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While helping her sister Liza Seatter escape an abusive relationship, Zoey Seatter encounters mercenary Adrian Morris and his brother Franklin Morris.Zoey has a one-night stand with Adrian and discovers she’s pregnant a month later. Just as she’s about to terminate the pregnancy, Adrian appears and proposes marriage, bringing both Zoey and Liza home to live with them. Under the same roof, Zoey gradually wins over Adrian’s heart, while Franklin slowly falls for Liza. After surviving a jewelry store robbery, attending prenatal classes, and dealing with Liza’s abusive ex, the four of them finally find their happily ever after.

To save his collapsing company, Ray Shaw married the Lee family's heiress,Hannah, abandoning his fiancée, Quincy Channing, who loved his brother, Harry. When he returned triumphantly, Quincy came crying and begged him not to leave.

Nancy, a small-town girl, decides to marry Steven, a homeless man she rescued by chance. She does this to avoid being forced by her foster mother to marry the town bully. Nancy doesn't realize that Steven is the president of the Williams Group and is actually engaged to the heiress of the Thompson Foundation, who went missing years ago—and who is, in fact, Nancy herself. But then Lily stole her identity. How can Nancy get back what she's owed?

Raised in the countryside, Stella Levin is sent by her grandfather to stay with Orville’s richest man, Theo Mile, after her school collapses. She then faces the schemes of the spoiled heiress Tara Rowe but outsmarts them all, earning Theo’s admiration. As feelings spark between them, Stella discovers he once saved her life, and the mysteries of her past begin to unravel.

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.”