

Charles Levi becomes a vegetable after an accident, forcing Daisy Greg to marry Charles in place of her sister Ina Greg. On the eve of their wedding, Daisy learns that her mother's death was caused by Ina and vows to seek revenge by assuming Mrs. Levi's identity. However, on the first night of their marriage, Charles suddenly awakens, only to fall into a critical condition afterwards... Daisy is then driven out as if she's a jinx.

Cyrus Campbell, originally the heir of the wealthy Campbell family, breaks with his family for his wife Sophia Smith and survives by delivering food for five years. Unexpectedly, Sophia Smith is vain and materialistic, influenced by her friend to develop an ambiguous relationship with her former lover, Simon Harrison. She even chooses to visit Simon’s grandmother who only has a cold, missing the final moments of Cyrus’s critically ill grandmother.

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.

At birth, Aeolus was cursed by a witch, doomed to bring misfortune to everyone close to him. As tragedy struck again and again, the family who once loved him came to see him as nothing but a curse.Then, during a hunting accident, Aeolus sacrificed himself to protect his younger brother, Lycus, taking the Goddess’s divine punishment in his place. But his family mistook his sacrifice for cowardice, believing he had simply run away to escape punishment.It wasn’t until his body was found and the truth finally came to light that they realized—the child they had rejected and despised had spent his final moments protecting the very family that had turned their backs on him.

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.

Ethan mistakenly believed that Scarlett's father had killed his own father, leading him to confine Scarlett in a mental hospital, where she endured torment for two years. Later, Ethan, in an effort to thwart his stepmother Evelyn's scheme, chose to enter into a fake marriage with Scarlett, with a three-month deadline. However, just as Ethan and Scarlett received their marriage license, Ethan discovered the mysterious woman he had slept with, Sophia.

The true heiress of the Parsons family, Natalie, was framed by the fake heiress, Monica, which led to the Parsons couple detesting her and sending her to a reform school for "correction." Natalie endured three years of inhuman torture at the reform school, suffering irreversible lifelong disabilities. Three years later, Natalie was brought back home, and the Parsons couple found that the once bright and radiant Natalie had become utterly distant. When the truth finally came to light, the entire Parsons family was overcome with regret and begged Natalie for forgiveness.

ER nurse Emma returns home for her younger sister Sophie's lavish wedding, only to discover a terrifying truth: every night at 11:54 p.m., Sophie is thrust into a deadly crisis—and whenever Emma dies trying to save her, she wakes up again at 8:07 the same morning. Trapped in an endless time loop, Emma uses each reset to search for the killer and uncover the truth. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes that Sophie's death is tied to a medical secret buried twelve years ago—and a dark conspiracy hidden within their own family. Even crueler is what happens between Emma and Noah. She remembers every moment they shared, every promise, and every time they fell in love. But with each reset, Noah forgets her completely. And somehow, every single time, he chooses to trust her—and fall for her all over again.