

On mob heiress Luna's wedding day, her groom bails, making her the city's joke. But a poor guy named Liam, who crashed the wrong wedding, proposes on the spot, and she says yes. She hides her underworld boss identity and spoils him rotten, thinking she married an ordinary man. Until their rival crashes their wedding, and his trillionaire heir's mask shatters. A marriage where both are hiding their true selves spirals completely out of control!

On our fifth dating anniversary, my boyfriend, Luke Bolton, gives me a cheap bracelet worth less than a hundred dollars. On the same night, he splurges ten million dollars on a yacht for his first love, Cindy Gale. I refuse to accept this, and he accuses me of making a scene. "I gave Cindy that gift to boost the company's stock price, not because I still have feelings for her," he says. "You're poor, and I still promised to marry you. Isn't that enough? This was actually your last test, Elisa Gray, but you failed it." I break up with him, and he immediately proposes to Cindy. Five years after that, we meet again at a luxury hotel during a business summit. His company is about to become an industry giant, and Cindy is holding onto his arm. When he sees me, I'm standing in a fountain, all drenched and disheveled. "Elisa," Luke sneers. "When you turned me down back then, did it ever cross your mind that you might end up worse than a homeless person? "Don't think acting pitiful here will make me feel sorry and take you back." I ignore him. My son's cherished blue diamond was a birthday gift from his father, and he accidentally dropped it into the fountain. He's so upset that he's about to cry, and I have to find it right away.

Claire, the heiress to a wealthy family, conceals her identity to marry Edward, a man of humble means. However, after being betrayed and humiliated by Edward and his mother, Claire strikes back and reclaims everything that is rightfully hers, eventually finding true love with Will, a lawyer who steadfastly waited by her side.

Yumin Ha, the CEO of the top-tier financial conglomerate Rose Group, hides her true identity and devotes everything to love for seven years—only to be discarded by her profit-driven boyfriend, Seo-jin Kang. Determined to take revenge, she enters a lightning-fast marriage with Ji-hoon Park, the CEO of Parkwon Group. At an upcoming high-profile gala, Seo-jin Kang comes face to face with the newly revealed power couple…

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, my parents suddenly brought my mate home and told me the marking ceremony that day would be with someone else. “Your sister was poisoned by wolfsbane. There's no cure, and her dying wish is to become David’s mate.” “You’re her older sister. Can’t you be kind and help her out?” My mate also tried to persuade me. “Don’t worry, it’s just for show. After she dies, we’ll still be each other’s one and only.” Still, I refused. However, my parents forced me to drink a potion that blocked my mind link, tied me up, and threw me into the silver mine behind our villa. “We’ll untie you once the ceremony goes smoothly,” they said. But soon after they left, I was attacked by a vicious rogue wolf. After endless torment, I was killed. It was only when my body started rotting that they remembered I was still bound in the mine.

After running away from a forced high-society marriage, Sophia Lancaster accidentally spends one night with Alexander Sterling, a powerful billionaire who mistakes her for an ordinary woman. Their fake relationship begins as a contract, but as Sophia's hidden heiress identity is exposed and her past catches up with her, Alexander must choose between his family empire and the woman he has truly fallen for.

Supermodel Celeste catches her husband cheating with her best friend—and he laughs off her divorce demand. So she takes in a gentle, penniless boyfriend. Three years later, her broke husband crawls back to save his empire. She dumps the boyfriend, returns to play the perfect wife—and plots her revenge from the inside. But the broke nobody she left behind? He’s Sinclair—the city’s most powerful king. And at his gala, in front of the world, he has one question: Does our breakup still stand?

While working part-time as a delivery girl, Trudy accidentally stumbled upon her boyfriend and her sister registering for marriage. Heartbroken, she rushed into a flash marriage with Henry, an Ubor driver. Henry agreed to marry Trudy to appease his mother's pressure for him to settle down, but he had been holding onto a promise he made five years ago to the girl who saved his life. In their marriage, Henry hid his true identity, but as they spent time together, he gradually became attracted to Trudy and realized his feelings for her. At the same time, under Henry's care, Trudy's heart began to open up to him, and she unexpectedly found herself falling for him. Just as Trudy worked hard to earn money and nurture their marriage, she discovered a shocking secret: this handsome Ubor driver was actually a billionaire CEO! Even more astonishing, Trudy was the girl from five years ago!

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.