

Pressured by her family to marry, Faith Miller impulsively marries a beggar in a flash decision. Unbeknownst to her, her new husband is Rocco Fitch, the CEO of the Fitch Group, who lost his memory in a plane crash. As Faith cares for him, Rocco’s memories slowly return, and the mysteries surrounding the crash unravel.

On the day of their engagement, Liu Xu was handed over to someone else by her fiancé. Rong Yanyun, a handsome CEO who had waited for fifteen years, seized the moment in an instant.Sweet words flowed effortlessly from his lips, and he showed off her without restraint. Their love story became widely known. Later, that scumbag fiancé tearfully begged her to return.At that moment, she pulled out their marriage certificate and said, "Sorry, I'm already married."
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On the day of their engagement, Liu Xu was handed over to someone else by her fiancé. Rong Yanyun, a handsome CEO who had waited for fifteen years, seized the moment in an instant.Sweet words flowed effortlessly from his lips, and he showed off her without restraint. Their love story became widely known. Later, that scumbag fiancé tearfully begged her to return.At that moment, she pulled out their marriage certificate and said, "Sorry, I'm already married."

Married 10 years, top gynecologist Clara Reynolds wholeheartedly trusted her husband Brian Harrington — until she uncovered his affair, and his mistress Britney is pregnant. On top of this devastating betrayal, she had long endured endless abuse from her mother-in-law Karen Harrington for being infertile. Betrayal, humiliation, unrelenting pressure. She will no longer stay silent. Armed with sharp wits, professional medical knowledge and live-stream public influence, Clara launches an all-out counterattack. She lays bare the Harrington family's hideous secrets, fights to claim her assets, and takes back every bit of her dignity.

It’s been five years since my mother married into the Sterling crime family, and my relationship with my stepbrother, Louis, is still ice-cold. He’s arrogant, aloof, and wouldn’t give me the time of day. I know better than to even try. Until I saw it: a birthmark on Louis’s body, identical to the one on my online boyfriend, Rowan. I thought about the messages Rowan had sent me every night for the past two years, the ones that made my face flush and my heart race: Baby, I can only fall asleep thinking of you. I need to see you. I’ll show you how much I want you. I’m going crazy thinking about you… I just couldn’t square the man in those messages with the cold-as-ice Louis. To make matters worse, I had just lied to Rowan, telling him I’d failed to get into Harvard and wasn't good enough for him, before breaking up with him. If he finds out it was me who dumped him, I’m pretty sure he’ll tear me to pieces. I was already packing my bags, ready to bolt. But then Louis appeared, blocking my path. He leaned in, his low laugh a menacing rumble in my ear. "Think you can play me and just walk away? Who gave you the balls?"

For Christmas, Harvey Bailey, a humble construction worker, agreed to a flash marriage with his boss, Ember, to ditch her arrogant, wealthy fiancé. But when her family mocked his poverty, his own parents' shocking secret erupted: their "farmhouse" was a vault of priceless artifacts, and Harvey was the hidden heir to a billion-dollar empire. Beginning this Christmas, the humble construction worker will transform into the sole heir of a commercial empire.

In order to repay the favor of saving her life, Skylar hides her identity and marries William. She secretly supports him to become a newcomer in the business world and gives him hundreds of billions of dollars of orders, but she is betrayed by the now-successful William and is forced to get a divorce. On the other hand, Leopold, the richest man in the world, who had been engaged to Skylar and secretly in love with her for many years, learns of the news and rushes to defend her. Skylar plans to announce her real identity at William’s signing ceremony and join hands with Leopold to put William in his place.

Titaness Cassandra accidentally discovers that Perseus, her fiancé of five years, has long been head over heels for her stepsister and would even sacrifice her life to keep the girl safe. She calmly agrees to swap marriages and takes Leah’s place to wed Abel, the cursed son of Hades. On their wedding day, Perseus finds his bride has been switched, yet he feels no joy. All his past fondness was merely gratitude for who he thought saved him as a child—only he got the wrong person. He has actually fallen for Cassandra over the years, but by the time he realizes it, she is already married to another.what fate awaits them both?

After her mother remarries, Leah moves into her stepfather’s mansion. Heavy rain causes her bedroom to leak, forcing her to share a tiny single bed with her cold, rebellious stepsister Isla. Trapped in a cramped room on a stormy night with their parents just outside the door, Leah’s repressed desires ignite after accidentally catching sight of Isla’s private moment days before. As they lie pressed tightly together, hidden touches and breathless whispers stir forbidden longing between the two unrelated stepsisters.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.