

To fund her grandmother's surgery, Chloe Lane signs a one-year sham marriage contract with Victor Grant. After a quick courthouse wedding, they part ways—only to reunite a year later when Chloe takes a job at his mill. Neither recognizes the other, thanks to a lost certificate and false leads.When Zara Taylor, obsessed with Victor, frames Chloe, Victor and Chloe team up. Sparks fly as they fight the crisis, but both hesitate, believing the other is married.

A freak marriage forced her to replace her sister and marry a man in a wheelchair. Pulled into conspiracy involving the rich, a love-hate relationship bloomed between the handsome high-powered businessman and his young and beautiful wife! "Matthias, I thought your legs were unusable? So, you lied to me!" "I never said that!" Unable to escape from his capture, she begged, "I’m just a substitute, please let me go!"

Mandy Gibson was set to be the legal successor of Gibson Corporation, but when her mother died of a plane accident, her father was bewitched by his mistress Landy Chapman and her daughter Ruby Gibson. To get to the bottom of her mother's death and get back what belonged to her, Mandy Gibson trudged along her path of revenge. As fate would have it, she ended up getting Leo Harper, the heir of Harper Group, involved along the way...

Once, everyone admired May White. She was loved, protected, and wrapped in happiness, but one day, her life suddenly collapsed. Her tutor, Sara Milton, happened. It led to May's father's betrayal, brother's death, and mother's madness. That woman destroyed everything. May discarded her name and reappeared before Sara as "Amy Black." Hidden behind her smile was the revenge she planned for 20 years. Now, it's your turn to suffer.

She is a world renowned designer born in a super-rich family with a prestigious background. In order to repay a life-saving favor, she got married with the vegetable patient and took care of him for many years! However, on the day her husband woke up, he kicked her out and married his dream girl! After the divorce, her true identity was revealed! She made the scum ex and the despicable mistress feel so ashamed. Her ex-husband regretted it so much, but unfortunately, it was too late. She was already dating a good-looking young man…

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.
![[ENG DUB] The Wife Who Changed the Story](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
After transmigrating as Yulia Jones—the vicious ex-wife of male lead Jensen Forbes in the novel—she knows the original plot all too well: Yulia aborts their child and divorces him just as his family is sent to the countryside. Determined to rewrite her fate,Yulia devises a new plan, that is to keep her handsome husband by her side and embark on an unexpected journey of love and family.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

Liam was a gynecologist who, while helping out at another hospital, unexpectedly discovered that the woman undergoing surgery was his wife, May. It turned out that May, who had once promised to spend her life with him, had cheated on him. Heartbroken, Liam confronted May and asked for a divorce. May agreed and chose to be with her lover, but her lover was only after her money. In the end, May faced the consequences of her actions, losing everything and inadvertently causing her father's death, filled with regret. Meanwhile, Liam emerged from the darkness and found his own happiness.