

Five years ago, gifted surgeon Elara Voss fled a suffocating marriage while secretly carrying her husband's unborn daughter. Now, one drunken mistake lands her back in bed with her cold, billionaire ex‑husband, Damian Sterling. Determined to protect their five‑year‑old daughter, Elara insists the child isn't his and proposes a strictly physical arrangement: Tuesdays only, no publicity, no interference, and no entanglement. What she doesn't know is that Damian has loved her for five full years and waited for her all along; he simply never knew how to express his feelings. As old desire reignites, their daughter's identity and the carefully staged fake‑infidelity hoax that destroyed their marriage begins to surface. Can two people who never learned to understand each other's love give their marriage a second chance once the truth comes to light?

On Lindsey's wedding day, the groom, Ethan, ran away. Lindsey then randomly found a handsome guy, Marcelino, at the wedding venue to complete the ceremony with her, humiliating Ethan's family. Marcelino, wanting to avoid a blind date, used the excuse of dealing with high-ranking executive embezzlement issues at a branch company. However, unexpectedly, he entered into a marriage of convenience with Lindsey and gradually fell in love with her.

I have a possessive boyfriend. After seven years together, Jared Jackman's favorite thing to say is, "Do you know how cute my girlfriend is? If you do, you're in trouble." "Babe, you're so beautiful. Whoever sees you will fall for you. If someone looks at you for even a second longer, I'll get jealous." That's why he never lets me step into his world. Until one day, I use an alternate account and stumble upon his social media. Three years, and over 600 posts. Every single one is about his moments with another woman. They stroll through Pilton Palace, make wishes atop snowy mountains, and kiss on the streets of Sidwell City. His latest post shows him kissing that woman on the beach while their friends cheer and shout around them. The caption reads, "Loving someone means you can't help but show them off to the world." My fingers tremble as I quietly close the page and book a flight to Northram. It turns out that after seven years of love, letting go only takes a moment.

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.

Isabella had been in love with Nate, the heir to a Mafia family, for three years. Every night, she had to cling to him and be intimate with him before she could fall asleep. One day, however, a stream of translucent bullet-screen comments suddenly floated before her eyes—comments saying that Nate actually detested her touch, that his true love, Alyssa, was about to appear, and that Isabella would be cruelly abandoned. Half-believing and half-doubting, Isabella could not help but notice the details: Nate never initiated intimacy, accepted the plush rabbit Alyssa gave him without hesitation, and even said, "Maybe we should just break up." Heartbroken and disillusioned, she went to pick up the engagement ring she had secretly commissioned, intending to leave for good. But Nate chased after her in the rain, brought her home, and questioned her fiercely. In the end, to her astonishment, he knelt on the bed and proposed to her. The next day, they were invited to a wedding—the bride was none other than Alyssa. It turned out that Alyssa had had a childhood sweetheart all along, and the comments had been lies from beginning to end. Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, Isabella finally understood: Nate's love had never been absent; it had simply been hidden too deeply.

Supermodel Celeste catches her husband cheating with her best friend—and he laughs off her divorce demand. So she takes in a gentle, penniless boyfriend. Three years later, her broke husband crawls back to save his empire. She dumps the boyfriend, returns to play the perfect wife—and plots her revenge from the inside. But the broke nobody she left behind? He’s Sinclair—the city’s most powerful king. And at his gala, in front of the world, he has one question: Does our breakup still stand?

Drowning in debt, struggling actor Theo is hired to pose as a retired billionaire's charming boyfriend. But the job turns into a nightmare when he discovers the billionaire's ruthless CEO son, Cade, is the first love he cruelly abandoned years ago. Determined to make Theo pay, Cade traps him in a dangerous secret affair under the eyes of his father and the entire company.

I had been in a secret relationship with my mafia boyfriend, Dante Castellano, for seven years. No public contact. No photos together. No proof I had ever stood by his side. He told me, "Once I'm powerful enough that no one dares touch you, I'll make it official." I believed him. The day before our seventh anniversary, I found a ten-carat diamond ring in his suit jacket. I cried with joy, thinking seven years of hiding were finally over. The next morning, I wore my most expensive dress and sprayed on the only perfume he had ever given me. I practiced my smile in the mirror, the one I would give when he proposed. Then, my phone lit up with a breaking news alert. [Breaking News: Seven-Year Love Story Reaches Perfect Ending—Romance Blogger Alessia Romano Accepts Boyfriend's 100th Proposal!] In the photo, the influencer with eight million followers stood on her tiptoes, kissing a man. His hand rested on the back of her neck. On that hand was a scar I would never mistake. It was the scar Dante got when he took a knife for me.

My girlfriend told me she'd been bonded to a System. It let her see a Demand Index for how much everyone around her needed her. At first, her eyes had gone red with tears. "Your number's only thirty. Does that mean you don't love me?" "Not needing you doesn't mean I don't love you," I told her. After that, she started holding an umbrella for her male assistant on rainy days and driving out of her way to take him home. When I asked why, she brushed it off. "Don't overthink it. His number was just high, so I figured he needed the help." Then I came down with a fever and took to my bed, and she chose to go shopping with him instead. "Your number's low, but his side is more urgent. Let me finish helping him first, then I'll come look after you." She shut the door behind her. I closed my eyes for a moment, then picked up my phone. "Mom, I'm coming home alone this New Year."

On the day I got pregnant again, August decided to give up on gambling and work to provide for the family. I was so touched that I cried. With trembling hands, I handed him the money I had saved up after working odd jobs for a year. Two of the bank notes fell on the floor, and I picked them up before running after him. When I reached the end of the alley, I saw the mafia members who always came to our doorstep to demand repayment of our debt. They treated August respectfully. Apparently, his poverty was just a facade. “Mr. August, do we still need to surround your house and demand payment tomorrow?” August sat in a Lincoln limousine and said nonchalantly, “No need.” He stared at the ring on his finger and sighed. “It’s been years. It’s enough to prove that her love for me is real. She once worked so hard to pay off my debt that she suffered a miscarriage. “I already betrayed her once. It’s time to tell her about my true identity so that she doesn’t have to work so hard anymore.” But Ivy, his childhood friend, pouted. “You can’t! It’s not time yet to reveal the truth! What if she’s like your previous girlfriends and only cares about your money and your identity as a mafia boss? “You should wait a little longer and see whether she wants to have this baby.” August gave a wistful nod. “Alright. I’ll do as you say. In any case, she has been with me for so long. I don’t think she can leave me now.” I clenched the money in my hands and turned around. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I no longer wanted to live this lie dressed as love.