

For five years, billionaire Isabella lived as a submissive housewife, secretly funding her husband's business while enduring his family’s elitist insults in French. When they demand her departure, Isabella reveals she understood every word. Returning to her conglomerate, she orchestrates a ruthless corporate and legal warfare to strip them of everything.
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Lisa Elsher's life takes a dramatic turn when she's betrayed by her sister and fiancé. Acting on impulse, she marries a wealthy tycoon she barely knows, and her life transforms in unexpected ways. As she fights back against those who have wronged her, she reclaims what rightfully belongs to her. Amidst adversity, she finds solace in the man who becomes her ally in times of trouble. When her ex-fiancé pleads for reconciliation, the man she recently met swiftly kicks him aside."Whoever touches my woman dies!" the man declares domineeringly.

On our fifth dating anniversary, my boyfriend, Luke Bolton, gives me a cheap bracelet worth less than a hundred dollars. On the same night, he splurges ten million dollars on a yacht for his first love, Cindy Gale. I refuse to accept this, and he accuses me of making a scene. "I gave Cindy that gift to boost the company's stock price, not because I still have feelings for her," he says. "You're poor, and I still promised to marry you. Isn't that enough? This was actually your last test, Elisa Gray, but you failed it." I break up with him, and he immediately proposes to Cindy. Five years after that, we meet again at a luxury hotel during a business summit. His company is about to become an industry giant, and Cindy is holding onto his arm. When he sees me, I'm standing in a fountain, all drenched and disheveled. "Elisa," Luke sneers. "When you turned me down back then, did it ever cross your mind that you might end up worse than a homeless person? "Don't think acting pitiful here will make me feel sorry and take you back." I ignore him. My son's cherished blue diamond was a birthday gift from his father, and he accidentally dropped it into the fountain. He's so upset that he's about to cry, and I have to find it right away.

Olivia Bennett took the fall for her husband Ethan Parker’s “murder charge.” After being sent to Cancún, her passport was stolen, and she lost contact with her husband and their one-month-old son for five years. After enduring immense hardship, she returned to San Francisco, only to find that her son Leo was already calling Ethan’s former fiancée Claire “Mom.” Ethan was not only living with Claire, but also forcing the physically weak Olivia to give blood transfusions to save her. It was only when she heard Ethan admit it with his own mouth before losing consciousness that she realized the so-called murder case, her exile, and the stolen passport were all a scam. Olivia’s heart died completely. She secretly began processing Mexican immigration paperwork, but was then betrayed by her best friend, besieged by public opinion, hurt by Leo, and hunted by Claire. After the consulate rescued the gravely injured Olivia, she formally ended the marriage and returned to the Palm Bay Hotel she had founded in Cancún. Ethan eventually uncovered the suffering she had endured over those five years, and when he saw Claire harm Leo with his own eyes, he finally began to feel remorse. He chased her to Cancún and begged to reconcile, but Olivia would not look back. The elder Mr. Parker forcibly took Ethan away and arranged a marriage alliance for him. Ethan ran away on the wedding day, plunging the Parker Group into public relations, partnership, and compensation crises, and the elder Mr. Parker died of a sudden cerebral infarction as a result. After losing his father, his career, and his healthy son, Ethan completely collapsed, and in the end he and Leo fell into the river below a cliff. When Olivia heard the news, she simply turned off the television and went on to embrace the life that truly belonged to her.

Damon spent six months and $20,000 planning a Northern Territory trip for Chloe and her family. But when Chloe wanted her childhood friend Ethan to come along, she gave Damon’s spot in the safe convoy to him, forcing Damon to cross the Shadow Pack’s territory alone, where wolves had killed and injured travelers just a month earlier.Disappointed beyond words, Damon came home to find Ethan lying in his bed. He decided to sever their mate bond. He canceled the hotels, threw out Chloe’s luggage, and froze the account he had paid for her.When Chloe lied about being pregnant to stop him, a paternity test proved the baby was Ethan’s. Damon recovered the $500,000 they owed him, kicked all four of them out, sold the villa, and left for a new territory to start over.

Lila needs money to save an orphanage,so she hastily marries William, thinking he’s just a poor guy. But after falling for him, she discovers he’s actually the city’s richest CEO......problem is, she hates liars more than anyone else.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

The night I died, my whole family was busy celebrating my twin sister Elena's eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought Elena was going to die the next day. We're elves. My father worked as a clan guardian, and after Mom gave birth to Elena and me as twins, she stopped working altogether. We should have been a happy family. But from the moment we were born, Elena and I were bound by a witch's curse. Because Elena came into the world one minute before me, she took the full weight of it onto herself. She was never supposed to live past eighteen. From the day we were born, Elena was the family's treasure. Mom and Dad treated me like I owed her something. New toys went to her first. New dresses were always her pick. Every night, Mom would sit in Elena's room for at least an hour before she'd turn off the light. I always fell asleep alone. One night I had a nightmare and ran barefoot to find Mom. She was holding Elena and didn't even look up. "Go back to bed. Stop making a fuss." I kept telling myself: she's dying, of course they're kind to her. But every time I let something go, that splinter in my chest pushed a little deeper. Then the day the curse was supposed to take effect finally came, and naturally, that was the day my stomach cramped so badly I could barely stand. Mom and Dad didn't hesitate. They shoved me into the cellar and locked it from outside. I crouched on the stone floor with the smell of mildew everywhere and knocked on the door over and over. "Mom... Dad... my stomach really hurts, I can't even stand up... let me out, please..." One sentence came back through the door. "Your sister is dying tonight! Can you just give us one day? One day!" "But... Mom... I'm scared..." Nobody answered after that. The cellar went quiet. My eyelids grew heavy. My last thought was: if I were the one dying of a curse, would they come hold me too.

The night I died, my whole family was busy celebrating my twin sister Elena's eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought Elena was going to die the next day. We're elves. My father worked as a clan guardian, and after Mom gave birth to Elena and me as twins, she stopped working altogether. We should have been a happy family. But from the moment we were born, Elena and I were bound by a witch's curse. Because Elena came into the world one minute before me, she took the full weight of it onto herself. She was never supposed to live past eighteen. From the day we were born, Elena was the family's treasure. Mom and Dad treated me like I owed her something. New toys went to her first. New dresses were always her pick. Every night, Mom would sit in Elena's room for at least an hour before she'd turn off the light. I always fell asleep alone. One night I had a nightmare and ran barefoot to find Mom. She was holding Elena and didn't even look up. "Go back to bed. Stop making a fuss." I kept telling myself: she's dying, of course they're kind to her. But every time I let something go, that splinter in my chest pushed a little deeper. Then the day the curse was supposed to take effect finally came, and naturally, that was the day my stomach cramped so badly I could barely stand. Mom and Dad didn't hesitate. They shoved me into the cellar and locked it from outside. I crouched on the stone floor with the smell of mildew everywhere and knocked on the door over and over. "Mom... Dad... my stomach really hurts, I can't even stand up... let me out, please..." One sentence came back through the door. "Your sister is dying tonight! Can you just give us one day? One day!" "But... Mom... I'm scared..." Nobody answered after that. The cellar went quiet. My eyelids grew heavy. My last thought was: if I were the one dying of a curse, would they come hold me too.