

Simon, a man who grew up in an orphanage, has been secretly married to Clara Hart, the current head of a mafia family, for three years. Yet he has always remained a hidden part of her life. Clara gave him a marriage, but never gave him a place in her heart. Simon believed that one day, he would finally earn her love. Until he discovered the truth— Her phone password was her first love's initials. Her private ringtone was the song that man loved. And on their wedding anniversary, she removed her wedding ring and had dinner with Gideon Wade, the man she was forced to leave behind because of their families' feud. At that moment, Simon finally understood. Their three-year marriage was nothing more than a dream he had been chasing alone. Heartbroken, Simon signed the divorce papers and decided to leave the woman who had shattered him. But when Gideon learned Simon was trying to disappear, he suddenly returned, stopped him, and tore up the divorce agreement. “Do you really think you can leave her?” “This marriage doesn't end because you say so.” With the help of Evelyn, the former godmother of the mafia family, Simon slowly uncovers the truth behind the past. Gideon didn't leave Clara for love. He went to Europe to fight for family power. Now, having returned in defeat, he only wants to use Clara to reclaim everything. When the truth is finally revealed, Clara realizes who she truly lost. In front of the entire family, she publicly chooses Simon for the first time. “He is my husband. And he is the only one I choose.” Back home, she lets go of her pride and proposes to Simon again. This time, she wants to give him a wedding that the whole world will know about. But can Simon ever trust the woman who once broke his heart?

On Lindsey's wedding day, the groom, Ethan, ran away. Lindsey then randomly found a handsome guy, Marcelino, at the wedding venue to complete the ceremony with her, humiliating Ethan's family. Marcelino, wanting to avoid a blind date, used the excuse of dealing with high-ranking executive embezzlement issues at a branch company. However, unexpectedly, he entered into a marriage of convenience with Lindsey and gradually fell in love with her.

After the divorce, Ella Blaine's ex-husband, John Jones, asked, "We were married for a year. Did you ever love me?""No!" Ella replied, walking away without a hint of hesitation.Later, a manipulative friend revealed a pregnancy involving John's child. Ella responded by exposing his infertility secret.Years later, when questioned about Ella's decision to marry the seemingly perfect Zac Smith, Ella, with unwavering confidence, declares, "If I can't be his bride, I'll be his new mother. Will he dare not to marry?"

Frank had been adopted by his foster parents who doted on him dearly. But everything changed the day his foster parents officially recognized Timothy, their biological son. No matter how earnestly Frank explained, his adoptive father chose to believe the newly acknowledged heir over the son he'd raised for over twenty years. Frank had overlooked the bond of blood. On Timothy's birthday celebration, Frank died in a car crash. In his final moments, Frank realized the entire tragedy had been orchestrated by Timothy. Consumed by regret and rage, his world plunged into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back to the fateful day, his wife’s leap from the building.

Due to her family's circumstances, Stella Austin is compelled to part ways with her first love, Luca Scott, and inadvertently saves Cody Neal, the CEO of Neal Corp. Stella assumes a new identity and marries into the Neal family. However, her time with the Neals proves tumultuous as she endures mistreatment and humiliation. Adding to her woes, Wendy Yoder, purportedly Cody's savior, continually troubles her, leading to a tragic miscarriage. Fueled by resentment towards Cody's lack of trust and unwavering support for Wendy, Stella ultimately divorces him and embarks on a journey of revenge. When the truth finally comes to light, will they find their way back to each other in the end?

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

" My husband was once the person I loved most. When I became pregnant, he treated me like the happiest woman in the world. But after his true love died, he destroyed everything we had. In my past life, Caleb saved me and his mother from the fire, but he couldn't save Brianna when she ran back into the flames to prove her love for him. From that day on, he turned his grief into hatred toward me. The man who once waited for our baby's birth with love eventually took our child away at Brianna's grave. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night of the fire. This time, I will never trust his love again."

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.”

Isabella loved testing me. Right after graduation, she made me take on her $5 million mortgage. I refused. So she turned around and bought the campus heartthrob an $8 million mansion—in cash. She smugly tossed the deed in front of me. Isabella: “Derek, I was never poor. I was testing you the whole time.” Isabella: “You failed my test. What a disappointment. We’re over.” I just smiled and walked away. She had no idea who she was testing. I’m a billionaire’s son. Four years later, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Isabella had just made the Top 50. She arrived with Carl, arm in arm. And I dressed simply. No designer labels. Just a Cayenne key and a child in my arms. One glance, and Isabella decided I was just a driver. Isabella: “Derek, you came all the way here just to see me? How desperate.” Isabella: “I’m on the rich list now, and you’re just a driver. Stop dreaming.”” I blamed my billionaire dad for making me come. I finally had a day to spend with my son. Now I'd have to waste it here. I looked at Isabella impatiently. Derek: “A driver? Are you sure… you know who I am?”