

With her mother critically ill in the hospital, 20-year-old Claire Wood is devastated when her father betrays her, sacrificing her future for his own gain. A fateful night with Timothy Leed, the CEO of Leed Corp, changes everything, and Claire soon finds herself pregnant. Despite their age difference, Timothy’s unwavering affection for his young wife transforms her life. Under his loving care, Claire begins to heal, grow, and embrace a brighter future.

After three secret years of humiliation, Deanna finally accepts Elton’s 100th demand for divorce. Only then does he learn she was the one who saved him from the fire years ago. Too late. Deanna has already married billionaire heir Jacob—and she’s never coming back.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

After being released from my three-year sentence, Zoe Sanders finally found me in an underground fight club. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me by the collar and punched me across the face, her eyes burning red with fury. "Henry Goldman, who gave you the nerve to disappear like this? "And what the hell have you done to yourself?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed carelessly. "One punch, one hundred thousand. "If you’re still angry, feel free to keep going. I could use the money for this year’s rent." Her fists trembled uncontrollably, but her voice softened. "Come home with me... apologize to Ronald Green. "He’s always been kind-hearted. He already forgave you for framing him." Her gaze swept over the scars covering my body, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like this... what’s the difference between you and a stray dog digging through garbage?" My body stiffened. Then I turned and walked away. What she did not know was this: In prison, blood and violence were the only ways I learned to survive. "Don’t forget," she shouted after me, "I’m still your fiancée!" My footsteps stopped. How could I forget? Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, Ronald drugged me and sent me to a black-market auction. I was stripped of all dignity and sold like merchandise. That night, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. And the person who signed the papers that sold me… was my fiancée herself.

The heiress, Clara Lane, has concealed her identity while in a relationship with Pete Tobin. However, just as she prepares to marry him, Pete ruthlessly dumps her. To make matters worse, he even hooks up with Rita Lane, the fake heiress of the Lane family. Heartbroken, Clara vows to make Pete and Rita pay for what they've done, with the help of her three brothers.

600 years ago, Prince Gyeom of the Joseon Dynasty was falsely accused of treason and threw himself into a lake. When he opens his eyes again… he wakes up in a bathroom in Seoul, 600 years later?! Suhyeon, the homeowner and a tough, TV PD, is stunned by the unexpected guest from the past. But faced with her suddenly doubled rent, she strikes a deal with Gyeom live together and make money as partners. And so begins a love that not even time itself can stand in the way.

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.

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon. "To another year of freedom! Congratulations to our Underboss on reclaiming his bachelor status!" "The family betting pool is open! Place your bets on the left if you think they'll still get married, and on the right if you think it's over for good!" Through the hazy cigar smoke, I sat on the corner of a leather sofa, a cold observer, as if this whole farce had nothing to do with me. Dante's hand was curled around Scarlett's waist as he brushed past me, whispering, "Don't get any ideas. You'll always be my only Donna." "I'm a kite. No matter how far I fly, the string is always in your hand." I pressed my cold fingers against the gentle swell of my belly, my expression a blank mask. Dante, this time at the family's betting table, I'm putting my money on "the end." I'm going to vanish from your world completely. That kite string you're so proud of? Tonight, I'm cutting it myself.

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months. “Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.” He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power. What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted. From the outside, I had everything a woman could want: a guarded penthouse, a driver on call, designer clothes, and the last name of one of the most feared men in the city. But almost none of it was mine. The cards were monitored. Cash had to be approved. Staff took Viviana Costa’s orders before they ever listened to me. Even the wardrobe budget, my schedule, and access to the family office all ran through her hands. Adriano called it convenience. Three days ago, I was rushed into a private clinic, blood soaking through my dress, while a doctor told me there was still a chance to save the baby if the emergency deposit was paid immediately. I called Adriano until my hands shook. Viviana stalled the transfer. First there was no direct authorization. Then the amount was too large. Then Adriano was in a meeting and could not be disturbed over something that might not be serious. By the time the money came through, it was too late. The baby was gone. I had stayed with Adriano for two reasons: I loved him, and I believed that when it truly mattered, he would choose me. I was wrong about both. Our child died first. My marriage died with it.

Vengeance of Lady Freya! Freya Walker has been reborn, and her mission is clear—punish that wretched husband, divorce him, and protect her family! A stranger she saved in passing turns out to be the future emperor? The scum dares to use her as a stepping stone? The mother-in-law seeks to tarnish her name? The mistress covets her rightful place? She sneers, "To hell with them all!" Only one complication remains—she cannot seem to shake the mysterious young lord whose life she saved. By day, he is a formidable statesman; by night, he scales her courtyard wall and whispers her name."When will you make me your rightful consort?"