

The person that Nate, the flawless star quarterback, hates the most is Jax, who is arrogant, violent, and has just become his stepbrother. But he desperately discovers that under Jax's repeated suppression of absolute power and malicious provocation, his perfectly disguised body is betraying his rationality and sinking completely.

In her past life, Dahlia Whitmore—the precious heiress of the Whitmore family—was tortured to death by the three foster brothers she grew up with and the scheming scholarship girl, Chloe. After her rebirth, she cuts every tie with them and boldly enters a political marriage with Adrian DeLuca, the mafia heir who proposed to her ninety-nine times before finally winning her hand. Adrian treasures her like a queen—while the three brothers, too late, realize just how much they’ve lost.

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.

Yancy Shaw, the heiress of the Shaw family, was set up by Cindy and lost her memory. After getting saved by Celia, she was given a new name Miranda. In an odd coincidence, Yancy married Zack Ramsey. Cindy pretended to be Yancy and wanted to marry Zack. She tried to set Miranda up several times. In the end, Zack and Miranda teamed up to expose Cindy's crimes.

At my wedding rehearsal dinner, a photo of me and my fiancé’s older brother—naked in bed—was displayed in front of everyone. I said it was a setup. Jason, my soon-to-be husband and the Don of the Vale, said, “I trust you.” He erased the footage—and married me anyway. For two years, he kept me hidden while my stepsister, Nerissa, stood beside him in public. He said it was to protect me—so I believed him. I believed him even when the rumors said he was sleeping with her, even when he introduced her as his Donna… until today, when I found them in bed together. Jason didn’t even stop kissing her when he saw me. “Do you like this anniversary gift, Alina?” That was when I finally understood— Jason had never believed me—and the reason he still married me wasn’t love. It was punishment.

Billionaire CEO Rachel White is about to marry her boyfriend Cody Gill.To support his career, she keeps a low profile and goes to the airport to pick up her future mother-in-law, Lola George. Lola is a snob who mistakes Cody’s mistress, Lydia Harris—dressed to impress and flattering the mother-in-law—for “the CEO daughter-in-law.”Meanwhile,she mistakes Rachel for the mistress and humiliates her mercilessly.

Billionaire CEO Rachel White is about to marry her boyfriend Cody Gill.To support his career, she keeps a low profile and goes to the airport to pick up her future mother-in-law, Lola George. Lola is a snob who mistakes Cody’s mistress, Lydia Harris—dressed to impress and flattering the mother-in-law—for “the CEO daughter-in-law.”Meanwhile,she mistakes Rachel for the mistress and humiliates her mercilessly.
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In a world of wealth and privilege, she's the heiress to a vast fortune. Out of gratitude for saving her life, she marries her vegetative husband for many years. However, her world shatters when he wakes up and betrays her, choosing his former lover over her. Devastated but undeterred, she finds her strength and exposes the truth about the deceitful couple. Along the way, she discovers her own resilience and worth. While her ex-husband regrets his choices, she finds unexpected love in the arms of a younger man who appreciates her for who she truly is.

Because of the nature of my work, I rarely had the chance to interact with people outside my job.My mother was convinced something was off with my personal life, so she arranged a marriage for me. On the wedding day, right as I was about to change and go onstage, I found my gown dumped in the trash. My fiancé's secretary shoved a bridesmaid dress at me. “I'm the bride today. You expect me to wear this?” “Quit talking. Mr. Cooper said I'm taking your place for the whole wedding.”I stood frozen for a few seconds, then pulled out my phone and called my fiancé. “Blair Cooper, are you seriously not going to give me an explanation for replacing the bride at the last minute?”He hung up before I finished. I just stood there, stunned. So this wedding doesn't need to continue.

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.