

"After she abandoned her duty, I married the ruthless Vampire King in her place. For six years, I protected his kingdom and endured everything, only to hear: “You are just her replacement.” When the true queen returned, I no longer fought for his love. I burned my crown, severed the Blood Bond, and walked away from a throne that was never truly mine. This time, no one could ever treat me as a substitute again."

Genius Elowen sacrifices her magic to save her fiancé Kynan, only to be cast aside as a worthless burden. Tricked into marrying his superior Torien, she regains her strength under Torien’s protection. As Kynan desperately wins her back, Elowen rises to the legendary War Goddess.

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complains the way you do. It's only natural that Julian likes her." Julian glanced at me. "It was just a joke. What, you can't take one again?" I didn't respond. I looked down at the confirmation form the wedding planner had just sent over. The gown, the bouquet, the music, the menu. All chosen to Vivian's taste. So this wedding, from start to finish, had only one thing that was mine: my name in the bride's place. If it didn't matter who the bride was, then there was no point in having this wedding at all.

Following the tragic death of her twin sister Alice, Ariel takes her place in order to enact revenge on Alice's cheating fiancé and manipulative adoptive family. However, Ariel's mission becomes more complicated when she meets and marries billionaire Victor, and must hide her true identity from him.

Ella Thorne, the true heiress, was tricked into marrying her childhood sweetheart Lucas in her past life. Enduring cruel emotional abuse, she died in a miscarriage only to discover he had always loved her adopted sister Evelyn. Reborn three years earlier, she deliberately avoids Lucas, but ends up spending a night with the mysterious Sebastian Falcott under the influence of drugs—and becomes pregnant. Her biased family forces her to take Evelyn's place in marrying the supposedly dying heir of the Falcott family. She seizes the chance to demand property and cut ties with them. At the wedding, she discovers the groom is none other than the mysterious man from that night, and the child she carries is his. Together, they expose Evelyn's schemes and complete their revenge, as Ella finally breaks free from her toxic family and finds lasting happiness with Sebastian.

Wyatt Miller is a strikingly handsome man with exceptional abilities, making him the object of admiration for all. However, he carries the weight of a devastating illness, with doctors predicting he won’t live past 25. Desperate to alter his fate, his family brings him Claire Scott, a so-called country bumpkin. When news of their union spreads, ridicule follows—people sneer at their pairing, dismissing it as a naive woman bound to a doomed man.

The Bell Mansion was engulfed in a massive fire, and the young heir, Alex Bell, barely managed to escape the inferno alive. Following his narrow escape, he underwent a clandestine facial transformation and reemerged with a new identity—Joel Clark—with the intention of seeking revenge by approaching his estranged wife, Sandy Lane.Sandy, haunted by lingering emotions for Alex, mistook Joel for her former husband due to their striking resemblance and unwittingly married him. Thus, the tale unfolds as Joel assumes his new identity and the intricate story of revenge, love, and mistaken identities takes shape.

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

"Nina Bale, once a proud and battle-hardened general, is forced to retire from the military after suffering a serious injury. Her father, Ian Bale, resigns from his post to care for her. Seizing the opportunity, his other wife, Leah Lowe, schemes to marry Nina off to a frail, sickly man—while planning for her own daughter, Tara Bale, to wed the esteemed Prince Neil.But on the day of the double wedding, everything goes wrong.In a twist of fate, Nina and Tara end up in the wrong bridal sedans. When the veils are lifted, it's already too late—Tara is married to the sickly man, and Nina becomes Prince Neil's consort."

At our wedding rehearsal, Dante Corleone brings Lucia Ferrante, the fiancee of his late brother, Davide. "Davide died protecting me in that shootout on Thanksgiving. Without him, I never would've become Don to the Corleone Famiglia," Dante says. "We have the rest of our lives together, Camilla, but this is Lucia's only chance." So I stand below the stage, watching my fiance drop to one knee before another woman in a wedding dress and reverently kiss the back of her hand. Then the priest turns to Dante and asks awkwardly, "Do you wish to stand before God and recite your vows to Ms. Ferrante?" Lucia bursts into tears and throws herself into Dante's arms. "Camilla, I'm not trying to steal anything from you," she sobs. "I just want to exchange the vows Davide never got a chance to give me before he died. If Dante is willing to stand in for his Fratello and marry me just this once, I'm sure Davide wouldn't mind." Without a second thought, Dante steps up to the altar. I stand below, watching him slip the very wedding ring I designed onto Lucia's finger. I look down at my own empty ring finger. And suddenly, it all feels so pointless. The vows could be borrowed. The ring could be borrowed. Even my man could be loaned out to comfort another woman. In that case, I'm done with this wedding.