

Once the beloved heiress of the Hujiwara family, Mao gave up her name to live a humble life with her husband, Syohe Ito, working as a cleaner at Kurosaki Group. She saved the company from a financial crisis and secured a ¥20 billion deal for Syohe's birthday, only for him to humiliate her, credit the success to his mistress, and demand a divorce. Signing the papers, Mao swore to fight back.

Yulia is sent by her father to the bed of her family's creditor, Yvan. What appears to be an orchestrated honey trap is, in fact, a calculated move by Yvan, a young CEO. Playing along with the scheme, Yvan pressures Yulia's father behind the scenes while playing the innocent victim in front of the clueless girl. His endgame? To trick her straight into marriage.

In his past life, musician Zack Shelley was framed by his adopted brother Zed Shelley and fiancée Ruby Lewis, left disabled after seven days trapped in a mudslide, and died betrayed by his own sisters. Reborn on the day of the disaster, he is determined to survive and reclaim his stolen life. Despite Zed's efforts to sabotage rescue attempts, Zack endures six grueling days and escapes. He exposes Zed's plagiarism at a pivotal piano competition, but his sisters, Flora and Luna, turn against him even more. Heartbroken, he severs ties with his family. With the help of business titan Whitney Lynd, he defeats Flora in a public contest and unmasks Zed at a high-society banquet. By the time his sisters overhear the truth, it's too late—Zack has already moved on, ready to start a new life abroad, leaving his past behind for good.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

"I loved Dante Rossi for twenty years. I gave up my medical career, my dreams, and my dignity for him. On the eve of our wedding, I discovered he had gotten another woman pregnant — his childhood companion, Isobel. So on what should have been the happiest day of my life, I canceled the wedding, burned every photo and letter, and disappeared without a trace, leaving only one sentence on our calendar: “Let’s break up, Dante.” Two years later, I returned as a successful medical researcher, engaged to a man who truly loves me. But Dante finally learned the truth — I was the one who took a bullet for him five years ago, not Isobel. Now the once-arrogant heir of the arms empire has lost everything. He kneels before me, regrets eating him alive, and begs for another chance. He even blocked a knife meant for me with his own body. But it’s too late."

Harold and daughter Demi are critically injured in a riot,with Demi fighting for her life. When the hospital faces a Type A blood shortage, his wife Violet signs away the life-saving blood to save Jack, son of her first love Nate, who claims the boy has leukemia. She abandons her dying daughter without hesitation.Heartbroken after six years of devotion, Harold resumes his hidden identity as heir to the powerful Summit Group. He saves Demi and disappears. Finding Harold's abandoned phone filled with loving messages and final farewell, crushing regret overwhelms Violet.

Tyler, chairman of Westove Group, discovers his wife Vivian's affair with his college classmate and their new family while expanding his business abroad. Upon returning home, he witnesses his wedding home occupied and his mother's heirloom destroyed. Furious, he vandalizes the property and initiates revenge. He exposes Vivian's betrayal, reclaims company control, and rebuilds his career and relationships with secretary Shawna's support. Vivian's attempt to revive her fortunes via new technology fails, leading to her social ruin. Tyler and Shawna move forward together.