

Gina Scott—the champion of kickboxing—accidentally time-travels to the 80's. There, she marries Alex Lowe instead of a violent and dominating guy to avoid giving into her selfish parents' request. After her marriage, she defends herself against her vicious mother-in-law, raises her children, and earns money for Alex to open a new factory. Besides that, she also sells her fried chicken recipe, shrimps, and even makes stylish clothes.

The day I won the eight-million-dollar East Harbor renovation bid, I handed the lead role to Grace Whitman, Ethan Hale’s childhood sweetheart. Ethan thought I had finally learned to be sensible. He happily told me he was taking me to the Maldives for our wedding anniversary. Grace found out that night. She pretended the pressure from work was too much and cried uncontrollably. Ethan panicked so badly that he canceled a board meeting, stayed with her for three days, then called our anniversary trip an emergency client visit and gave Grace the second ticket. When he called me, his tone was still calm, almost entitled. “Sofia, we can talk about emotional stuff later. The company comes first right now. Grace has never handled a project this big on her own. I need to be there with her.” “You’re my wife. You should understand.” I sat alone in our empty apartment and looked at the photo Grace had just posted. In the private airport lounge, Ethan had draped his jacket over her shoulders. Their knees almost touched. Her caption read, [Some people never have to say love. They just show up first, every time.] I didn’t question him. I didn’t cry. I only replied, [Okay.] Ethan probably thought I had finally learned my place. Satisfied, he promised that when he came back, he would give me an even better anniversary. What he didn’t know was that I had already submitted my resignation to Hale Creative. And he didn’t know that the document he had signed three days ago wasn’t a project authorization form. It was our divorce agreement. By the time he realized what he had lost, I was no longer Mrs. Hale. I was Sofia Bellandi again. And Bellandi women do not beg for seats at tables they built.

Leah, a senior juggling three jobs, has spent three years chasing campus golden boy Jeffrey—only to be treated as a joke. After her 999th confession ends in public humiliation, she snaps, slaps him, and walks away. For the first time, Jeffrey starts chasing her—unaware she’s hiding a life-changing secret.

Married 10 years, top gynecologist Clara Reynolds wholeheartedly trusted her husband Brian Harrington — until she uncovered his affair, and his mistress Britney is pregnant. On top of this devastating betrayal, she had long endured endless abuse from her mother-in-law Karen Harrington for being infertile. Betrayal, humiliation, unrelenting pressure. She will no longer stay silent. Armed with sharp wits, professional medical knowledge and live-stream public influence, Clara launches an all-out counterattack. She lays bare the Harrington family's hideous secrets, fights to claim her assets, and takes back every bit of her dignity.

Elvis Carter is a rebellious heir, starved of love due to his father’s indifference and his stepmother’s cold ostracism. He hides his pain behind an arrogant facade—until he meets Heidi Ford, the cool and composed female commander. The first time they meet, she protects him and stands up for him, making him believe he has finally found someone who will never abandon him. He falls deeply in love, only to overhear her confession one night: the one she loves isn’t him.

Linda Sue, the youngest female billionaire, faces a media frenzy upon landing. When asked about her divorce from Ian Bones, she jokes about rushing home to inherit her massive fortune. Ian, equally wealthy, proposes that Linda inherits his family fortune instead.

The night I lost the promotion I had worked for years to earn, I sent my boyfriend, Arthur, a text message. [I'm a little tired today, but the hot dog at the corner actually tastes pretty good.] My screen stayed dark. Half an hour later, I couldn't stop myself from typing again: [Are you busy? I just want to hear your voice.] A reply finally lit up my screen: [Are you trying to guilt me into sending you money?] I stared at the text, frozen. When Arthur had first started his company, his mother had drained every account and disappeared with all the funds, leaving him with billions in debt overnight. After that, he hated one thing above all else. Women who loved him for his money. For seven years, I had done everything I could to prove I wasn't one of them. We went Dutch on meals, I returned his gifts, and the results of every corporate project I handled were laid out in the open for anyone to scrutinize. And now, as I mindlessly scrolled through social media, I saw a selfie posted by Jessica, the intern who had just stolen my promotion. She was wearing a plunging V-neck gown, pinned with a pigeon-blood ruby brooch. The caption read: [Thank you to Mr. Whitmore for the congratulations. I look forward to learning from you in the future.] That brooch was a top-tier custom piece. I'd seen it in a catalog from an auction house. Tears blurred my screen into a messy haze. I suddenly understood. The innocence I'd spent seven years proving was worth less to him than the hot dog I'd just choked down. Since that was the case, I dialed a number I hadn't called in a very long time. "Papa, I want to come home. I'm ready to be the heiress."

Klare is an overlooked nurse at Venus Hospital, struggling with severe anxiety after a family tragedy. Her only comfort is submitting online to a mysterious ""Master,"" whose commands make her feel safe. But in real life, her new boss, Dance Gordon, is arrogant, sharp-tongued, and always targeting her. By day, they clash at the hospital. By night, he is the perfect Master behind the screen, giving all his patience and tenderness to his one and only - ""Cake."" Enemies in real life. Addicted online.

Ronald pretends to be broke and wheelchair-bound on every date. Then 48-year-old single mom Wanda says yes anyway. What she doesn’t know is that he’s actually a billionaire—and the wheelchair is an act. He thought he was testing her love. Instead, Wanda became the one woman he couldn’t afford to lose.

The day I won the eight-million-dollar East Harbor renovation bid, I handed the lead role to Grace Whitman, Ethan Hale’s childhood sweetheart. Ethan thought I had finally learned to be sensible. He happily told me he was taking me to the Maldives for our wedding anniversary. Grace found out that night. She pretended the pressure from work was too much and cried uncontrollably. Ethan panicked so badly that he canceled a board meeting, stayed with her for three days, then called our anniversary trip an emergency client visit and gave Grace the second ticket. When he called me, his tone was still calm, almost entitled. “Sofia, we can talk about emotional stuff later. The company comes first right now. Grace has never handled a project this big on her own. I need to be there with her.” “You’re my wife. You should understand.” I sat alone in our empty apartment and looked at the photo Grace had just posted. In the private airport lounge, Ethan had draped his jacket over her shoulders. Their knees almost touched. Her caption read, [Some people never have to say love. They just show up first, every time.] I didn’t question him. I didn’t cry. I only replied, [Okay.] Ethan probably thought I had finally learned my place. Satisfied, he promised that when he came back, he would give me an even better anniversary. What he didn’t know was that I had already submitted my resignation to Hale Creative. And he didn’t know that the document he had signed three days ago wasn’t a project authorization form. It was our divorce agreement. By the time he realized what he had lost, I was no longer Mrs. Hale. I was Sofia Bellandi again. And Bellandi women do not beg for seats at tables they built.