

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.”

Anxious over her husband Samuel's locked basement, Paige follows unsettling clues—perfume, strange stains, and dark figures. She uncovers a web of fake mental diagnoses, exposing an illegal underground fertility experiment. Defeating greedy villains targeting the miraculous drug, Paige saves her marriage and finally cradles her own baby.

Nicole Sugg only discovers the truth as she's dying—her husband Arthur Jones is still alive. He's been impersonating his dead twin brother Kevin,living as husband to his sister-in-law! Given a second chance at life, Nicole is determined to get ruthless revenge...

Stella Carter had been secretly married to Adrian Whitmore, an old-money Manhattan heir, for three years, believing she had found the most precious love of her life. It was not until she was pregnant and saw her husband at the hospital staying by the side of the famous actress Vanessa Bennett—and overheard Adrian planning to take her child away and hand it over to Vanessa to raise—that she realized she had never been the one her husband truly cherished. Stella terminated the pregnancy, signed the divorce papers, and accepted an invitation to join a Zurich aerospace program. Before leaving, she sent evidence of Vanessa’s provocations and her own abortion report to a family dinner, publicly exposing the relationship between Adrian and Vanessa, and then vanished completely. Only after losing her did Adrian realize that Stella was not only the one who had truly saved his life, but also the wife he had shattered with his own hands. By the time he followed her to Switzerland, Stella had already returned to her scientific career and had also begun to recognize the love Julian Harrington had quietly kept for her all those years. Adrian’s remorse, Vanessa’s crimes, and the reckoning between the two powerful families erupted one after another. After all the hurt and farewells, Stella ultimately completed the aerospace program and married Julian, who truly respected and cherished her, while Adrian could only cling to his belated regret and watch her embrace a life of her own.

I secretly married Don Matteo, the most feared man in New York. For five years, he promised me a real wedding in front of the Five Families. He promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar—for his childhood sweetheart, Cecilia. Every time, she had an emergency. Every time, Matteo chose her. I cried. I begged. I even held a gun to his head. But he only sneered, “She’s nothing. You’re Mrs. Falcone. Know your place.” Until the ninety-ninth time. I finally stopped waiting. I placed the divorce papers—and the Falcone family alliance contract—before him. “Our marriage is over.” “So is our alliance.”

The reserved professor he has a crush on and the gentle childhood friend who has guarded him for years both turn the discipline from his dreams into reality. Trapped under their dual control, he cannot escape. In the end, the three forge an unconventional bond that transcends worldly norms.

Eleanor, the real CEO, gave her husband everything—money, power, status. He used it all to fund his ex's boutique and let her publicly humiliate Eleanor. Until Eleanor finally reveals who she truly is. The tables turn. Everyone kneels. But it's too late.
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On the day of their engagement, Liu Xu was handed over to someone else by her fiancé. Rong Yanyun, a handsome CEO who had waited for fifteen years, seized the moment in an instant.Sweet words flowed effortlessly from his lips, and he showed off her without restraint. Their love story became widely known. Later, that scumbag fiancé tearfully begged her to return.At that moment, she pulled out their marriage certificate and said, "Sorry, I'm already married."

I had been in a secret relationship with my mafia boyfriend, Dante Castellano, for seven years. No public contact. No photos together. No proof I had ever stood by his side. He told me, "Once I'm powerful enough that no one dares touch you, I'll make it official." I believed him. The day before our seventh anniversary, I found a ten-carat diamond ring in his suit jacket. I cried with joy, thinking seven years of hiding were finally over. The next morning, I wore my most expensive dress and sprayed on the only perfume he had ever given me. I practiced my smile in the mirror, the one I would give when he proposed. Then, my phone lit up with a breaking news alert. [Breaking News: Seven-Year Love Story Reaches Perfect Ending—Romance Blogger Alessia Romano Accepts Boyfriend's 100th Proposal!] In the photo, the influencer with eight million followers stood on her tiptoes, kissing a man. His hand rested on the back of her neck. On that hand was a scar I would never mistake. It was the scar Dante got when he took a knife for me.

Three days before my due date, my husband came home and told me he was marrying Bianca Voss. “Her baby is due any day now,” Luca said. “If I marry her, I get the Don’s seat.” I stood there carrying his child and asked, “So you want me to spend the rest of my life as your hidden mistress?” He promised me doctors, guards, money, and a guarded house outside Chicago. He said I would still be his wife in private, as long as I never appeared in front of Bianca. When I refused, he looked at me with pity, as if I was too ordinary to understand the world he truly came from. He thought I was just Aria, the quiet woman who grew tomatoes by the lake. He had no idea I was Aria Castellano, the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I looked at him and whispered, “What if I told you Bianca’s family was nothing compared to mine?”