BLSC #3: Capturing Locason

BLSC #13: Fall For Dylan Lemiere

BLSC #13 Dylan Lemiere Work and Family is his number one priority besides that.. he doesn't care. He thinks that he will never fall in love either since he loves his work too much to care about girls. Lauren Hastington People see her as the definition of a bad and sexy girl but she's a really sweet and honest girl. When she loves someone, she will love them with all her heart but sometimes giving all your love might end up with a broken heart. After her break up with Blane, she decided to move on.. she doesn't expect that the person who will help her to move on is someone that she always has a crush on since she was little.

BLSC #12: Billionaire's Trouble

BLSC #12 Matthew Lemiere Perfect, that's his life definition. He always finds his life to be so smooth and so easy. Everything will work in his hands because he has the best genes. He's smart, handsome, rich and everything you want in a guy but sometimes too perfect makes your life dull. Scarlette Thompson Clumsy and trouble, she's always known for those 2 words. She's been an orphan since she was 2 because her parents were shot in a mass shooting. She was raised by her grandmother alone and she worked so hard to get money for her to live. She might not have money but when she has a little bit of money, she always shares it with someone she thinks needs more than her.

BLSC #11: Billionaire's Girl

BLSC #11 Nathaniel Bryant One of the most powerful young billionaires in America. He achieved the title when he was 23. He built everything from scratch when he was 17 since he had no one and no money in his life. One day he made a mistake and someone decided to kill him.. but little did everyone know and he's not dead yet. He's smart enough to hide everything and come back again. He had a plan and he needs someone from one of the elites.. his one and only hope is Joan Cesborn. Joan Cesborn A beautiful model, she's bright and confident. She loves her job and her life but little did she know someone needs her help. She was kidnapped when she just got out from work and that's where she and Nate Bryant met.

BLSC #10: His Bid on Her

BLSC #10 Joel Cesborn His heart is made of steel, he's a guy that's hard to tame. A lot of girls tried to tame him but no one succeeded. Until he landed his eyes on one girl and he thought he will never see again. Irene Payton A baker, she loves baking with all her heart. She's a really bright person when you know her for a long time but a cold person when you just meet her. She lives simply in New York far from her parents to live her dream. She has a big heart for charity. One day she'll join a bid for charity.. She never thought one of the bidders was Joel Cesborn.

BLSC #9: His Cold Heart

BLSC #9 Axel Cesborn A good guy , if he's in a hero movie. He's always been a good guy. He has a good temper, is calm and can take care of everything without panic. One day someone took that away and turned him into a cold person towards new people. Stella Veros A girl who has a dream to be a doctor but her parents didn't give her the permission to be a doctor. Her parents send her to Cesborn to learn more about business since Veros and Cesborn are close friends. Now she has to find a way to not make that happen.

BLSC #8: Her Black Knight

BLSC #8 Marco Hastington Cruel and cold, that's Marco Hastington in public's eyes. He's a straight foward person to begin with. He loves his work and has no time to care about anyone else. Until one day, he bumped into a girl who got a gun in her body. Her blue eyes already targeting someone and that's where he started to care Cassandra Lancio A beautiful girl that was kept as a mafia puppet because her parents got a big debt. She had no choice but to get orders from Patt Brooks one of the most cruelest mafia to kill someone or to approach someone. One day, Patt made her to approach a man name Lincon in order to get what he wants but she bumped into Marco Hastington instead.

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.

The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground.

Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."