

On the day I signed the divorce papers, I was ordered to leave with nothing. When I walked out of the Crane estate, I had twenty-six dollars in my wallet and nowhere safe to go. My phone was nearly dead when a message from an old classmate appeared on the screen, linking to a discreet placement notice. 【Seeking a live-in maternal figure for three children. Room, board, salary, and protection provided.】 I stopped at the word protection. A roof, a meal, and a place the Cranes could not reach me were already more than I had that night. The address led me to the iron gates of an old mansion on Chicago’s Gold Coast. Only after the butler opened the door did I learn who had placed the notice. Dante Bellandi. The Don of Chicago’s oldest Italian crime family. I had only wanted a place to stay. Somehow, I became the legal mother of the three Bellandi children and the contract wife of Dante Bellandi himself. Later, my ex-husband, Sebastian Crane, stood before me with the same careless arrogance and asked, “Do you realize you were wrong now?” Before I could answer, the triplets stepped in front of me. Little Livia clung to my leg, her eyes red. “My mom wasn’t wrong!” Her two brothers stood on either side of her, staring Sebastian down. Dante placed one hand at my waist, his voice calm enough to make the air turn cold. “Mr. Crane, my wife owes no explanation to a man who lost the right to speak to her.”

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.”

On a fateful Valentine's night, Vanessa, a struggling actress, stumbles upon Daniel Jones, a dashing and wealthy entertainment mogul from Los Angeles, who is pretending to have amnesia after an accident amidst an inheritance dispute. As fate would have it, Vanessa unknowingly takes him in and they begin an unexpected cohabitation... As their bond deepens, Daniel's fears the day Vanessa discovers his feigned amnesia, which could unravel everything, including their blossoming romance. Will their love withstand the truth?
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On her birthday, Elena Swift accidentally found out that her husband was not crippled, but actually from a wealthy family, and he was welcoming another girl back to the country. The explanation he gave Elana was that he wanted to test if she was a gold-digger. While Ethan was waiting for Elena to come back, she was already planning to divorce him. Meanwhile, Clarence Fowler, the richest man in the country, requested her to marry him, because she happened to be able to ease his pain from touch starvation.

On her birthday, Elena Swift accidentally found out that her husband was not crippled, but actually from a wealthy family, and he was welcoming another girl back to the country. The explanation he gave Elana was that he wanted to test if she was a gold-digger. While Ethan was waiting for Elena to come back, she was already planning to divorce him. Meanwhile, Clarence Fowler, the richest man in the country, requested her to marry him, because she happened to be able to ease his pain from touch starvation.

Naive Sophie was tricked by her mother into becoming a surrogate—but the hospital made a mistake and used the wrong sperm! As her mother and brother pressured her to have an abortion, Sophie was driven to the brink of despair. Then she learned that she was carrying the child of a billionaire, Ryder! Feeling responsible, Ryder brought her home, and the two go went from strangers to developing a mutual understanding, with romantic feelings quietly blossoming. However, when her family learned the truth, they tried to extort money from her. After rescuing Sophie again and again, Ryder decided to propose to her. Then at the proposal, his ex suddenly appeared, throwing their relationship into jeopardy—will all these misunderstandings lead to everlasting regret, or will true love overcome the lies?

Through seven years of secret marriage, I was nothing more than an obedient, tirelessly devoted assistant to Don Nathan Harrison. He walked the red carpet at high-profile galas with Susan Ferell, his business partner’s daughter. He booked an entire castle just to host an exclusive rose-themed banquet for her and spent millions at an auction to buy her a crown-jewel diamond necklace once owned by royalty. Their names dominated the headlines daily, dubbed by the Siciamira media as the ultimate power couple of high society. For the first time, I didn't make a scene or shed a single tear. Even when I found that royal diamond necklace intended for Susan tucked away in Nathan’s suit pocket, I simply pulled it out and quietly set it on the vanity. Nathan convinced himself that I had finally grown sensible and understood the overwhelming sacrifices he was making for our future. What he didn't know was that the world's top global syndicate had just tracked me down, crowning me as the sole heir to a century-old empire. And the signed divorce papers were already stamped, processed, and on their way from the courthouse straight to his front door.

In need of 500,000 dollars for medical treatment, Francis Locke tears down a high-reward fertility ad. Through a series of mishaps, he ends up flash-marrying Lianne Devaney, a wealthy heiress being pressured into arranged dates. Using his decisive methods, Francis helps Lianne resolve her troubles while getting pulled into even greater crises. As they cooperate to survive, their feelings gradually heat up.

Though Lisa's unfaithful husband conspired with his mistress to murder her, she managed to survive the attack. All the while, unbeknownst to them, Lisa is actually the sole daughter of the world's richest man. Quietly, Lisa hatches a plan to make them pay.

"To the world, billionaire heir Dominic reformed his playboy ways to marry ordinary Stella. But five years in, Stella puts on his AR glasses and discovers a sickening reality: he has spent their entire marriage projecting his first love, Vivian, onto her face. When she demands a divorce, Vivian frames her for an illicit affair. Blindly believing the lies, Dominic permits his family to beat Stella until she miscarries, standing by as Vivian subjects her to a barbaric, unanesthetized hysterectomy. Shattered and betrayed, Stella flees to London. A year later, Vivian’s schemes unravel into madness, while Stella returns as a powerhouse CEO—ruthlessly shorting and seizing Dominic’s family empire. As her bankrupt ex-husband falls to his knees begging for mercy, Stella coldly turns her back, stepping into her own empire."