

Yulia is sent by her father to the bed of her family's creditor, Yvan. What appears to be an orchestrated honey trap is, in fact, a calculated move by Yvan, a young CEO. Playing along with the scheme, Yvan pressures Yulia's father behind the scenes while playing the innocent victim in front of the clueless girl. His endgame? To trick her straight into marriage.

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

On the night before her engagement, Clara made a daring escape from her cheating ex and her toxic, sexist family. Fate took an unexpected turn when she discovered she was carrying the child of Cary Sampson—the nation's wealthiest and most powerful man. Before she could catch her breath, Cary bought out the hotel where she worked, determined to keep her in his life. But Clara wasn't about to let anyone derail her dreams. She worked tirelessly to prove her worth, resisting Cary's advances at every step. Yet, his persistence and devotion slowly melted her defenses. In the end, Clara not only built a thriving career but also became the center of Cary's world, cherished and adored like never before.

On the wedding day, the career-driven businesswoman Eloise discovered that her groom Eugene was having an affair with her cousin Vicki. She decisively exposed their scandal at the wedding scene. However, Eugene and Eloise's relatives became furious and shifted all the blame onto Eloise for being devoted to her work and unwilling to be a homemaker. Eloise was infuriated by their shamelessness and, at the wedding, declared that she would hire a husband with a high salary, thinking it was just an impulsive act of venting her frustration. But Alphonse, the CEO of Blossom Group, raised his hand and expressed his desire to become Eloise's husband. Eloise was very surprised but didn't think much of it, believing Alphonse was just a cash-strapped hotel worker. Thus, the two ended up having a spontaneous marriage. What kind of sparks would fly between them next?

Everyone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

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.

Mia Falcone, the Don’s daughter, gave up everything for Leo Romano after he took three bullets to save her. For seven years, she lived in secrecy as his wife, raising their son without a name. After Leo’s brother died, his widow, Jasmine Moretti, returned, and Leo chose her and ambition over blood. When the humiliation threatens her son, Ethan, Mia walks away and returns to her true identity. As Leo desperately tries to win back the woman he lost, Mia teaches him a fatal lesson: he didn’t just break a heart—he declared war on the wrong bloodline.

"Everyone thought my husband Jason was the perfect man. But I knew the monster behind the mask. He didn’t just sleep with his best friend Grace. He was obsessed with watching her with other men. I was about to end my marriage. But Jason made the ultimate betrayal—bringing Grace into the home I paid for. Jason:""Emma, I’ve decided Grace is moving in with us."" Jason:"" Do what I said. Move Ava downstairs and give that room to Grace’s son."" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Emma:"" This house is mine. And you’re sending my daughter to the basement?"" Jason: "" Grace is my best friend. Her son is like my own, and he deserves a better room."" When I refused to back down, my husband and his family called me selfish. I just said: "" Since we can’t agree, I’ll leave with my daughter. But I’ll take back every penny I’ve spent on you over the years."" Just wait until you’re all broke, you losers!"