A STORY FOR YOUR MOOD
Billionaire short dramas explore wealth, hidden fortunes, and relationships shaped by money and power.
After one unforgettable night with a plus-size girl, a billionaire CEO never stopped searching for her. But her cousin stole her identity and took her place. Five years later, she returns with their secret twins and lands a job at his company—unaware her new boss is the man who never forgot her.
Billionaire chairman Rick Worth chooses to live as an ordinary househusband, only to be mocked and despised by his wife and children. They believe he's a freeloader, until his true identity is revealed. Everything they took for granted comes crashing down, and this family who called Rick worthless is left with nothing but regret.
Billionaire CEO Sylvia gives her husband unlimited access to her wealth, only to find him using it to woo her assistant at an auction. But cheating is just the beginning—he’s been poisoning her for years to steal her empire. Sylvia fakes her death to let them taste victory, then returns from the grave to deliver the ultimate, devastating revenge.
Ella Thorne, the true heiress, was tricked into marrying her childhood sweetheart Lucas in her past life. Enduring cruel emotional abuse, she died in a miscarriage only to discover he had always loved her adopted sister Evelyn. Reborn three years earlier, she deliberately avoids Lucas, but ends up spending a night with the mysterious Sebastian Falcott under the influence of drugs—and becomes pregnant. Her biased family forces her to take Evelyn's place in marrying the supposedly dying heir of the Falcott family. She seizes the chance to demand property and cut ties with them. At the wedding, she discovers the groom is none other than the mysterious man from that night, and the child she carries is his. Together, they expose Evelyn's schemes and complete their revenge, as Ella finally breaks free from her toxic family and finds lasting happiness with Sebastian.
"I'll leave the decision-making to our children. Girls, do you want 100 million dollars, or your mother?" On the day our parents get divorced, Mom looks at us with tears in her eyes. My older sister, Camila Walker, kneels before Mom while looking very emotional. "I want to stick with you, Mom! I don't want money—I just want you!" As she looks at me, she smiles confidently, as though she's won something. In my previous life, Camila didn't hesitate to choose Dad, who had inherited 100 million dollars. But he lost all of his fortune to gambling to the point that he had to sell Camila just to pay off his debts. Left without a choice, she was forced to take her own life. As for me, I chose to be with Mom, only to find out that the "poor security guard" she had married turned out to be the richest CEO in the city. Thanks to the marriage, I became the spoiled and pampered heiress whom the entire city envied. Camila thinks she's stolen my good luck. Little does she know that I died in my previous life as well.
For seven years in a row, the Moon Goddess chose me to serve as the Saintess of the Silver Moon Pack. And every year, my mate-to-be, Alpha Kael Ashborne, handed the title to my adopted sister, Rosalie. "Rosalie is an Omega. She needs the position if she is ever going to earn the pack's respect." "I promise, Elara. Next year, the title will be yours." My mother baked Rosalie a cake to celebrate and dressed her in a one-of-a-kind gown sewn with moonstones. My father watched me as though he expected trouble, then let out a weary sigh. "Elara, could you try being generous for once and stop making a scene?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. They had no idea why I had fought so hard for the Saintess title for seven years. I had Wolf Soul Decay Syndrome, and only the Silver Spring water reserved for the Saintess could save me. And now, I had only one month left to live. I no longer cried or argued. I simply nodded and agreed to everything they asked. They thought I had finally grown up. They thought I had learned to put Rosalie first. What they did not know was that I would soon be gone for good.
For seven years in a row, the Moon Goddess chose me to serve as the Saintess of the Silver Moon Pack. And every year, my mate-to-be, Alpha Kael Ashborne, handed the title to my adopted sister, Rosalie. "Rosalie is an Omega. She needs the position if she is ever going to earn the pack's respect." "I promise, Elara. Next year, the title will be yours." My mother baked Rosalie a cake to celebrate and dressed her in a one-of-a-kind gown sewn with moonstones. My father watched me as though he expected trouble, then let out a weary sigh. "Elara, could you try being generous for once and stop making a scene?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. They had no idea why I had fought so hard for the Saintess title for seven years. I had Wolf Soul Decay Syndrome, and only the Silver Spring water reserved for the Saintess could save me. And now, I had only one month left to live. I no longer cried or argued. I simply nodded and agreed to everything they asked. They thought I had finally grown up. They thought I had learned to put Rosalie first. What they did not know was that I would soon be gone for good.
Fiona Hughes had been with mafia heir Chase Dalton for years. From their youth to marriage, Fiona believed Chase was her destined love. She gave him everything, solved countless problems for him, and helped make his family more powerful.But after becoming pregnant with his child, Fiona discovered that the woman Chase truly loved had always been his female best friend, Mia Thorne. At a family gathering, Fiona overheard them plotting to get rid of her and take her baby. Only then did she realize that all her sacrifices and tolerance had meant nothing to them.Fiona decided to fight back. She signed the divorce papers and left with her unborn child. Using the connections and resources she had built herself, she formed a new faction and gradually stripped Chase of his power. In the end, Fiona became the new heiress and accepted the love of her childhood friend, Evan Walker. Together, they raised her child, while Chase was left alone with his regret until the day he died.
Nancy thinks Roy is a broke mechanic raising three kids alone. Having lost three children of her own, she asks him to marry her fast. After the wedding, Roy keeps his guard up and his identity hidden—until he falls for her. But the lie's already been told...
The night I lost the promotion I had worked for years to earn, I sent my boyfriend, Arthur, a text message. [I'm a little tired today, but the hot dog at the corner actually tastes pretty good.] My screen stayed dark. Half an hour later, I couldn't stop myself from typing again: [Are you busy? I just want to hear your voice.] A reply finally lit up my screen: [Are you trying to guilt me into sending you money?] I stared at the text, frozen. When Arthur had first started his company, his mother had drained every account and disappeared with all the funds, leaving him with billions in debt overnight. After that, he hated one thing above all else. Women who loved him for his money. For seven years, I had done everything I could to prove I wasn't one of them. We went Dutch on meals, I returned his gifts, and the results of every corporate project I handled were laid out in the open for anyone to scrutinize. And now, as I mindlessly scrolled through social media, I saw a selfie posted by Jessica, the intern who had just stolen my promotion. She was wearing a plunging V-neck gown, pinned with a pigeon-blood ruby brooch. The caption read: [Thank you to Mr. Whitmore for the congratulations
"After three years away from the spotlight, Lena returns with her son Karen on a family reality show. Because Karen looks just like movie star Brayden, the internet brands him as Brayden’s secret son, while Brayden and his fiancée, Doris, publicly humiliate Lena. But no one knows the truth: Karen’s real father is Gavin, a powerful entertainment mogul—and Lena’s legal husband. When Gavin arrives to protect his wife and son, everyone realizes they picked the wrong family to mess with. By the time Brayden regrets losing Lena, she has already chosen a new life with Gavin and their son."
The day I won the eight-million-dollar East Harbor renovation bid, I handed the lead role to Grace Whitman, Ethan Hale’s childhood sweetheart. Ethan thought I had finally learned to be sensible. He happily told me he was taking me to the Maldives for our wedding anniversary. Grace found out that night. She pretended the pressure from work was too much and cried uncontrollably. Ethan panicked so badly that he canceled a board meeting, stayed with her for three days, then called our anniversary trip an emergency client visit and gave Grace the second ticket. When he called me, his tone was still calm, almost entitled. “Sofia, we can talk about emotional stuff later. The company comes first right now. Grace has never handled a project this big on her own. I need to be there with her.” “You’re my wife. You should understand.” I sat alone in our empty apartment and looked at the photo Grace had just posted. In the private airport lounge, Ethan had draped his jacket over her shoulders. Their knees almost touched. Her caption read, [Some people never have to say love. They just show up first, every time.] I didn’t question him. I didn’t cry. I only replied, [Okay.] Ethan probably thought
