

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?

Supermodel Celeste catches her husband cheating with her best friend—and he laughs off her divorce demand. So she takes in a gentle, penniless boyfriend. Three years later, her broke husband crawls back to save his empire. She dumps the boyfriend, returns to play the perfect wife—and plots her revenge from the inside. But the broke nobody she left behind? He’s Sinclair—the city’s most powerful king. And at his gala, in front of the world, he has one question: Does our breakup still stand?

After seven years of marriage, Kelly Jones’s husband, Eric Brown, remains cold and distant.Still, Kelly faces everything with a smile because she loves him deeply. On her birthday, she flies abroad to be with Eric and their daughter, Sophia Brown.To her devastation, she discovers that Eric has taken Sophia to meet her stepsister, Bella Jones—and Sophia even asks Bella to replace Kelly as her mother.Utterly heartbroken, Kelly finally gives up on him.

Simon Jones was once a Progenitor, a celestial figure of immense power.But memory loss has reduced him to the family disgrace, the scorned son-in-law the Scott household barely tolerates. When his memories return, so does everything else. He exposes the truth at Renee Scott's coronation ceremony, takes down corrupt clans with quiet precision, and makes his intentions toward Madison Collins known in the grandest way possible with the world itself as his betrothal gift.

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.”

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

On her birthday, Serena, the chairwoman of Wall Street's Sterling Consortium, discovers that her husband, Hunter, has been using her trust fund to buy luxury cars for his mistress Chloe. At the scene of a car accident, Chloe arrogantly humiliates Serena, never realizing that she has crossed the wrong woman. At a lavish charity gala, Serena makes a stunning entrance and publicly exposes the ugly truth about Hunter and Chloe. She immediately sets divorce and asset forfeiture proceedings in motion, making the two betrayers pay dearly for their betrayal.