

Corporate drone James Solis is arranged by his father Aurel Solis to marry the comatose Clarice Lull. After obtaining the marriage certificate, James plans to wait for Clarice to wake up, then confess and divorce to pursue his own true love.Clarice's twin sister Betty Lull arrives at James' workplace to test his sincerity toward her sister. James mistakes them for the same person, creating countless misunderstandings. When James discovers they are twin sisters, he regrets everything, while Betty has also developed feelings for him. Just at this moment,Clarice's condition improves and she awakens.

Five years ago, Zoey Campbell, the medical talent, was set up with her babies carved out of her belly. The mastermind behind the scene seized the baby boy and drove a wedge between Zoey and her husband, Ian Fleming. Five years later, Zoey came back with her daughter Anna, a talented hacker, seeking vengeance! After a series of twisted plots, Zoey realized she had taken the wrong boy as her son. The boy's real mother was the same one who arranged the brutal operation five years ago. Zoey's real son had been kept this vicious schemer as her punching bag! And the one who planned everything was actually Ian's evil twin brother...

Lynn Clark gets an alert: her husband spent 100k of her money at Viva Club. Rushing over, she catches him with his young mistress, plotting to use her 5 million pension to buy a club for his so-called ""goddaughter.""Thirty years of marriage earns her just one insult: ""My wife's just a loyal dog to me, a simp."" She doesn't break down—she slips out and calls her niece, "Bring me a divorce agreement."Once treated as a cash cow, this woman is about to make the cheaters pay.

Reborn into a cybernetic world where "synchronization rate" determines everything, I was once a overworked office worker who died from exhaustion. Now, even as the strongest being, I choose to live as an F-rank "trash" who spends his days flirting with beautiful women and enjoying a laid-back life. But trouble keeps coming for me anyway—my ex-wife demands a share of my fortune, my family forces me into an arranged marriage, a brother dies protecting me, and even my own elder brother wants to drag me down with him. Fine. If you won't let me rest, I won't pretend anymore. One punch per problem—until everyone learns their place.

After the divorce, Ella Blaine's ex-husband, John Jones, asked, "We were married for a year. Did you ever love me?""No!" Ella replied, walking away without a hint of hesitation.Later, a manipulative friend revealed a pregnancy involving John's child. Ella responded by exposing his infertility secret.Years later, when questioned about Ella's decision to marry the seemingly perfect Zac Smith, Ella, with unwavering confidence, declares, "If I can't be his bride, I'll be his new mother. Will he dare not to marry?"
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I got bored late in the night and casually bragged about dating the campus goddess. I never expected that the very next second, I would obtain the All-Seeing Eye System. As long as I took a photo of someone with my phone, I could instantly obtain all of their secrets.The next day, I aimed the camera at the class beauty, Rachel Lewis. Almost immediately, shocking information popped up on my phone screen. I tapped open the attached PPT, which contained a detailed breakdown of the exposed dirt.

Upon discovering she had only three months to live, Charlene finally realized she had been used by those around her and resolved to live for herself at last. So, she confronted her colleagues, exposing the dark side of her workplace, completely cut ties with her parents, who favored her younger brother, and ended her relationship with her unfaithful fiancé. In her final days, she agreed to Elbert's pursuit, making him her last boyfriend...

On her wedding day, Megan's fiancé Mark vanishes without a trace. After four years of investigation, the police still turn up no leads whatsoever. Consumed by her relentless obsession, Megan is taken by her best friend Jennifer to a hidden underground store that sells so-called hyper-realistic ""shared boyfriend"" companion robots. She is horrified to discover that ""Robot No. 07"" is none other than Mark, missing for four years. He is kept subdued with drugs and electric shocks, disguised as merchandise to be exploited for profit. To save her beloved, Megan swallows her humiliation and feigns compliance, secretly gathering evidence. Step by step, she uncovers the shocking truth: her best friend, driven by hatred born from scorned love, was the one who ""donated"" Mark to the store owner. In the final showdown, Megan collaborates with the police from the inside to raid and shut down the illegal operation. The two lean on each other through the long aftermath of trauma, moving steadily toward healing and a new beginning.

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.