

Four years of marriage. I was the invisible wife of James Moretti, a Mafia heir. When his beloved Vicky returned, I knew I was just a passerby. I disguised the divorce papers as university documents, and he signed them without a second thought. When I left, I took not only my freedom, but also his unborn child—a secret that could destroy him. Now, the man who never even looked at me is turning the world upside down searching for me. But I have already risen from the ashes, and I am now out of his reach. This time, it is not me begging for his love, but him begging me to come back.

Zoe and Alex met behind masks at a costume party and got married contractrally. Three years later, they cross paths again as strangers. Alex hires Zoe, now a lawyer, to end that marrige, without realizing he's fallen for the very wife he is trying to divorce.

After eight years of marriage, Marvin discovered that his wife Hannah’s eight “miscarriages” had all been a lie. Her ninth pregnancy wasn’t his child—it was Jack’s, her adopted brother’s. She had only gotten pregnant to give birth to a child who could save Jack’s life.Heartbroken and betrayed, Marvin signed the divorce papers and accepted a position in a top-secret national project, ready to disappear from her world forever.But before he left, Hannah forced him to kneel, slapped him across the face, and even threatened him with his grandfather’s safety. For three days, he endured everything in silence.On the day he walked away, Marvin removed his wedding ring and never looked back.Only after Jack’s lies were exposed did Hannah finally realize what she had lost. But by then, Marvin’s phone number was no longer reachable—and the man who once loved her had vanished forever.

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.”

Three years ago, Sandy Hunt entered a flash marriage with Darren York to resolve her father's company's financial woes. Displeased with the arrangement, Darren stormed out of home in anger, never once meeting Sandy. Now, fate brings them together again, and love begins to blossom between them.

My best friend, Patrick Morris, always pops my fiancee's cherry before my wedding in order to ensure that I have an amazing wedding night with her. Every time, he will record them going at it before sending it to me. "I've taught your fiancee 1000 positions in bed. You're really lucky to be with her on your wedding night!" After Patrick has snatched 99 fiancees from me, I suffer from a mental breakdown. Then, I sell my apartment and leave the city. Finally, I get to meet my true love, Ariel Booker. But on my wedding day, Patrick shows up in front of me, disguised as a makeup artist. "Caleb, you can get married once I'm done grooming your fiancee for you!" After that, he drugs me before climbing into Ariel's bed. Thank goodness I'm able to wake up on time and rush into the bedroom with a group of people flocking behind me. Later on, I have Patrick locked up behind bars. But Ariel decides to run over my legs with her car, effectively crushing them. When I'm stuck in bed as a cripple, she throws my mom, who's severely ill, into a meat grinder. "I'm free to give my virginity to whoever I want. Why the hell are you meddling with my business? Since you're the reason behind Patrick's imprisonment and suicide, you and your mom should pay the price with your lives!" When I open my eyes, I've returned to the day of my wedding. At the moment, Patrick is dressed as a makeup artist while stamping my face with a meat-grading stamp.

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.

Marcello, the Don of the Valence family, has severe PTSD. He’s cold, and he pushes everyone away. But I can hear his thoughts. I know about the possessiveness hiding under that cold front. When he says, “Stay away from me, I don’t want to see you,” what he’s really thinking is: Lilian, don’t go. Don’t leave me. I really need you. Six years of marriage, and I’m used to him never meaning what he says. But tonight, at the family banquet, his assistant is on his arm again, instead of me. I ask Marcello, “She’s standing where the Don’s wife should be. You got nothing to say about that?” Impatience flashes across Marcello’s face. “You’re twenty minutes late, Lilian. You have no right to question me.” “Either go stand in a corner, or get the hell out of my estate. Now.” A second later, his thoughts crash into me: Lilian. Get mad. Slap her. Scream that you’re my wife. Prove you love me. I need to feel secure. But this time, seeing the smirks on everyone’s faces, I’m just… tired. I take off the diamond ring, the one that marks me as the Don’s wife. “Since there’s no place for me here, let’s get a divorce.” Perfect timing. The hospital is sending me to London for a placement. I leave tomorrow.

To fund her mother's grave, Selena decided on a flash marriage, inadvertently marrying James Monroe, who was also in a rush and suffered from pollen allergy. They agreed to divorce in two years. As the term neared, Selena interned at James's company, and after an unexpectedly intimate encounter, they realized their mutual affection. Upon discovering her pregnancy, Selena found out her boss was her husband. James, realizing she was his wife, pursued her passionately. At their wedding, Selena marveled at the transformation from boss to husband.

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.