
![[ENG DUB] He's Poor... Or Is He?](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
To prevent her stepmother from seizing control of the Sullivan Group, Chairman Yvette must secure the 10% company shares left by her grandfather for her future husband. She plans to pick a random candidate for a marriage of convenience, but after discovering a traitor among the suitors, she rejects them all. Instead, she marries the handsomest and poorest man she found at the city hall—Ethan. Soon, Yvette finds him not only diagnosing her poisoning effortlessly, but also nourishing her with rare herbs as if they were ordinary. She wonders, "Ethan claimed to have nothing, but why is everyone secretly calling him 'young master'?"

Five years ago, a food delivery rider named Ethan Parker saves Grace Hayes, chairwoman of Apex Group, from an accident. In the charged aftermath, the two grow close, and Grace becomes pregnant, later giving birth to a daughter called Mia. Five years on, Ethan finally works up the courage to find her and take responsibility. He shows up at Apex Group's doors, only to discover that neither of them can remember the other's face. Two strangers, meeting as if for the first time, slowly finding their way back to each other.

The female lead, Eva Joseph, is the third wife of the chairman of Global Finance. Her daughter was abandoned by Mr. L at a young age and went missing after becoming entangled in internal power struggles at Global Finance. From that point on, she resolved to bide her time and bring down Global Finance. After Mr. L’s death, Eva Joseph succeeded him as chairman of Global Finance and became a target for assassination. Along the way, she was rescued by Ethan, a mercenary who had returned to his homeland seeking revenge, and she kept him by her side as her personal bodyguard.

Willa Grant, a wealthy heiress, is hit by a car three days before her wedding and left paralyzed for life. What she never expects is that her fiance, Ethan Shaw, has betrayed her again and again. To make his illegitimate daughter Yara acceptable to Willa, Ethan deliberately delays Willa's surgery and secretly has her uterus removed. Heartbroken, Willa wakes to the truth. She pretends not to know anything, and while Ethan lets his guard down, she secretly contacts her best friend Sophie and leaves the country for surgery. Afterward, Willa personally witnesses Ethan meeting Jenna at the orphanage, Jenna coming to the Shaw residence to provoke her, Jenna framing her with a staged fall, and Ethan and his family insulting her without mercy. With her heart completely dead, Willa fakes her death in a plane crash and disappears overseas. When Ethan hears the news at the wedding, he breaks down. When they meet again, Ethan can only hide outside her hospital room and watch her rehabilitation from a distance. Crushed by guilt, he decides to let Willa live the rest of her life without him.

After Hector brands her barren and shameful, Natalie dials a number that changes everything and becomes the wife of the city's real ruler. When Hector begs at her wedding, she moves away from him and into Ethan's embrace. Ethan announces, ice-cold, "Just so you know, she's my wife."

Jamie witnessed the tragic death of her husband Ethan. With grief, she uses her magic to travel back five years and vows to save Ethan's life. To do so, she must make Ethan the heir to the Volckoski family, but things are far more difficult than she imagined.There are many sinister people in the family who want the money, including Ethan's aunt, Gloria Volckoski, who killed Ethan.Jamie and Ethan go through a lot of trouble to fall in love again and hold on to the heirship, but then fate plays tricks on them, and the two lovers face a life and death test again.

Three years ago, in an unexpected encounter, Jude Miller cured the insomnia of Ethan Gray, the CEO of Gray Corp. This led to an agreement for them to get married. However, three years later, Jude finds herself expelled by her malevolent mother-in-law and Ethan's mistress. While Ethan cold-heartedly watches Jude suffer, little does he know about her true identity...

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.

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.