

At the birthday party for my Mafia husband, Galvan, I touched one of his blood-stained cufflinks and suddenly gained the ability to read minds. I read Galvan's thoughts. He was thinking, "Tracy's body is so tempting. Much better than my cold wife." Tracy, his employee, was with her broke boyfriend, Reuben. Her thoughts dripped with contempt, "Reuben is useless. His gifts were cheap. Once I dump him, I’ll be with Galvan." Interestingly, Reuben, the supposedly worthless boyfriend, was actually thinking, "My father's test is almost done. How do I tell Tracy I'm the heir to the largest Mafia family?" Fascinating. Galvan, the man I stood by, appeared wealthy on the outside, but the true heir was treated poorly. I lifted my wine glass and elegantly approached the penniless Reuben.

Tech genius Jolie Shannon sacrificed her career for her husband Mark Gates, only to be betrayed by his affair — even forced to serve his pregnant mistress. She filed for divorce, reclaimed her pre-marital assets and core patents, causing Mark's company's IPO to fail and driving it to the brink of bankruptcy. Throughout the divorce, she calmly handled insults from his family and gathered evidence step by step. After divorcing, she swiftly married her longtime rival from her youth, Simon Fox. With his support, she returned to the tech industry and staged a dramatic comeback in both career and love, ultimately leaving her ex-husband isolated and disgraced.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

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.

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.

After transmigrating into the body of a widowed mother with a five-year-old daughter, Judy Floyd struggles to make ends meet. When she saves the life of Jon Shaw, the Frontier Marquis, he falls for her at first sight. Desperate to pay for her daughter's treatment, Judy takes a job as a cook at the Marquis' residence, where the two meet again. Determined to win her heart, Jon pursues her with unwavering devotion, while an unexpected rival threatens to complicate their growing romance. As Judy is gradually won over by his sincerity, the pair must overcome the barriers of status and convention to build a future together.

When the apocalypse hits, time-traveler Finn gets stabbed in the back by his fiancée and his friend. Then he unlocks the Plant Summon System. These plants grow clean and stand guard over the base. While everyone else fights for scraps,Finn levels up in chill mode. With Cherry Bomb and Doom-shroom, he wipes out zombies like mowing grass. He recruits powerhouses, wins hearts, crushes the Zombie Queen, and goes head-to-head with Dr. Corpse. In the end, he turns Caelum into humanity's last beacon, saving the world without breaking a sweat.

On mob heiress Luna's wedding day, her groom bails, making her the city's joke. But a poor guy named Liam, who crashed the wrong wedding, proposes on the spot, and she says yes. She hides her underworld boss identity and spoils him rotten, thinking she married an ordinary man. Until their rival crashes their wedding, and his trillionaire heir's mask shatters. A marriage where both are hiding their true selves spirals completely out of control!

It is said that Marco Colombo, the heir of the Colombo family of Chiron, is holding a wedding for his mistress, Gina Bilotti, today. The scale is ten times grander than when he marries Isabella Pratico in a political union. I lean against the ebony railing on the second floor. Sipping my red wine, I watch the lively scene of clinking glasses and mingling guests below with quiet amusement. Gina is definitely favored—she is even wearing a ruby necklace. One should know that set of ruby jewelry is an heirloom of the Colombo family. It is something only the Donna and the wife of the heir are allowed to wear. "You must be Isabella, the one Marco who does not love." A voice suddenly comes from beside me. I turn my head and see the woman wearing the ruby necklace before me. Gina has come up to the second floor at some point and is now looking at me with a cunning smile on her face. I freeze for a moment, not yet able to respond. She suddenly grabs my hand and yanks it hard toward herself. There is a sharp tearing sound, and the hem of her wedding dress rips open with a long tear. Gina lets out a cry, and tears immediately stream down her face. "Mrs. Colombo, why did you tear my wedding dress? Marco specially commissioned this from an independent designer just for our wedding! "If you really cannot tolerate my presence, then I will break up with Marco today and leave Chiron…" The surrounding guests all lift their heads and glare at me angrily. I am stunned because I am not Isabella. I am the new wife of Marco's father, the woman of the current Don, and the Donna of the Colombo family.