

Yolanda, a mascot of the heavenly realm, was kicked down to the mortal world by Celestius to save the drought. She possessed a poor little girl, but underneath her thin frame lies divine power: A wave of the hand makes an old goat give milk and birth, while a stomp of the foot makes a dry well gush forth! A wicked aunt that called her curse was then blown up in the kitchen! A cousin that threw stones at her...

As children, Gigi Murray and Milo Sanford made a pinky promise to marry each other. Eighteen years later, Milo has become mentally impaired, but Gigi remains devoted and marries him. After a fateful accident, Milo regains his memory, only to discover that the person who killed his parents is none other than Gigi's adoptive father. Consumed by rage, Milo turns against Gigi. Amidst the turmoil, Gigi's true identity is revealed, uncovering a web of secrets and betrayal.

When the Fitzroy and Saxon families orchestrate a marriage between Emmanuel Fitzroy and Anastasia Saxon, both Emmanuel and Anastasia resist being controlled by their families’ plans. They each flee the arranged blind date, only to fortuitously meet one another. As their feelings deepen, they remain unaware of each other’s true identities. During her internship at Fitzroy Group, Anastasia finds herself impersonated by the intern Zinnia Saxon and subjected to bullying by her colleagues. With sheer determination and Emmanuel’s unwavering support, Anastasia demonstrates her true potential and navigates through the challenges. As their real identities are eventually revealed, Emmanuel and Anastasia embark on a new journey together, poised to embrace the next chapter of their lives.

For three years, my husband Jared never touched me. But late at night, he'd sneak off and get off to a photo of Alice — my socalled sister. That's when it hit me — he only married me for revenge. I was the real heir, swapped at birth. But when I came back, everyone acted like I'd stolen Alice's life. Crushed, I walked away. Back to my true family. What I didn't expect? Jared was losing his mind, tearing the world apart to find me.

Modern office worker Emily Mason dies from overwork and wakes up in the 1980s as the wife of stone-faced military officer Ethan Hayes, who’s destined to become the world’s richest man. After Ethan injured his leg during flood rescue operations, he fell into depression.The original wife despised him for being disabled and demanded a divorce, hitting her head during the fight. When Emily wakes up and realizes what’s happened, she’s horrified. She also discovers that the war orphan Ethan adopted will become a future billionaire CEO.Emily decides to stay in the 80s and win over both her husband and their adopted daughter, building a fortune together and living the rich wife dream.

"Everyone thought my husband Jason was the perfect man. But I knew the monster behind the mask. He didn’t just sleep with his best friend Grace. He was obsessed with watching her with other men. I was about to end my marriage. But Jason made the ultimate betrayal—bringing Grace into the home I paid for. Jason:""Emma, I’ve decided Grace is moving in with us."" Jason:"" Do what I said. Move Ava downstairs and give that room to Grace’s son."" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Emma:"" This house is mine. And you’re sending my daughter to the basement?"" Jason: "" Grace is my best friend. Her son is like my own, and he deserves a better room."" When I refused to back down, my husband and his family called me selfish. I just said: "" Since we can’t agree, I’ll leave with my daughter. But I’ll take back every penny I’ve spent on you over the years."" Just wait until you’re all broke, you losers!"

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered