

When Lia catches her arrogant fiancé cheating on Christmas Eve, a steamy one-night stand with a dominant older stranger seems like the perfect revenge. But the next morning brings a terrifying revelation: the ruthless billionaire who handcuffed her to the bed and demanded her total submission is Silas Sterling—her cheating fiancé's father. Buried under her grandmother's crushing medical debts and caught in Silas's dark, possessive obsession, Lia is forced into a dangerous game of taboo seduction...

Once an ace pilot, Juliana put her own career on hold for three years to support her husband Aaron’s dream of becoming a captain. But despite being together for three years, Aaron refused to make their marriage official, canceling their marriage registration eighteen times because of his female trainee, Kelly.After he stood her up yet again, Juliana finally gave up on him. She resigned and left for Avalonia to start a new life.Only after she disappeared did Aaron realize he had taken her love for granted until there was nothing left. Overcome with regret, he chased her all the way to Avalonia, desperate to win her back.But when he finally found her, Juliana had only one thing left to give him—a calm, final goodbye.

Once an ace pilot, Juliana put her own career on hold for three years to support her husband Aaron’s dream of becoming a captain. But despite being together for three years, Aaron refused to make their marriage official, canceling their marriage registration eighteen times because of his female trainee, Kelly.After he stood her up yet again, Juliana finally gave up on him. She resigned and left for Avalonia to start a new life.Only after she disappeared did Aaron realize he had taken her love for granted until there was nothing left. Overcome with regret, he chased her all the way to Avalonia, desperate to win her back.But when he finally found her, Juliana had only one thing left to give him—a calm, final goodbye.

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.”

Once an ace pilot, Juliana put her own career on hold for three years to support her husband Aaron’s dream of becoming a captain. But despite being together for three years, Aaron refused to make their marriage official, canceling their marriage registration eighteen times because of his female trainee, Kelly.After he stood her up yet again, Juliana finally gave up on him. She resigned and left for Avalonia to start a new life.Only after she disappeared did Aaron realize he had taken her love for granted until there was nothing left. Overcome with regret, he chased her all the way to Avalonia, desperate to win her back.But when he finally found her, Juliana had only one thing left to give him—a calm, final goodbye.

Billion-dollar conglomerate founder Sarah returns home, keeping her wealth hidden, hoping only for a quiet wedding. Unexpectedly, Hailey, her son's fiancée, humiliates her relentlessly to seize her wedding venue — completely unaware that the victim before her is none other than her fiancé's own mother! Hailey resorts to extreme violence. She shoots Sarah and has her bound and drowned in a resort pool to silence her. Miraculously surviving, Sarah refuses her son's protection. Disguised as a waitress, she infiltrates the engagement gala. Before the city's elite and assembled media, witnesses and irrefutable evidence come to light, exposing Hailey's full conspiracy: fake-pregnancy fraud, embezzlement, and attempted murder. The villain is publicly ruined. Sarah makes her triumphant return, reclaiming everything that belongs to her!

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.