

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

Top salesman Francis Cooper transmigrates into the body of the good-for-nothing son of the Minister of War. Despite his flaws, his father and sister continue to love him dearly. Soon, he faces relentless attacks from the son of the Minister of Revenue, who covets their family's wealth. Using his modern wit, Francis plays dumb to outsmart his enemies, purge corrupt officials, and protect his family—all while shaking up the city of Juset.

During college, Iris Shaw confesses her love to Paul Snow 99 times, only to be rejected each time. One day, she learns the shocking truth—Paul had fallen for her at first sight but kept turning her down just to enjoy her frustration. Realizing she has been nothing more than his amusement, Iris decides to walk away. To turn the tables on him, she hints at a grand 100th confession a month later—while secretly planning to disappear from his life for good.

During college, Iris Shaw confesses her love to Paul Snow 99 times, only to be rejected each time. One day, she learns the shocking truth—Paul had fallen for her at first sight but kept turning her down just to enjoy her frustration. Realizing she has been nothing more than his amusement, Iris decides to walk away. To turn the tables on him, she hints at a grand 100th confession a month later—while secretly planning to disappear from his life for good.

Plagued by an embarrassing condition, Bille seeks an intimate checkup from her cousin Vincent, the college physician—only to awaken a forbidden desire. Soon discovering they share no blood ties, she tries to close the distance between them. As much as Vincent resists, his hidden longing strains control, pushing their charged connection toward rupture and reckoning.

To test the fiancé her family has arranged for her, heiress Jeanne Sterling disguises herself as an underprivileged student. Zeke Fallon, however, selects her as his Love Lottery target and pursues her with feigned affection. Meanwhile, she plays along and gathers evidence. As the one-month deadline approaches, Zeke eagerly waits to see Jeanne break down and embarrass herself. Unexpectedly, she reveals her true identity, turning the tables on him.

Anthony nearly died saving Margot from an avalanche, but Trevor stole the credit. Margot worships the fraud and treats Anthony like a disposable substitute. When the truth comes out, she realizes she loved the wrong man and lost the one who truly loved her.

To save her grandmother from prison and their Iowa farm from foreclosure, Alison accepts a contract marriage to billionaire Preston. Determined to earn her own way, she battles brutal hazing, stolen recipes, and Renee’s deadly schemes. Can Alison conquer Manhattan’s pastry world—and turn a loveless deal into true love?

Tired of dull blind dates, Harley impulsively kisses a handsome stranger passing by. But he won't let go easily, sparking an unexpected romantic encounter.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”