

After running away from a forced high-society marriage, Sophia Lancaster accidentally spends one night with Alexander Sterling, a powerful billionaire who mistakes her for an ordinary woman. Their fake relationship begins as a contract, but as Sophia's hidden heiress identity is exposed and her past catches up with her, Alexander must choose between his family empire and the woman he has truly fallen for.

Mistaken for her fiancé’s mistress and humiliated by his family, secret billionaire Scarlett finally sees Derek for what he is. She walks into their wedding with a new groom, a devastating revenge plan, and enough power to leave every traitor with nothing.

Abigail married Jonathan three years ago, but his family believed she did so for their money. The in-law's dislike and a looming homewrecker pushed Abigail to a breaking point, with Jonathan's indifference being the last straw. Seeing Abigail beyond disheartened and ready to leave, it was to Jonathan's surprise to learn the things Abigail endured these three years. Even more to Jonathan's surprise, Abigail is revealed to be... As the truth unveiled and misunderstandings lifted, will the two rekindle their love in the end?

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.

I went to pick up my older brother who was out at a gathering. That was when I overheard him ask Nathan, "Haven't you been dating someone? It's been so long, and I still haven't met her." I suddenly tensed up. Nathan and I had been together for three years, but we had always kept it a secret, so no one knew. Nathan replied lazily, "She's not my girlfriend, just a pastime. It's not like I plan to marry her." I clenched my fists and pushed the door open without hesitation.

After catching Bill proposing to another woman, Haley discovers her six-year marriage was a lie: her husband hid his billionaire identity and betrayed her. Penniless, she signs a contract marriage with Lester to repay his lifesaving help, only to uncover buried truths, cure his illness, and find her lost daughter.

Daniel, a retired special forces king and hidden global tycoon, returns home disguised as a cleaner for his son Matthew’s wedding. At the wedding, Matthew is brutally humiliated by his wealthy future in-laws, who believe Daniel and his son are nothing but poor nobodies. But they have no idea they’ve just offended the world’s most untouchable billionaire. When Daniel finally reveals his true identity, how far will he go to destroy the family that ruined his son’s life?

Klare is an overlooked nurse at Venus Hospital, struggling with severe anxiety after a family tragedy. Her only comfort is submitting online to a mysterious ""Master,"" whose commands make her feel safe. But in real life, her new boss, Dance Gordon, is arrogant, sharp-tongued, and always targeting her. By day, they clash at the hospital. By night, he is the perfect Master behind the screen, giving all his patience and tenderness to his one and only - ""Cake."" Enemies in real life. Addicted online.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.