

Ji-Yeon, the wanna-be among the theater majors at school, dreams of a bright future after being cast in a famous director's work. However, her life shatters when her best friend Yu-Mi spreads a deepfake video of Ji-Yeon having an intercourse with Professor Park, and on top of that, has an affair with Geon-Woo, Ji-Yeon's boyfriend. Determined for revenge, Ji-Yeon teams up with the teaching assistant Su-Ho, who exposes Yu-Mi's true identity to her.

Tessa is forced to become a substitute bride for Matteo, the ruthless heir to a powerful Mafia family. After one night together, she discovers she's pregnant with triplets and disappears without a trace. Five months later, she learns that the father of her babies is not only the most feared Mafia king in the underworld, but also the billionaire CEO of a global empire. When they meet again, everyone expects revenge. Instead, Matteo is determined to claim his family. But can Tessa trust the man she once feared?

Fred, a college grad fresh out for just a year, offers his bus seat to 50-year-old pregnant Sarah. But Sarah latches onto him, falsely claiming he's the father of her unborn twins. With a paternity test report, she forces Fred to break up with his girlfriend. Everyone believes her, dead-set on Fred being the Dad, yet only Fred knows he never had any contact with her beyond that seat. Pushed to jump off a building, Fred gets a second chance at life, and his first act is to refuse to give Sarah that seat...

The richest woman in the world, Sarah, returns to the US to attend the wedding ceremony of her only son, Teddy But she‘s mistaken by Teddy's fiancée Lucinda as Teddy’s mistress, so Lucinda brutalizes Sarah, insults her, and takes indecent photos of her. Until Teddy arrives and furiously yells:Sarah is my mom!

Yuyu was once bullied in school for being overweight. Through relentless effort, she becomes a top beauty director, earning praise from her clients and enjoying a thriving career. Then one day, her first love, Joo A-in, reappears in her life. But… could it really be her?

Just a moment ago, after nearly bleeding to death, I gave the Rossi family their heir. But my husband, Carter, the Rossi's underboss, let his confidante, Sofia, film me giving birth just because she said she was bored. She captured everything: me losing control of my body, my screams, my face twisted in agony. Afterward, she took screenshots, turned them into memes, and passed them around a private group chat for the family's inner circle. Through the door of my hospital room, I could hear Sofia's wild laughter. "Carter, this is the best entertainment all year. You always know just what I want." "But Sloane's going to throw a fit when she wakes up and sees it." The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. My eyelids were heavy, and through the haze, I heard Carter's usual, nonchalant tone. "She won't get really mad. You know Sloane. She always does what I tell her." "I'll just have to sweet-talk her a little. Besides, with the heir here now, she wouldn't leave me." My fingers, hidden beneath the silk sheets, clenched into a fist. My mind flooded with everything I had given up for him over the years. Carter had probably forgotten who made him the man who runs these streets. Since you love games so much, I'll play a real one with you. The day I walk away, you will all regret it.