dangerous attraction that blurs professional lines.As they chase a killer obsessed with revenge, past traumas resurface, threatening both their lives and fragile bond. In a world where truth is buried beneath layers of deception, survival means confronting ghosts—both personal and criminal.

In the shadows of Renaissance Venice, a constable bound by duty and a rogue swordsman with a mysterious past form an uneasy alliance. They must unravel a conspiracy woven by a secret society of nobles, whose plot for a "pure" republic threatens to drown the city in blood. From treacherous canals to ancient crypts, their investigation becomes a deadly game of wit and blades.As the "Night of the Double Eagle" approaches, their partnership deepens into something more powerful than either expected—a bond that becomes their greatest weapon against the fanatical ideology seeking to control not just Venice, but the human soul itself. They fight not only for justice, but for a future where love and freedom can prevail.

Most women put love first, career second. But I’m not most women. At twenty-six years old, I was the youngest marketing assistant in our company, and I’d fought too damn hard for that position to allow a little anniversary to get in the way.

The beeping of the hospital monitors had become the soundtrack to our lives. My daughter Lily lay in the sterile bed, her small frame dwarfed by the medical equipment surrounding her. Kidney failure. Those two words had shattered our world."Mommy," Lily whispered, her voice barely audible over the machines. "Do you think Daddy will come tomorrow?"......

The chat log ended there.Learning that Steven Landers planned to harm my baby on my birthday tomorrow, I had only one thought: run.To avoid raising suspicion, I had my best friend buy me a train ticket.That night, I watched Steven drink the milk I'd laced with sleeping pills, and he fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

The hovering rescue helicopter flew my father and cousin farther away.I was half-submerged in the water, my hands weakly clinging to the driftwood. Blood had seeped out between my fingers, and my broken ribs were hurting violently.

"Luna’s health is in terrible shape. I’ve decided to bring her home so I can take care of her."  I lowered my gaze. Sitting next to the steaming dishes I’d just set on the table was a medical report.  A cancer diagnosis.  This was William’s idea of an eighth wedding anniversary gift.  Sensing the tension, Luna leaned into his arms, her voice soft and pitiful. “William, forget it. I don’t think Susie wants me here.”  

Pedro's voice hit like a slap, sharp and smug. My ears rang. My heart was sinking.I stared at Vivian, blood pooling under her, and croaked, "Pedro, I'm serious. She's dead."He snorted.

My name was Matthew Smith, and I was a salesman. Due to the pandemic, my company’s business has been rough. It was already a blessing that I was able to keep my job. However, I did not manage to get any sales commission.