

Everyone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”

Finally out of Jail, with only $5 in her pocket, Jane end up at "Parasides", a strip club at downtown of Los Angeles. She wants to start her new life here, but meeting the man who put her in Jail--Sean. With a slave contract signed, Jane asks the club manager "Please make me the best girl here"...

Grace chooses mahjong over her granddaughter, leaving Coco in the kitchen. Coco manages a brief call to her mother Rita before her smartwatch dies, during which Rita senses something is wrong. Desperate, Rita repeatedly calls her mother-in-law, but the noise of the mahjong table drowns out her calls. She then contacts her husband Leo, only to be dismissed while he is with his first love. By the time Rita finds Coco, the child has succumbed to gas poisoning. Leo refuses to accept the tragedy born of neglect and misplaced loyalty until he sees Coco's portrait at the funeral home.

Whitney, the heiress of Sherwood Group, thought marrying Tyrone was a journey of love, only to find herself trapped in a hellish nightmare. First, she was unjustly imprisoned, then ruthlessly crippled. Tyrone appeared indifferent to Whitney's suffering, but when a tragic fire claimed her life, his heart inexplicably hollowed. Yet, a month later, a woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to Whitney appeared at a lavish banquet, introducing herself as "Anna." With a smile as radiant as it was deceitful, she cunningly captivated Tyrone, beginning to spin a web of vengeance...

In 1911, amid New York's Gilded Age, Evelyn Hart, a rural English schoolteacher, voyages across the ocean for love, only to suffer betrayal at the hands of her fiancé Thomas. On the ocean liner, she comes to the rescue of Julian Kane, a mysterious wounded man, and agrees to a marriage of convenience with him when left with nowhere to turn. Little does she know he is the heir to the Kane family empire, commanding railways, shipping and steel. What begins as a reclusive tycoon hiding his true identity blossoms into a tender romance. As workplace clashes and taunts from her old rival mount, affection grows between them, while the truth of his identity slowly surfaces amid the unfolding drama.

Lydia Nott's mother-in-law falls gravely ill, but Ian Hart, mistakenly thinking the ambulance is for Lydia's ex-boyfriend, blocks its path. At the hospital, he refuses to donate blood and even destroys the blood source needed for the rescue. Despite Lydia's efforts to find help, her mother-in-law dies. Ian skips the memorial to attend Ivy Scott's birthday, only to learn the truth too late. When he tries to expel Lydia from the Hart family, he discovers she's the rightful heir. Stricken with guilt over his mother's death, he is left to face the consequences of his actions.

Charles Levi becomes a vegetable after an accident, forcing Daisy Greg to marry Charles in place of her sister Ina Greg. On the eve of their wedding, Daisy learns that her mother's death was caused by Ina and vows to seek revenge by assuming Mrs. Levi's identity. However, on the first night of their marriage, Charles suddenly awakens, only to fall into a critical condition afterwards... Daisy is then driven out as if she's a jinx.

In her previous life, Celeste Moore was betrayed by her fiancé and stepsister, losing everything—her engagement, her innocence, her future. In the end, she perished in a medical accident. Now, reborn to the moment she met Shane Leigh, she decides to marry this man who is fourteen years her senior, and cast her ex-fiancé out of her life. This time, Celeste is determined to correct the wrongs of her past, redefine her life, and take control of her own future.

Driven to the edge, Rachel Yale makes a desperate gamble—using herself as bait to draw close to Louis Brown, Newfork's most untouchable power figure. He is ruthless, distant, a man said to have no heart. He sees her motives clearly—yet allows her closer. What begins as disdain and indulgent play turns into dangerous attraction. The god of power falls from his pedestal, becoming her shield, her storm, and her only refuge.

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding,in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”