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Samuel Fisk, the world's richest man, willingly leaves his fortune to live a simple life and raise his son, Aaron Fisk. But when Aaron marries the proud Peggy York, he faces a pushy fiancée, a controlling mother-in-law, and a troublesome sister-in-law. Aaron hopes his father won't attend the wedding, yet Samuel insists on being there, determined to support him no matter what.

Born into wealth as a corporate puppet, Leah conceals her icy brutality beneath a facade of gentleness. To escape a toxic engagement and her controlling family, she plots a murder. When Shelly—a desperate underground fighter she once saved—crashes back into her life,drowning in gambling debts, Leah makes her a deal: become her obedient "dog." At first, Leah sees Shelly as a toy, but in this game of control and surrender, this sharpest blade becomes her only weakness. What begins as mutual exploitation spirals into an obsession that could destroy them both.

Ivy Inkwood took the blame for her stepsister's crime and landed in prison. Desperate to survive, she struck a deal with powerful businessman Leo Blythe—one night together in exchange for her freedom. Pregnant and released, Ivy set her sights on revenge against the Inkwood family.But things didn't go as planned. While executing her payback, she unexpectedly fell for Leo. As one hidden identity after another unraveled, Ivy faced betrayal from her family and fierce opposition from Leo's controlling mother.In the end, justice was served, the Inkwoods fell, and Ivy finally found both love and peace in Leo's arms.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.