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Wealthy heiress Lina Veyne is forced into an engagement with ruthless heir Lucien Moro to save her family, trapped like a bird in a gilded cage. At the IRIS Club’s secret Phantom show, she's shocked to find masked dancer ""Seven"" is Stian Quinn, her first love who was declared dead at sea 5 years prior. This is all Lucien’s cruel scheme: he faked Stian's death, and uses the supposedly amnesiac man to break and tame Lina once and for all. When Lina's reckless defiance only brings brutal punishment down on Stian, she puts on a mask of obedience to Lucien, while secretly plotting her revenge. She soon makes a shocking discovery: Stian's amnesia is a lie. He's been undercover at IRIS this whole time, gathering damning evidence to take down this dark empire for good.

Maya Thornton, the Marquis Valen, is reborn six years after her death. Six years ago,moments after giving birth, she was murdered by her husband and his mistress while lying weak and vulnerable. Now, she wakes in the body of Talia York, a delicate and vain daughter of a military household. The original Talia has betrayed her fiancé, Tristan Wren, the Deputy Commander of the Regal Army, and become entangled with a frivolous young man. With her soul now in Talia's body, Maya secretly follows Tristan to the military camp while disguising herself as a man. There, on the very training grounds she once commanded in her past life, she throws herself into grueling training. She is determined to reclaim her martial prowess and returns to the capital to take her revenge and once again protect the realm.

After a failed tribulation, Quella, an ancient cultivator, is transmigrated as a mistreated noblewoman. Her quest for revenge is complicated when she falls for a charming merchant, Xavier, only to realize he's the man she slept with years ago. Now she must win back his love.

Modern-day fashion designer Tania Winston is at the peak of her career—until a freak accident at the Paris Fashion Awards lands her in 1980s Florinth, trapped in the life of a notorious "evil wife" married to stern factory director Hermes Lorenz. Suddenly mother to a timid son and enemy to the entire village, Tania must survive in an unfamiliar era while cleaning up the mess left behind by her predecessor.As Tania mends torn relationships—and designs—she disarms her icy husband, reclaims her son's trust, and outmaneuvers rival Sherry's decades-long scheme to steal her life. Sometimes the harshest punishment becomes an unexpected redemption.

On their fifth anniversary, Jessie Eves caught her husband with his mistress, who was in her late grandmother's opera costume. She then cut ties with his company, sold her shares, and flew abroad to restart her opera career, vanishing from his life forever.

On their fifth anniversary, Jessie Eves caught her husband with his mistress, who was in her late grandmother's opera costume. She then cut ties with his company, sold her shares, and flew abroad to restart her opera career, vanishing from his life forever.

Iris donates her heart to a tycoon in exchange for $5 billion to help her bankrupt boyfriend Adrian rebuild his empire, surviving on an artificial heart. To spare him guilt, she pretends to be a gold-digger and leaves him, secretly raising their daughter alone. Eight years later, Adrian has reclaimed his fortune while Iris, facing heart failure with only three months to live, reunites with him. He torments her out of resentment, unaware of her sacrifice. His scheming fiancée Karen frames Iris and impersonates the "heart donor." As Iris exposes Karen's lies and the truth emerges,　will Adrian realize everything in time to save her?

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.