

To fund her grandmother's surgery, Chloe Lane signs a one-year sham marriage contract with Victor Grant. After a quick courthouse wedding, they part ways—only to reunite a year later when Chloe takes a job at his mill. Neither recognizes the other, thanks to a lost certificate and false leads.When Zara Taylor, obsessed with Victor, frames Chloe, Victor and Chloe team up. Sparks fly as they fight the crisis, but both hesitate, believing the other is married.

Just as I was on the verge of miscarriage from a fall, my husband—New York's most powerful Don—was throwing a lavish birthday gala for his childhood sweetheart, Camilla. I called, begging for help, but he dismissed it as a cheap stunt and coldly hung up. As his wife, I bore the honor of being the Donna—yet no one knew I couldn't even scrape together a thousand dollars. All because, to "train" me into a proper Donna, he had handed total control of my life and finances straight to Camilla. Desperate, I begged anyone who would listen. But by the time I finally scraped the money together, my baby's heartbeat stopped forever. After waking up in that hospital bed, I dragged myself back to his penthouse to pack my bags. That was when I stumbled upon the auction receipt for Camilla's birthday gift. A ten-million-dollar mansion in Beverly Hills, plus endless custom jewelry. Just then, his deep, raspy voice drifted from the study next door. He was on a call with his underbosses. "Boss, was Scarlett really at the hospital begging you for a grand?" Cassius scoffed. "Scarlett is my Donna. She has my men guarding her 24/7. How could anything possibly happen to her? She's just pulling a cheap stunt for attention. Camilla is right. I've spoiled Scarlett too much lately. If Camilla isn't strict with her, how is an orphan going to earn the Famiglia's respect? She'll understand my good intentions later." Tears slipped down my face. Fuck his rules. Fuck his Donna. The second the doctor called my baby's time of death, I decided I was out of his life—never to return.

Yolanda, a mascot of the heavenly realm, was kicked down to the mortal world by Celestius to save the drought. She possessed a poor little girl, but underneath her thin frame lies divine power: A wave of the hand makes an old goat give milk and birth, while a stomp of the foot makes a dry well gush forth! A wicked aunt that called her curse was then blown up in the kitchen! A cousin that threw stones at her...

Just as I was on the verge of miscarriage from a fall, my husband—New York's most powerful Don—was throwing a lavish birthday gala for his childhood sweetheart, Camilla. I called, begging for help, but he dismissed it as a cheap stunt and coldly hung up. As his wife, I bore the honor of being the Donna—yet no one knew I couldn't even scrape together a thousand dollars. All because, to "train" me into a proper Donna, he had handed total control of my life and finances straight to Camilla. Desperate, I begged anyone who would listen. But by the time I finally scraped the money together, my baby's heartbeat stopped forever. After waking up in that hospital bed, I dragged myself back to his penthouse to pack my bags. That was when I stumbled upon the auction receipt for Camilla's birthday gift. A ten-million-dollar mansion in Beverly Hills, plus endless custom jewelry. Just then, his deep, raspy voice drifted from the study next door. He was on a call with his underbosses. "Boss, was Scarlett really at the hospital begging you for a grand?" Cassius scoffed. "Scarlett is my Donna. She has my men guarding her 24/7. How could anything possibly happen to her? She's just pulling a cheap stunt for attention. Camilla is right. I've spoiled Scarlett too much lately. If Camilla isn't strict with her, how is an orphan going to earn the Famiglia's respect? She'll understand my good intentions later." Tears slipped down my face. Fuck his rules. Fuck his Donna. The second the doctor called my baby's time of death, I decided I was out of his life—never to return.

Reborn, she watched her sister snatch the city's richest bachelor, convinced she'd stolen her life. But Dorothy turned and chose a ragged tramp, enduring the whole city's mockery and scorn. Until the night she was forced to her knees—the doors burst open, and everyone was stunned.

"""Transfer my mate bond to Catherine,"" I told the Moon Goddess. ""He'll never have to look at me again."" Everyone in Windvale Pack knew I was Oscar's fated mate. The prophecy said he had to bond with me, or the pack would fall. So he did, and he hated me for ten years. Then a riot broke out. He threw himself in front of me and took eighteen blades. With his last breath, he said, ""If only my fated mate hadn't been you."" The Moon Goddess sent me back to the night before our marking ceremony. This time, I wrote Catherine's name on the application. I gave up my healing to break our bond. I gave blood until I collapsed to save the woman he loved. Then I left for Cero City without saying goodbye. He tore up the application. He defied his father, his pack, and the prophecy, then came after me with red eyes. ""Who said you could give me away?"" But he had already died for me once. This time, I would rather lose him than watch him bleed for me again."

At a mafia family banquet, my boyfriend of five years, Emilio Gimondi, gives away the ring that symbolizes the family's Donna to his childhood friend, Carlotta Lecce. Someone asks in astonishment, "You gave the ring to Carlotta? Isn't Ms. Rinaldi going to be angry?" Emilio looks completely unconcerned. "A proposal is just a formality. Zita is going to be the Donna eventually. She doesn't need to throw a tantrum over a ring." Carlotta makes a point of flashing the ring in front of me. "Zita, isn't it pretty?" Emilio thinks I'll react the way I always have—in anger and jealousy. Instead, I simply watch them quietly and say that it does indeed look nice. He relaxes, thinking that I've finally learned my place. He promises that once we marry, he'll make it up to me with something much better than that ring. But what he doesn't know is that I've already been accepted into medical school. Very soon, I'll be gone.

In this episode of GoodChat: The Great Cake-Off, Volo, Faith, and Sophie put their instincts to the test with a round of Cake or Real. As the desserts get more deceptive, the guesses get bolder, and more wrong. With each round, the stakes rise, because the loser pays the price: a dot of whipped cream straight to the face. Expect laughs, questionable confidence, and plenty of sweet (and messy) moments as the game unfolds.

To save her critically ill mother, a stunning fox maiden sells herself to the hypocritical and tyrannical Snow Leopard Young Master. Enduring endless torment in the dark, gloomy castle, she is cornered by the disgraced Black Panther younger brother, who is mocked by his entire clan. He swears to trade his immense, all-powerful dark empire across the continent just to win her heart.

I was engaged to Silas, Don of the Vance Famiglia, yet in the annual family portrait, I was shoved into the back corner. Standing right beside him was Camilla, his most trusted Capo. He sighed impatiently. "We have plenty of photos together, Scarlett. Missing one won't kill you. You're the future Donna. Stop being so petty." I swallowed my pride and gave up my spot. But my compromise bought me nothing. The necklace meant for me ended up around Camilla's neck. His plus-one to galas became Camilla. His excuse was always the same: "She's a vital part of the syndicate. You shouldn't compete with her." So, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I stopped being petty. I shredded the wedding planner I had poured my heart into, trashed our photos, and left New York for good. And suddenly, the cold, calculating Don was tearing the city apart looking for me.