

Seven years after his beloved passed away,Charlie Lucas, a wealthy tycoon, meets a homeless mental woman who looks just like his late lover and has the same ring as his. Thinking her and her daughter, Rocco, as frauds, he abused them and drove them away—until a DNA test reveals Rocco is his own daughter. Buried secrets start to reemerge...
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Casey, marked by a birthmark on her face, faced rejection from her fiancé. Uniting with her step-sister, they plotted against her, but fate intervened, leading her to a chance encounter with the wealthy Levi. Little did she know, Casey herself was the long-lost heiress of a prestigious family. Five years later, having taken control of the family business, Casey returns with a vengeance, accompanied by her child.

Casey, marked by a birthmark on her face, faced rejection from her fiancé. Uniting with her step-sister, they plotted against her, but fate intervened, leading her to a chance encounter with the wealthy Levi. Little did she know, Casey herself was the long-lost heiress of a prestigious family. Five years later, having taken control of the family business, Casey returns with a vengeance, accompanied by her child.

Once an ace pilot, Juliana put her own career on hold for three years to support her husband Aaron’s dream of becoming a captain. But despite being together for three years, Aaron refused to make their marriage official, canceling their marriage registration eighteen times because of his female trainee, Kelly.After he stood her up yet again, Juliana finally gave up on him. She resigned and left for Avalonia to start a new life.Only after she disappeared did Aaron realize he had taken her love for granted until there was nothing left. Overcome with regret, he chased her all the way to Avalonia, desperate to win her back.But when he finally found her, Juliana had only one thing left to give him—a calm, final goodbye.

Three years ago, Claire Bennett gave up her shot at becoming partner to support the man she loved, Ethan Cole.She thought her sacrifice would lead to a happy marriage.Instead, three years after their wedding, they still weren't legally married.The first time Ethan stood her up at City Hall, it was because of Sophie, his young female associate.The second time, it was Sophie again.By the eighteenth time, Ethan once again left Claire waiting while he rushed to another woman's side.But this time, Claire didn't argue. She didn't cry. And she didn't ask him to choose her.She simply put her career back on track, accepted an offer from a top law firm hundreds of miles away, and disappeared from Ethan's life.Only after she was truly gone did Ethan finally realize—The woman who had waited for him eighteen times would never wait for a nineteenth.

The night I was born, every window in the kingdom of Astraea burned with candlelight for its newborn princess. Then black mist smashed through the palace doors. Morvena, the witch my family had banished years ago, strode across the shattered stained glass with thorns curling around her fingers. "You denied me mercy when I begged for it," she said. "So I will make you lose what you love most." She leaned over my cradle and gave me a cold smile. "When this child turns eighteen, death will begin to follow her. By your own hands, you will lose what you love most, and regret will haunt you for the rest of your lives." From that night on, I became the most precious person in Rose Palace. Father set moonstones in my crown. Mother sewed every gown I wore. Even after my little brother, Rowan, was born, the best of everything still came to me first. They always told him, "Let your sister have it. She won't be with us much longer." So I learned not to argue, not to make plans, and never to speak about the future. I simply waited for my eighteenth birthday the way other girls waited for a wedding. On that night, I blew out my candles beneath the tolling bells and hugged my parents and brother goodbye. The next morning, they entered my chamber dressed in mourning black. I sat up in bed and smiled. "Good morning." Their grief turned to shock. Then the shock hardened into something colder than hatred. That was when I understood. They had loved the princess who was supposed to die. They had never learned how to love the girl who lived. But they misunderstood the witch’s curse. Eighteen was never the end. The curse would follow me for an entire year… and by the time they realized the truth, it was already too late.