

After the divorce, Ella Blaine's ex-husband, John Jones, asked, "We were married for a year. Did you ever love me?""No!" Ella replied, walking away without a hint of hesitation.Later, a manipulative friend revealed a pregnancy involving John's child. Ella responded by exposing his infertility secret.Years later, when questioned about Ella's decision to marry the seemingly perfect Zac Smith, Ella, with unwavering confidence, declares, "If I can't be his bride, I'll be his new mother. Will he dare not to marry?"

In order to pay for her mother's medical expenses, Olivia Walker, the illegitimate child of the Walker family, marries a poor ex-convict in place of her sister. She has no idea that this man is, in fact, Andrew Smith, the richest person in Cascadia. Their lives then take a sweet but dangerous turn.

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman. For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses. Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate. He rode ahead and took the road, putting his body between the enemy and my escape. “Live,” he said quietly. Then he raised his blade and did not look back. Arrows came like rain. As they tore into him, he turned his head once—only once— After that, his body held the road,and nothing passed. “If there is another life…may Your Highness grant me the mercy to belong to her.” That night, with the city in ruins and the people either dead or fleeing, I climbed the highest tower of the palace. I leapt. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the king. “The northern kingdoms require a royal bride,” I said. “I will go.” This lifetime, I will be the one to cross the border. In my previous life, he died believing he had failed her. This time, I will not allow that regret to exist. I will take the marriage meant for her. I will carry the crown meant to exile her. I will walk into a future she should never have to endure. Let her stay. Let him protect her. Let him live his life believing he has finally kept his promise.

Emily, a café worker who caught the groom cheating with the bridesmaid, decides to marry James, the paramedic who saved her life, in a flash marriage to complete her dream wedding. However, she doesn't know that James is the former billionaire CEO and the sole heir to a wealthy family. Emily, who had sworn never to get involved with rich people again, unknowingly falls in love with James, who is pretending to be an ordinary paramedic.

Mary Larson, a hardworking housekeeper in her 40s, attends her high school reunion, where she reconnects with James Hastings, her wealthy first love who has never stopped regretting their separation. As old feelings resurface, Mary struggles with self-doubt, the weight of her past, and the secret that her son might be James's child.

On the day Corey Meade's father undergoes heart surgery, his fiancée, Amber Neuman, hosts a welcome dinner for her close friend Eric Auden—and even admits she would reunite with him if she weren't engaged to Corey. Unfazed, Corey calmly proposes calling off the engagement. Expecting him to plead, Amber instead erupts in anger, only to realize too late that he no longer loves her.

Rosalie marries Adrian to cover her boyfriend's medical fees and bail her brother out, while Adrian only weds her to spite his ex Rose. After a year of being treated as a disposable tool, Rosalie files for divorce when Rose joins Adrian's company as PR head. Adrian grows attracted to her grit during divorce talks, and begins a desperate quest to win her back.

Ruined by her toxic friend Selina, Mara sinks into a steamy island affair with billionaire Alex. But paradise shatters—Alex is Selina’s fiancé. Bound by obsession yet torn by mistrust, Alex loves and hates her. Driven to the edge, Mara fights back—and in the crossfire, can their dangerous passion survive the war?
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Rosalie marries Adrian to cover her boyfriend's medical fees and bail her brother out, while Adrian only weds her to spite his ex Rose. After a year of being treated as a disposable tool, Rosalie files for divorce when Rose joins Adrian's company as PR head. Adrian grows attracted to her grit during divorce talks, and begins a desperate quest to win her back.

My best friend, Mandy Cooper, and my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, had been at each other's throats since freshman year of college. Years ago, a careless mistake of Mandy’s indirectly led to the death of Logan’s best friend. Ever since that day, Logan made it his life's mission to wreck every ounce of happiness she ever tried to build. The day he crashed her third attempt at a wedding, I had just gotten back from studying abroad. Right in the middle of the chaos and shouting, Logan’s eyes locked onto mine from across the crowded room. It was love at first sight. Now, five years into our relationship, he was still obsessively scheming to ruin Mandy’s ninth wedding. I’ve begged him to drop it a million times, but he always shuts me down with the same stone-cold answer—"She doesn't deserve to be happy." Mandy came to my place in tears, begging for help. She planned to sneak off and throw a low-key wedding out of the country, scheduling it for the exact day Logan was supposed to fly back from his business trip. She needed me to keep tabs on him at home. "Maya, please. This guy is a total catch. He's a college guy, hot enough to be an actor, and I’m going to marry him. You have to help me keep Logan off my back." I promised her I would. To stall Logan, I blew up his phone asking when his flight was landing, but I didn't get a single reply. Then I opened Instagram and scrolled past a photo from Mandy's wedding. Standing right beside her, caught in a grainy side-profile shot, was Logan. The truth hit me like a physical punch. Five years of love, and every second of it was a sick joke. Just as my chest tightened with a numb, hollow ache, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a ridiculously handsome guy standing on my doorstep, dressed in a sharp tuxedo. "Hey," he said, offering a casual smile, "I’m the rent-a-groom Ms. Cooper hired. I'm here for the gig." I stared at him, and suddenly, a quiet laugh bubbled up in my chest. If Logan could turn around and tie the knot with