

While working part-time as a delivery girl, Trudy accidentally stumbled upon her boyfriend and her sister registering for marriage. Heartbroken, she rushed into a flash marriage with Henry, an Ubor driver. Henry agreed to marry Trudy to appease his mother's pressure for him to settle down, but he had been holding onto a promise he made five years ago to the girl who saved his life. In their marriage, Henry hid his true identity, but as they spent time together, he gradually became attracted to Trudy and realized his feelings for her. At the same time, under Henry's care, Trudy's heart began to open up to him, and she unexpectedly found herself falling for him. Just as Trudy worked hard to earn money and nurture their marriage, she discovered a shocking secret: this handsome Ubor driver was actually a billionaire CEO! Even more astonishing, Trudy was the girl from five years ago!

Reborn, she watched her sister snatch the city's richest bachelor, convinced she'd stolen her life. But Dorothy turned and chose a ragged tramp, enduring the whole city's mockery and scorn. Until the night she was forced to her knees—the doors burst open, and everyone was stunned.

Corporate drone James Solis is arranged by his father Aurel Solis to marry the comatose Clarice Lull. After obtaining the marriage certificate, James plans to wait for Clarice to wake up, then confess and divorce to pursue his own true love.Clarice's twin sister Betty Lull arrives at James' workplace to test his sincerity toward her sister. James mistakes them for the same person, creating countless misunderstandings. When James discovers they are twin sisters, he regrets everything, while Betty has also developed feelings for him. Just at this moment,Clarice's condition improves and she awakens.

Nicole Sugg only discovers the truth as she's dying—her husband Arthur Jones is still alive. He's been impersonating his dead twin brother Kevin,living as husband to his sister-in-law! Given a second chance at life, Nicole is determined to get ruthless revenge...

On the night she wins Best Actress, Nicole Clark transmigrates into a disgraced noblewoman in Teswil.Plain-faced and powerless, she is bound to a system that allows her to alter her beauty to survive.Desperate to rise, she takes a beauty pill and gains a stunning appearance. In the imperial garden, she meets Logan Hart, and they grow close without knowing his identity. But when the effect fades and her face returns, the shifting appearances spark confusion, and their fragile bond falls into misunderstanding.

Juliet, the president of a top financial conglomerate, hides her identity for love. She silently gives her all for seven years, only to be abandoned by her profit-driven boyfriend, Charles. To get revenge on Charles, she has a flash marriage with Charles' boss, Tristian. At an upcoming banquet, Charles is about to face this new couples...

An abusive parent makes young Dorothy and Nelson the closest of allies - but a car accident tears them apart. When their paths cross once again in adulthood, will they recognize each other and let their bond bloom once more?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.