

5 years ago, Lydia Tate accidentally saved Eric Lucia, Lucia Group's CEO, and got pregnant overnight. 6 years later, Lydia met him again while her family forced her into marriage. Eric, who had been searching for her, married her and doted on her. He secretly helped her take down her backstabbing friend, her profit-driven parents, and the bully they forced her to marry.

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.

High school graduate Annie Xavier dies in an accident on the day she's accepted to Quinbert University, but her mother, Lydia Smith,misunderstands her and pushes her away,causing her to give up the will to live.Manipulated by her adopted daughter, Lydia unknowingly harvests Annie's organs, including a heart for the adopted daughter. Only when the funeral home calls does Lydia uncover the shocking truth and expose the adopted daughter and her father's scheme.

Jeana Dylan and her husband were in love for 7 years and married for 5, only to find him having an affair. She then discovered that the past 7 years were all a scam. The man she slept next to every night was only after her family's wealth. After her pain, she decided to retaliate. She joined forces with the mistress, set a trap for her husband, lured him into investing, and made him return all the transferred assets. She also uncovered her husband's secret family and son outside. When everyone was gathered, Jeana let them fight amongst themselves. In the end, Sean Finn was jailed for attempted murder, Lucy Leon lost everything and almost got killed by him, Nina Finn was drowning in debt and forced to pay with her body, and the malicious mother-in-law suffered a stroke and was left unattended. As for Jeana, she reunited with Aaron Grant, the man she liked 10 years ago, and started a new life.

My husband brought home a set of triplets and insisted they were mine. I rushed to get a DNA test done overnight, and the results proved that none of the three children were related to either of us. But my husband lost it. He slapped me, called me disgusting, and forced me to sign the divorce papers, leaving me with nothing. Furious and shaken, I went to my best friend to vent. But the second she saw those three children, she grabbed the fruit knife from the table and slashed my face. “If you dare say they aren’t yours again, next time, I won’t stop there.” My chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. That night, I bought a ticket and fled back to my parents’ house. I cried as I told them everything. But after hearing me out, they grabbed a garden hoe and beat me to death. Even as everything went dark, I still couldn’t understand why everyone was forcing me to accept three children I had never given birth to. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband first brought them home.

In my last life, my sister Serena Vega ran to Monaco the night before her wedding, and my family shoved me into her dress before dawn. Damian Lucchese, the young Godfather of New York, had been waiting at the altar for her. The moment he lifted my veil and saw me instead, the warmth in his eyes went cold. For five years, I was his hidden wife. The underworld knew he was married, but no one knew to whom. My parents blamed me for stealing Serena’s place and still failing to keep his heart. Then Serena came home. That Christmas, Damian took her and my parents to his mountain estate. When a blizzard hit, his men rushed everyone onto the helicopter. No one remembered me. I died in that frozen house, three months pregnant with Damian’s child. When I opened my eyes again, Serena had just returned to New York. This time, I would not beg for love. Only when I truly walked away, none of them had the right to regret it.

5 years ago, Lydia Tate accidentally saved Eric Lucia, Lucia Group's CEO, and got pregnant overnight. 6 years later, Lydia met him again while her family forced her into marriage. Eric, who had been searching for her, married her and doted on her. He secretly helped her take down her backstabbing friend, her profit-driven parents, and the bully they forced her to marry.

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

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.

Lisa Philip had an affair during her marriage. She trusted Elvis Turner,her first love, and mistakenly believed her husband, Allen Lucas,married her only for her money and was using their daughter to extort wealth from her. This led her to abandon her own child in a critical moment. However, what she didn't know was that Allen had been secretly supporting her career all along, hiding his true identity.Meanwhile, Elvis was just using Lisa, aiming to steal Allen's research results and swindle her family fortune. When the truth finally came to light, Lisa was filled with regret. But Allen and their daughter chose not to forgive her. Allen turned to his long-time secret admirer, his junior schoolmate. And Ann, their daughter, also wanted her to be her new mother, leaving Lisa to wallow in her remorse.