

For seven years, I believed I had the perfect marriage.Until I discovered my husband William had always loved another woman—my sister Ivy.He didn't marry me because he loved me. He married me because I was standing in the way of their love.After my music was stolen, my marriage became a lie, and my heart was completely broken, I decided to disappear.I posted a video exposing Ivy's plagiarism and boarded a flight away from everything.Everyone thought I died in the crash.And only after losing me did William finally realize what he had thrown away.While he searched for me desperately, I returned to the farm where I grew up, picked up my violin again, and started a new life.This time, I would never look back.

Quinn Anne, a design prodigy, faced rejection from her fiancé due to her appearance and was subsequently ousted from her home by her stepmother's family, who treated her as worthless. In her darkest hour, Timothy Ford came to her aid, rushing her to the hospital after she was poisoned. Upon her recuperation, Quinn and Timothy swiftly tied the knot, uniting to seek justice against those who had wronged her.

Kyle Hubert, an executor from the Underworld, agrees to Old Mr. Carter's dying request: marry into the Carter family under contract and protect them for three years.Despite his silent guardianship, the Carter family treats him with contempt and betrayal, ultimately expelling him just as the protection period ends. When the Carter family faces deadly calamity once more, they finally learn the truth about Kyle’s sacrifices and desperately beg him to return.

After seven years of marriage, Amanda finally conceives a child with her husband, Dante—only to watch helplessly as he strips their unborn baby of its inheritance rights for the sake of his childhood sweetheart. Heartbroken, she leaves and undergoes a dramatic transformation, emerging as the sole heir to a powerful Mafia dynasty. When Dante finally uncovers the truth, can he win back the wife who once loved him so deeply?

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

"Sophia believed she had a picture-perfect marriage, until she stumbled upon a shattering secret: her husband of ten years, Julian, had been living a double life with a secret second family all along. Julian showered his mistress, Vanessa, and his stepson, Simon, with all his love and wealth, while reducing Sophia and their five-year-old son, Finn, to nothing more than a cold obligation. To make matters worse, Julian's true motive for marrying Sophia was purely to seize her family's fortune. Refusing to be a victim, Sophia resolves to make them pay. She secures a position as an art instructor at St. Lucia University, deliberately stepping into the world of Simon—Vanessa's proudest achievement. Armed with irresistible allure and calculated poise, Sophia draws the naive, unsuspecting Simon into a dangerous web of temptation. As Simon falls hopelessly in love with his alluring professor, Sophia uses him as the ultimate pawn to dismantle Julian's hypocrisy, crush his greedy scheme for her inheritance, and force Vanessa to watch her beloved son slip away into ruin. With her vengeance complete and her enemies utterly destroyed, Sophia walks away from the wreckage, taking Finn with her to start a peaceful new chapter."

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.

Freddie, a young hunter from Fountain Village, is honest and handsome in appearance, extremely strong, and his only desire is to marry and form a happy family. However,he is notorious for his ferocity—having killed a tiger one day and a wolf the next. Everyone avoids him due to his bad temper, except Hannah, a woman who traveled through time from the modern era, who is eager to marry him.

Eleanor, the real CEO, gave her husband everything—money, power, status. He used it all to fund his ex's boutique and let her publicly humiliate Eleanor. Until Eleanor finally reveals who she truly is. The tables turn. Everyone kneels. But it's too late.