

For five years, Luna Stone pretends to be deaf and mute, not for herself, but to help Sean Porter survive his darkest years. Quietly, she also funnels her parents' entire inheritance into keeping his studio afloat. She asks for nothing. She says nothing. Then Sean recovers his hearing, his studio becomes a company, and life turns good again. In an unguarded moment,he says out loud what he actually feels: he never wanted to marry her. His heart still belongs to someone else. Luna hears every word. She walks away without making a scene, and into a waiting arrangement with Kilan Arden, the man she was always supposed to find.
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For five years, Luna Stone pretends to be deaf and mute, not for herself, but to help Sean Porter survive his darkest years. Quietly, she also funnels her parents' entire inheritance into keeping his studio afloat. She asks for nothing. She says nothing. Then Sean recovers his hearing, his studio becomes a company, and life turns good again. In an unguarded moment,he says out loud what he actually feels: he never wanted to marry her. His heart still belongs to someone else. Luna hears every word. She walks away without making a scene, and into a waiting arrangement with Kilan Arden, the man she was always supposed to find.

The night before my wedding, I caught my fiancé, Miguel Sheffield, kissing the Newells' biological daughter in the garden. I stood there with my pregnancy test in hand, my chest hollow. The next day, the wedding went on. Flowers lined the red carpet. Guests lifted their champagne glasses. But the bells rang again and again, and the bride never showed. The daughter the Newells had raised by mistake left only her engagement ring on the vanity. Then she vanished. I moved overseas and raised my child alone. I cut off everyone from my past. Five years later, I came home. And one by one, they walked right back into my life.

A farm girl Ava escapes to New York after being sold by her stepmother and unexpectedly marries Gabriel, a wheelchair-pretending mafia boss. As love grows amid ballet dreams, betrayal, and a hidden identity, an emerald swan necklace reveals Ava is the lost daughter of ballet queen Yetta, and Gabriel’s childhood promise to marry her comes true.

At 15, Pear Lester, the only heiress of the Lester family, fell from a cliff and lost her memory. Thirty years later, she lived as a humble fish seller at the local market. One day, after being bullied by her own son and daughter-in-law, she escaped, only to cross paths with a refined gentleman, Zachary Gordon. Introducing himself as the CEO of a major company—and her long-lost fiancé—Zachary helped Pear reclaim her former life. With her memories slowly returning, Pear was determined to restore justice and take back her power!

Husband prefers secretary, who looks like his white moonlight, over his wife Iris. Calmly, Iris asks for a divorce, revealing that the baby she's carrying isn't his. Five years later, she returns powerfully with her new flame, while Husband is left drowning in regret.

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.