

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

After Queenie's parents reclaimed their biological daughter, they cast Queenie out of the house. Beckham's grandmother took her in, offering her a place to stay and arranging for her to work at Beckham's company. As Queenie and Beckham spent time together, they gradually fell in love, while the truth about Queenie's real identity slowly came to light.

My parents once treated me like a princess, buying me a lavish home, braving the rain to get me cake, and filling albums with my smiles before I turned five.After my sister was born, I lowered the air conditioner by just one degree to keep her cool, only for my mother to slap me and lock me in the refrigerator, saying, "Stay in there until you've learned your lesson." They forgot to unlock the lock, but at five years old, I couldn't escape, just as I couldn't escape being forgotten. It was our neighbor who broke down the door to save me. My parents thought I had died, and when they saw me return, they broke down in tears, begging for forgiveness.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

Willa discovers her fiancé Miles cheating with Sarah and their plot to ruin her on their wedding day. Heartbroken and pregnant, she uncovers Miles' hidden motives and gathers evidence. At the wedding, she exposes the truth. Losing her child, Willa meets Jason, finding love and a new life under his protection.

Rock bottom hits Elio—he comes out and has a wild night with mysterious heir James. Back at work for revenge on his bullies, everyone suddenly thinks he's the secret heir. James sticks close, pretending to be just another employee—turning up the heat with every brush of tension. Who's really in charge? And who did Elio actually sleep with that night?

Two modern best friends Jill Shaw and Helen Stone transmigrate into the bodies of sisters sent as peace offerings from an enemy kingdom — officially brides, unofficially suspected spies. The cold-faced warrior Prince Joseph Smith gets the elder Jill, the cunning and manipulative Prince Ben Smith gets the younger Helen, and both brothers arrive at their weddings fully prepared to eliminate the threats disguised as their wives.What neither calculated: the “elite spy” Prince Joseph watches so obsessively turns out to be a pure academic who finds knowledge intoxicating and intrigue utterly baffling.Meanwhile the “naive romantic” Prince Ben thinks he can read and control is already several moves ahead of him, playing people like a board game. Two princes who came to outmaneuver their wives. Two women who didn’t come here to lose. The misunderstandings are spectacular. The reversals are better.

In her past life, Monica Woodard is the eldest daughter of the Woodard family, Lexford City's most prominent household. Lost due to her mother's mistake, she grows up in an orphanage until her biological father finds her. Desperate to win the love of her parents and two brothers,Monica endures countless provocations and schemes from the adopted daughter, Alyvia Woodard. Rather than earning her family's affection, her patience only allows Alyvia to poison their relationships further. The family, prioritizing the adopted daughter's feelings, neglects and scorns their biological daughter. Ultimately,through Alyvia's machinations, Monica dies tragically.
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After losing his mother to cancer, Yale Mond falls into deep despair. Soon after, his girlfriend Lillian Jones is diagnosed with leukemia. Not wanting Yale to endure another heartbreak, Lillian hides her illness and ends their relationship.Devastated, Yale goes abroad to study medicine.Five years later, he returns as the director of a hospital, bringing with him a miracle cancer drug.Unbeknownst to him, Lillian’s leukemia has worsened after she secretly gave birth to their daughter Annie. Unable to afford treatment, she ends up living under a bridge. Through Annie, Yale finally finds Lillian, and the long-standing misunderstanding between them is resolved. Using the miracle cancer drug, Yale saves the dying Lillian, and the family of three is finally reunited.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.