

When Lily and her doctor meet in private to discuss a the results of a cancer screening, her husband Mason accidentally overhears. Believing that Lily has cancer, he divorces her, kicks her out of their house, and shacks up with her best friend—all so he can cut her loose before she can drag him down. Just as Lily is left with nothing, she meets Adam: a billionaire CEO who needs a fake relationship to appease his nagging grandfather. Lily and Adam move in together, even as Mason mocks Lily for being on death's door. But what Mason doesn't know is that Lily isn't the one with late-stage cancer—he is!

Fletcher Fields, a brilliant lawyer, gets a second chance at life after a tragic miscarriage of justice. In his previous life,forged evidence led to the wrongful execution of his father-in-law and drove his wife, Camillia, to suicide. Reborn with the truth, Fletcher is now hell-bent on clearing Jorge's name. In a retrial, he exposes tampered surveillance footage and unveils a web of lies, bringing the real killer to justice and securing a future with his beloved Camillia.

The Bellaros border is in crisis, and Eloise Quimby volunteers for a political marriage. She has grown up with the crown prince, inseparable from him for ten years, yet now she leaves him behind. When he seeks to marry Camila Lowe instead of her, Eloise’s heart has already turned cold. The emperor names her Protector of the Realm, to wed in seven days—while the crown prince remains unaware…

Camille Sloane discovers while reapplying for her marriage certificate that she's still legally unmarried—her husband Malcolm Rourke's actual registered wife is his assistant Sierra Lowell. Shocked and heartbroken, Camille learns everything was orchestrated by Malcolm and witnesses him flirting with Sierra at the office.She decides to apply for immigration to leave him forever. Though Camille wants to leave peacefully, Sierra refuses to let her go, provoking her at Camille's birthday banquet and even self-harming to frame her. Camille fights back, but Malcolm wavers and repeatedly hurts her for Sierra's sake.Completely heartbroken, after receiving immigration approval, Camille prepares to leave but is kidnapped by Sierra's scheme and subjected to ninety-nine lashes by Malcolm, who doesn't know the truth. In her fading consciousness, Camille discovers her parents' deaths hide deeper secrets, and she vows to make Malcolm and Sierra pay the price.

A jealous, domineering, romantic warlord marshal drives the story.The original Maeve Wilder didn't accidentally drown—she was murdered. In the treacherous governor's mansion filled with scheming hearts, Maeve must find the real killer to survive. She's the legal wife of Marshal Samuel Graham, while her half-sister serves as his concubine. The mansion also houses the old matriarch (Samuel's grandmother) and four other concubines. Beneath the calm surface lurks deadly danger—even her own husband Samuel avoids her.Surrounded by enemies, Maeve uses her exceptional medical skills and intelligence to gradually earn Samuel's trust and uncover the truth behind her "accidental" fall into the well. One by one, seemingly innocent "accidents" reveal their sinister nature—the mansion is a gilded cage that devours people. Meanwhile, Samuel becomes captivated by Maeve's sudden transformation. From coldly watching her survive dangers to rescuing her from fire and water, Samuel finally realizes—he's fallen for her.

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

Lydia's boyfriend cheated on her with his powerful female boss, leaving her completely shattered. One night outside a bar, she unexpectedly ran into Kieran—the richest man in the city. The two had crossed paths once before, during a brief encounter in prison six months earlier.On impulse, Lydia proposed a quick marriage, and to her surprise, Kieran agreed without hesitation.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he had me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.