

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

On the first day of our marriage, Abyron, the Snake King, and I formed an empathic bond. It was thus impossible for me to doubt his love for me. However, on the seventh day, he slept with two rabbit girls. I collapsed completely. It felt worse than death. He sighed and said, “Yoelle, snakes are naturally lustful. It’s not that I don’t love you. You simply can’t satisfy me. You may deal with the women around me however you wish, but I won’t divorce you.” At first, I killed the women he favored out of jealousy. Later, I stopped caring at all. Then he dismissed his entire harem for a human woman named Xena Lane. That was when I asked for a divorce. It was not because of jealousy. It was because my little lover was demanding his place.

Kayla Jayne works multiple ghostwriting jobs to raise money for her daughter's congenital heart disease treatment. When she finally lands a steady position, she discovers her boss is her ex-boyfriend, Don Blake. Don mistakenly believes she left him years ago for money and uses his wealth to humiliate her. For her daughter's sake,Kayla has no choice but to endure it. She tries to tell Don the truth about their child, but Heidi Presland sabotages her. Later, when Kayla is attacked while working a bartending shift, Don rescues her and their relationship begins to thaw. Heidi kidnaps the child and uses her as leverage, but Don outmaneuvers her and saves their daughter. In the end, Don cuts ties with his mother, proposes to Kayla, and the three of them finally become a complete, happy family.

After recovering, Heather planned to pretend to be blind and proposed to her boyfriend Darren, hoping to give him a surprise. However, Darren passionately kissed other girl right in front of her and even made a bet with his friends, asking someone else to take his place to keep her occupied while he enjoyed his freedom. Filled with grief and anger, Heather thought, "You're choosing a husband for me, is that it?" She threw herself into the arms of Alonzo, and demanded a kiss in front of him. Little did she know, Alonzo had long been deeply in love with her! In this game of power and dominance, who will come out on top? And who truly holds the upper hand?

Six years ago, Sera lost one twin to a cliff and raised the other alone, believing the father dead. Wronged by her sisters, she returns with daughter Luna for vengeance. Cael, the Dragon Lord—and that very father—conceals his identity as a humble lamplighter, silently guarding Sera, believing she perished in childbirth. Their surviving twins, Nova and Luna, share a face, recognize each other through masks, and secretly guide their estranged parents back together. When Sera's blade finally turns toward Drakenfall, Nova unveils her golden eyes and the truth: the man Sera despised was always within reach. Love and hatred collide in fire, until a broken family of four reclaims the six years stolen from them.

Esme Olsen and Nate Blair are childhood sweethearts, destined to be together—until the real Lane heir returns, forcing Nate out. They vow to reunite, but the next day, Esme is diagnosed with leukemia. Afraid of holding him back, she chooses to recover before seeking him out or quietly disappear. Unaware of her illness, her greedy father hires thugs to attack Nate and convinces him that Esme no longer loves him. Five years later, he returns as a powerful tycoon, determined to claim her as his own. Love and resentment clash, but in the end, the truth sets them free.

Hart has everything: a loving husband, brilliant children, and a quiet life as the wife of Adrian Hart, founder and CEO of HartX Technologies. Her only wound is the family she never knew. When a DNA test confirms that she is the long-lost daughter of the Whitmore family, Serena returns home before Christmas hoping for answers, not inheritance. Instead, she finds a family obsessed with reputation and a false heiress, Sylvia Bellamy, determined to protect the life stolen for her forty years ago. Serena's daughter Ava, a Stanford-bound teen prodigy, is humiliated; Serena's husband is mistaken for a laborer; and every act of patience is repaid with suspicion. As Sylvia's schemes escalate from theft accusations to public slander, Serena's true status as Mrs. Hart becomes the weapon no one saw coming. The story promises a mature heroine's emotional awakening, high-society humiliation, and the ultimate choice between blood relatives and the family that truly chose her.

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo. For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows. I thought I’d get a ring. After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure. He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good. But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov. That’s when I knew. I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body. For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me. He left me to die. So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me. I made one call to my father in Italy. And then, I vanished. But when the Don who owned Chicago couldn't find his favorite toy… he went insane.

5 years ago, Seth Group's CEO, Rita Seth, fell in love with a construction worker, Drake Barton, and had a daughter.However, due to the social gap, Rita's father opposed their relationship. When Rita's inherited family leukemia relapsed and her life was in critical danger, her father used the excuse of not providing a bone marrow transplant to force Drake to leave Rita. Drake, deeply in love with his wife, had no choice but to agree to leave in order to save her life. Upon learning the truth, Rita went to see Drake, only to witness him hit by a car. Overwhelmed with grief, she fainted on the spot.Taking advantage of this, Rita's father left her and Drake's child, Dana, at the accident site.

I have a secret: I can see live comments! After scrolling past a video of a muscular man, my husband kicks me out of the car on the highway. The comments say "He's jealous! He totally loves you!" and "He just has that cold CEO syndrome". But when I'm badly injured in an accident, he allows his first love to spill hot soup at me,push me down the stairs, destroy my belongings,and be intimate with him countless times, and the comments are still celebrating. "Aloof now, chase later!" What they don't know is that from the first moment my heart turned cold, I've been calmly planning my escape. I hand him divorce papers and disappear completely, then remarry someone far above his station. No matter how he weeps in regret, I never look back.