

Valerie marries mafia heir Jeno, only to discover his mistress and secret twins. Pregnant with his child and shattered, she fakes a plane crash and disappears. When Jeno finally realizes what he has lost, his desperate pursuit comes too late, leaving Valerie free to begin again.

Desperate to save her son from a brain tumor, Jessica seeks out her husband, Patrick, only to find he’s betrayed their marriage for his career, hiding in an affair with an officer’s daughter. Patrick cruelly leverages their son’s surgery money to force a divorce—and when he realizes Jessica holds proof of a murder he committed, he frames her to silence her for good. At her lowest point, the army’s top commander, General Wilson, steps in. As they fight for justice together, a new love blossoms...

Ten years ago, Alicia's husband Oscar vanished without a trace. Alicia raised their son Rowan on her own. For ten long years, she never stopped searching for him. When Oscar finally regained consciousness, he remembered nothing — yet in his dreams, he kept reliving the moments he had shared with his wife. A devoted Go enthusiast, Oscar happened to cross paths with Rowan over the game, and the two became unlikely chess friends...

Faye discovers that her fiancé is having an affair with the wife of secret billionaire Arvin Sterling, so she takes revenge on him by getting intimate with Arvin. However, it turns out to be Arvin’s scheme to lure Faye in his seduction game......

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Julian Hall, a billionaire with a strict no-office-romance rule, found himself breaking his own code when he fell for his new secretary, Iselin Wenton. Summoning all his courage, he confessed his feelings, only to be rejected and sent packing. Determined to win her over, Julian enlisted the help of his young son, Charlie, as his secret wingman. What Julian didn't realize was that Charlie was actually the son he unknowingly shared with Iselin. Unwavering in their loyalty, Charlie and his sister, Bonnie, sided with their mom. But the clever siblings had a plan of their own—they decided to play matchmakers and bring their parents back together. After a series of unexpected twists and hilarious turns, the two little agents succeeded in reuniting their family and giving Julian and Iselin a second chance at love!

Ada Scott, the world's top crisis expert, abandoned her seven-figure career to take a mid-level job at a Hugh Group hotel, all to quietly chase Todd Hugh, the heir she'd secretly loved for ten years.Their staged "chance encounter" spiraled into a sudden, legal marriage, neither expecting the other's hidden agenda.Every step Ada plotted, Todd had already anticipated. Their schemes mirrored each other, masking the same unspoken truth: a decade of longing.When the lies finally fell away, only one thing remained: the kiss they'd waited ten years to share.