

In Northo, it's well-known that Tony Gray, the son of the chancellor, is set to marry Elena Shaw, the only daughter of the prestigious Shaw family. Alto has a strict rule that any woman who remains unmarried by the age of twenty will be assigned an arranged marriage, often to someone undesirable. However, just before Elena's twentieth birthday, her fiancé Tony unexpectedly requests that her maid become his first wife, shattering Elena’s heart.

A strange marital misunderstanding lands her into marrying a man in wheelchair, sweeping her up into a whirlwind of scandals of the elite as a story of love, hate and revenge unfolds between a cold CEO and a stand-in wife! Love has met its match, and their love will certainly be a turbulent one!

"""For ten years, I was Vincenzo Moretti’s blood-bound wife — his Pure Source, his shield, his silent sacrifice. Until the night he left me and our newborn son to die on a cold street so he could stay with his mistress. He took everything from me. My child. My mother. My last drop of hope. Now that I’ve finally walked away, the almighty vampire prince has gone mad trying to win me back. He burns his empire, discards his lover, and begs on his knees for the woman he once called “replaceable.” But I’m not the same Isabella anymore. Some monsters realize their mistake only after they’ve already lost everything. And I will never let him drag me back into the dark."""

Seraphina, a human priest’s untouched daughter, is fated to be the only one to free the Devil Lucifer from his curse. She finds it desperate, but Lucifer’s relentless pursuit makes this forced marriage spark a real romance. Just when they finally fall for each other, they find the cruel truth of his curse: consummating their love means one of them must die...

Sold out by someone in dark web, Nina Morgan bumps into mafia lord, Max Luther in the riches’ hunting game. Once an aristocracy, Nina is now dragged into inferno by Max, lost in sweetness and tortures. She finally makes up her mind to leave, but Max confines her no matter how many times she tries. It’s out of love, or of hatred? Overwhelmed by love and forbidden desire, the two hurt each other but simultaneously save each other.

Sold out by someone in dark web, Nina Morgan bumps into mafia lord, Max Luther in the riches’ hunting game. Once an aristocracy, Nina is now dragged into inferno by Max, lost in sweetness and tortures. She finally makes up her mind to leave, but Max confines her no matter how many times she tries. It’s out of love, or of hatred? Overwhelmed by love and forbidden desire, the two hurt each other but simultaneously save each other.

Memory stolen. Love betrayed. As Gabriel clings to a new wife, Sebastian fights the shadows alone. But destiny doesn’t forget. When the past catches up, will Gabriel remember before Sebastian sacrifices everything to bring him home?

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

I have been able to smell people's emotions since I was a child. Love is sweet, and sadness is bitter. After being with Dante for ten years, the scent on him had always been sweet. Until last month, when my sister Sofia agreed to the arranged marriage with the Colombo family. In that very moment, the scent on him abruptly turned bitter. That night, I heard their suppressed voices: "Sofia, you clearly love me too, so why are you marrying that useless man?" My sister cried back at him: "You are Gia's fiancé, and she is my sister. We cannot continue this mistake." Only then did I realize the truth. My fiancé had been in love with my sister all along. I canceled the engagement party and booked a flight to Sicily in three days. But why was it that only after I left did they both go mad with regret?