

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Just back from abroad, Thalia Prince receives a marriage certificate from her mother—tying her to a man rumored to have a terrible reputation. Determined to secure a quick divorce, she impulsively spends the night with a supposed escort, only to discover that he is actually her husband…

After transmigrating into a novel, Janet Benton is forced to marry the brooding, disabled tycoon Trevor Stout. She plans to use his family's resources to rebuild her dessert business, but a mistaken kiss lets Trevor hear her thoughts and share her pain, exposing all her schemes. As they go from using each other to truly falling in love, they succeed in both career and romance. But during childbirth, their strange connection returns—proving their sweet chaos is far from over.

After transmigrating into the body of a widowed mother with a five-year-old daughter, Judy Floyd struggles to make ends meet. When she saves the life of Jon Shaw, the Frontier Marquis, he falls for her at first sight. Desperate to pay for her daughter's treatment, Judy takes a job as a cook at the Marquis' residence, where the two meet again. Determined to win her heart, Jon pursues her with unwavering devotion, while an unexpected rival threatens to complicate their growing romance. As Judy is gradually won over by his sincerity, the pair must overcome the barriers of status and convention to build a future together.

After serving six years in prison for her boyfriend's crime, Crystal is released only to discover her boyfriend's betrayal: he's engaged to the billionaire Governor's daughter, leaving Crystal heartbroken. Determined to take back her life, Crystal starts an exciting journey dating the Governor and becoming her ex's mother in-law. As their romance unfolds, Crystal finds herself deeply falling for the Governor, despite their fourteen-year-old age gap. Will she choose revenge or follow her heart in this unlikely romcom twist?

During her student days, Tanya Sutton was saved by Zeke Lowe, sparking a long-lasting secret crush. When they meet again, an unexpected one-night encounter leads to Tanya’s pregnancy. They marry, beginning a journey of love after marriage. Under Zeke's powerful and devoted protection,Tanya grows continuously, transforming into a stronger, more confident version of herself.
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During her student days, Tanya Sutton was saved by Zeke Lowe, sparking a long-lasting secret crush. When they meet again, an unexpected one-night encounter leads to Tanya’s pregnancy. They marry, beginning a journey of love after marriage. Under Zeke's powerful and devoted protection,Tanya grows continuously, transforming into a stronger, more confident version of herself.