

"""The Don of the Falcieri family was assassinated by a rival family, leaving behind his widowed wife, Livia. His younger brother, my husband Caius, took his place as Don. With the title came a duty: to secure the Falcieri bloodline by putting a child in his brother's widow. """"Alessia's been barren for years. It falls to Livia to do what she couldn't. The Falcieri family cannot be without an heir."""" The Madre's voice dripped with scorn. Caius held me close, whispering promises. """"As soon as Livia is pregnant, I swear I'll never touch her again."""" """"Alessia, you're the only one I love."""" Three months, and he hasn't set foot in our bedroom. After he ignored me in front of everyone, choosing Livia time and time again, I finally left. I took what was mine and left one thing behind: a DNA test. It was my final gift to Caius."""

"I was eight months pregnant and bleeding out after being assaulted by my husband's friend—all while he was busy making out with his first love. When I woke up in the hospital, my baby was gone. Meanwhile, he had been out partying all night. I wrapped the lifeless little body, boxed it up, and mailed it straight to him. The second Jason opened that package, he completely broke."

Six years ago, Annie Sparks shares a one-night encounter with the drugged Ian Locke and becomes pregnant, but goes to prison to protect her pregnant sister Joyce McDonnell. Joyce uses half a pendant to marry into the Locke family under false identity. Six years later, Ian and his father return to the country. Andy Locke discovers the bullied child Charlie bears striking resemblance to the Locke bloodline and confirms he is Ian’s biological son. Joyce attempts to eliminate Annie and her son to conceal the truth. After Annie reunites with Ian, the family of three finally recognizes each other through numerous trials. Annie exposes Joyce’s crimes, and Joyce faces legal consequences. Annie becomes the rightful young madam of the Locke family, holds a proper wedding ceremony with Ian, and achieves family completeness.

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding,in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

Once the world's deadliest assassin, Hope retires for her mother. Back home, she finds her mom, kidnapped for 15 years, is being bullied. Hope unleashes her power to destroy the abusers and reclaim all that was stolen from her mom, vowing to be her protector.

To fund her grandmother's surgery, Chloe Lane signs a one-year sham marriage contract with Victor Grant. After a quick courthouse wedding, they part ways—only to reunite a year later when Chloe takes a job at his mill. Neither recognizes the other, thanks to a lost certificate and false leads.When Zara Taylor, obsessed with Victor, frames Chloe, Victor and Chloe team up. Sparks fly as they fight the crisis, but both hesitate, believing the other is married.

When Jonathan Shaw brings his seventh pregnant mistress to me for the delivery, his friends start taking bets on how long it'll take before I break down. But even after the baby's cries echo through the delivery room, they never hear me lose control. "Come on, this is the seventh one. Are you sure she isn't done with you this time?" Jonathan shrugs. "She can't have children, and I've got a family legacy to carry on. I'll end up having kids with other women so they can inherit the family business either way. I might as well have a few now and let her get used to it." As soon as he finishes speaking, I walk out carrying the newborn. Following standard procedure, I announce, "Congratulations. He weighs seven pounds, six ounces. Both the mother and the baby are doing well." Jonathan smiles as he takes the baby from my arms. Then, he hands me a divorce agreement. "Sign it," he orders. "It's just an act to humor her. She refuses to have our second child unless I divorce you first. Once the second baby's born, we'll have eight kids." I've gone along with his little charade seven times already. This time, I sign my name without hesitation. Jonathan seems to have forgotten one thing. It's not that I can't have children. We're just genetically incompatible. If I want a child, I just have to find a different man. Why would I spend the rest of my life raising someone else's children just to stay married to him?

Tristen Bolton is a broke bricklayer mocked by everyone—until his billionaire CEO boss Gisele Duvall’s daughter suddenly points at him and calls him “Daddy.” A matching necklace reveals the truth Gisele has searched for six years: Tristen may be the father of her little girl. With Gisele’s family forcing her toward another man, can this “nobody” rise up and claim the queen, the daughter, and the life that should have been his?