

Kayla Jayne works multiple ghostwriting jobs to raise money for her daughter's congenital heart disease treatment. When she finally lands a steady position, she discovers her boss is her ex-boyfriend, Don Blake. Don mistakenly believes she left him years ago for money and uses his wealth to humiliate her. For her daughter's sake,Kayla has no choice but to endure it. She tries to tell Don the truth about their child, but Heidi Presland sabotages her. Later, when Kayla is attacked while working a bartending shift, Don rescues her and their relationship begins to thaw. Heidi kidnaps the child and uses her as leverage, but Don outmaneuvers her and saves their daughter. In the end, Don cuts ties with his mother, proposes to Kayla, and the three of them finally become a complete, happy family.

Because of the nature of my work, I rarely had the chance to interact with people outside my job.My mother was convinced something was off with my personal life, so she arranged a marriage for me. On the wedding day, right as I was about to change and go onstage, I found my gown dumped in the trash. My fiancé's secretary shoved a bridesmaid dress at me. “I'm the bride today. You expect me to wear this?” “Quit talking. Mr. Cooper said I'm taking your place for the whole wedding.”I stood frozen for a few seconds, then pulled out my phone and called my fiancé. “Blair Cooper, are you seriously not going to give me an explanation for replacing the bride at the last minute?”He hung up before I finished. I just stood there, stunned. So this wedding doesn't need to continue.

Lost for years, Murphy is finally reunited with the powerful Sinclair family, only to be framed by the adopted son Yves. In the end, he’s burned to death by his own sisters. By a twist of fate, Murphy is reborn five years earlier. This time, he cuts all ties with the family and chooses to be a farmer. He finds the Magic Spring, grows priceless produce, rises to the top, finds love, and watches the Sinclair family collapse from within.

Raymond Kane, who grew up on the kindness of Dalewood, returns home after achieving success.At the village chief's request, he brings two orphaned villagers, Evan Cross and Chloe Winslow, to the city for treatment of their rare illnesses. He cares for them as his own and spares no expense—but unaware of his sacrifices,they resent him and ultimately betray the one who gave them everything.

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.

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.
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In a snowbound train, Shirley flees her wedding. Under the influence of medication, she spends a night with a stranger and gets pregnant. Ten months later, she enters a marriage of convenience with the third son of the Lowe family—unaware that the family's formidable head, Henry,is the man from that fateful night. Believing himself infertile due to a misdiagnosis, Henry treads a torturous path between abstinence and longing, secretly shielding Shirley while concealing his own devotion. What began in that snowstorm is a bond he would defy any taboo to protect. He thought himself an isolated island in winter,until she became the only warmth capable of melting his ice—the one he wished to claim forever.

William Shaw is the chairman of a multi-billion dollar corporation who dotes on his wife and three daughters, granting their every wish. Yet they fawn over his wife’s childhood friend Jeremy Turner, even believing Jeremy’s false accusations against William and sending their own father and husband to prison. After repeated betrayals and vicious words, William finally sees their true nature. Upon his release, he decisively replaces the asset transfer agreements with divorce and disownment papers, taking back everything he was going to give them.

In his previous life, Felix Quick was neglected by his family and killed by his foster brother Harold. Before his death, Felix felt disheartened by his family, but when he woke up again, he found himself back on the day of his twelfth birthday, ten years ago. At the age of twelve, Felix was adopted by the Quick family, thinking he finally had a family, only to realize that they valued another foster son, Harold, much more, leaving him with only coldness and misunderstanding. In his previous life, Harold falsely accused Felix of adding an allergenic jam to the cake. This time, Felix did not deny it; instead, he cut ties with the Quick family on the spot and ran away from home.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”