

"My vampire husband had a secret no one knew about. The blood slaves he kept in private all had faces strikingly similar to my cousin Sophia. I was born into the Valerie family, with the noble blood that could give a vampire a powerful hybrid heir. I was meant to marry Ethan, heir to the Prince. But the night before the engagement, his younger brother Adrian knelt in the rain in front of me. “Elena, I’d give up everything.” “I love you. You’re all I want.” So I broke the engagement, let my family disown me, and married him without a backward glance. Then I got pregnant. He started keeping me at arm’s length, finding reasons not to touch me, not even willing to stay in the same room as me. Until the night I heard him tell his men: “Once Elena has the baby, we’ll hand it over to Ethan and Sophia.” “Sophia’s health is fragile. I can’t bear to put her through a pregnancy.” That was when I finally understood. Adrian had never loved me. He’d married me only to free up the place beside Ethan for my cousin Sophia. Even the child I’d struggled so hard to carry had already been promised away to the woman he truly loved. I rested a hand on my belly and called my father. “Dad, I was wrong about him.” Two months from now, I would vanish from his world for good. But when I really left Adrian, he went crazy searching for me everywhere. "

Wealthy heiress Vivian Sterling publicly breaks her engagement after catching fiancé Bryce with her stepsister. Having secretly recovered from paralysis months ago, she stands from her wheelchair to reclaim her power. That night, she meets Adrian, a dangerous, motorcycle-riding mechanic who saves her from harassment. After a one-night stand, she proposes a contract marriage to escape Bryce's stalking. Vivian believes Adrian is merely a handsome working-class man, unaware he is the true heir to the Hale dynasty—and Bryce's most feared uncle. A decade earlier, Adrian was the one who pulled her from a fatal car crash and bore the scars; Bryce stole the credit and her ten years of devotion. As Vivian falls for Adrian, Bryce and his father Gerald launch a campaign of kidnapping, media manipulation, corporate traps, and assassination. When Adrian is rushed into the ER covered in blood, Vivian finally discovers the man she married for revenge is her real rescuer and only true love. What began as a contract marriage escalates into a high-stakes war for love, fortune, and survival.

Lena, a dedicated and bookish student, is cruelly dumped by her boyfriend Ryan, who mocks her as a boring, unattractive nerd. Heartbroken and humiliated, she drowns her sorrows at a bar, where she meets the charming and handsome Adrian. One impulsive night leads to a passionate encounter. To Lena's shock, she later discovers that Adrian is none other than Ryan's father. What began as a moment of reckless escape becomes the start of an impossible entanglement that will turn all their lives upside down.

When Dora Quinn, the Goddess of Fortune, descends to the mortal realm, she crosses paths with the ambitious but struggling Adrian West.Using her divine powers, Dora helps Adrian navigate a career crisis and repeatedly thwarts the schemes of the ruthless Leo West.Along the way, Dora braved the Underworld to save Adrian's grandfather and used her own body heat to cure his mysterious chill.As they face challenge after challenge together, romance blossoms. In the end, love triumphs, proving that fortune truly favors the bold.

In my last life, I was Adrian Moretti’s wife for ten years. Everyone said he loved me. They called me the luckiest woman in Chicago’s mafia world. Then I overheard him making his will. The Moretti shares, offshore trusts, and port revenue would all go to Noah, the boy I had raised with my own hands. The son Adrian had with Celeste, the woman he had loved before me. He had even chosen to be buried beside her, not me. That was when I finally understood. Ten years of marriage, and I was nothing but a replacement paving the way for his first love and their son. That night, I died in a car crash. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Adrian had to choose his wife. Everyone thought he would choose me. Even the old Donna smiled and said, “Adrian used to follow Elena everywhere when he was little.” But when I looked up, I caught the flash of disgust in Adrian’s eyes. I understood at once. He had been reborn too. Since you never wanted me in either life, I’ll step aside this time. Before Adrian could say a word, I stood and bowed to the old Don and Donna of the Moretti family. “Godfather. Ma’am. I’m stepping aside.”

Elena Bennett was a hospice care worker. Eight years ago, she cared for the terminally ill Mrs. Sterling, and anonymously donated bone marrow when Adrian Sterling had leukemia. Victoria Moore falsely claimed to be his savior and blamed Elena for the death of Evelyn Sterling, causing Adrian to spend eight years humiliating, controlling, and hurting the very person who had actually saved him. After returning from abroad, Victoria used pregnancy as an excuse to usurp Elena’s place in the marriage, and hired someone to stage a traffic confrontation and block the hospital’s emergency access, causing Laura to miss the critical window for emergency treatment. After being imprisoned and subjected to near-death humiliation, Elena signed the divorce agreement and left the city with her mother’s ashes. Adrian later pieced together the truth from bone marrow donation records, recordings, medical records, diaries, and testimony. Overcome with remorse, he began trying to make amends, but none of it could undo the damage. Elena rebuilt her hospice care career in a retirement community, ultimately refused to reconcile, and tossed Adrian’s final letter straight into the trash.

In my last life, I was Adrian Moretti’s wife for ten years. Everyone said he loved me. They called me the luckiest woman in Chicago’s mafia world. Then I overheard him making his will. The Moretti shares, offshore trusts, and port revenue would all go to Noah, the boy I had raised with my own hands. The son Adrian had with Celeste, the woman he had loved before me. He had even chosen to be buried beside her, not me. That was when I finally understood. Ten years of marriage, and I was nothing but a replacement paving the way for his first love and their son. That night, I died in a car crash. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Adrian had to choose his wife. Everyone thought he would choose me. Even the old Donna smiled and said, “Adrian used to follow Elena everywhere when he was little.” But when I looked up, I caught the flash of disgust in Adrian’s eyes. I understood at once. He had been reborn too. Since you never wanted me in either life, I’ll step aside this time. Before Adrian could say a word, I stood and bowed to the old Don and Donna of the Moretti family. “Godfather. Ma’am. I’m stepping aside.”

A week before Easter, Adrian gave me seven days off and had a ticket to Stockholm slipped into my bag. I thought he was finally learning how to care. Then I heard him talking to our son on the staircase. “Dad, are you really going to marry Aunt Bianca? What about Mom?” Noah was holding his model car, trying to sound brave. Adrian was quiet for a moment. “It’s only a legal marriage. Matteo is gone. Bianca and Sophia are exposed, and I can’t leave them that way. They need the DeLuca name for protection.” “Does Mom know?” “She can’t know.” His voice softened. “Keep this from her, Noah. On your birthday, I’ll buy you that Aston Martin model you want.” So the ticket was never a gift. It was a way to move me out of the picture. If he could put his family name on another woman, even for show, then I could take back the pride and ambition I had buried in this marriage. This time, when I left for the north, I would not come back.

In need of 500,000 dollars for medical treatment, Francis Locke tears down a high-reward fertility ad. Through a series of mishaps, he ends up flash-marrying Lianne Devaney, a wealthy heiress being pressured into arranged dates. Using his decisive methods, Francis helps Lianne resolve her troubles while getting pulled into even greater crises. As they cooperate to survive, their feelings gradually heat up.

A week before Easter, Adrian gave me seven days off and had a ticket to Stockholm slipped into my bag. I thought he was finally learning how to care. Then I heard him talking to our son on the staircase. “Dad, are you really going to marry Aunt Bianca? What about Mom?” Noah was holding his model car, trying to sound brave. Adrian was quiet for a moment. “It’s only a legal marriage. Matteo is gone. Bianca and Sophia are exposed, and I can’t leave them that way. They need the DeLuca name for protection.” “Does Mom know?” “She can’t know.” His voice softened. “Keep this from her, Noah. On your birthday, I’ll buy you that Aston Martin model you want.” So the ticket was never a gift. It was a way to move me out of the picture. If he could put his family name on another woman, even for show, then I could take back the pride and ambition I had buried in this marriage. This time, when I left for the north, I would not come back.