

Deaf and mute for seven years, Emelie Byrne's entire world is Marvin Barlow, until she watches him sign away his own future for his first love. Heartbroken, she agrees to an arranged marriage, only to end up married to a doctor, Kyle Morgan, a man who feels like a stranger to her. But he turns out to be the one who ran into a burning building to save her seven years ago. By the time Marvin finally realizes that the person who quietly supported him all those years, the only one who understood him when he couldn't hear or speak, was Emelie all along, it's already too late. This time, she isn't standing in for anyone. She's only her own light.

While they slice me apart, I desperately call my brother, Nathan Slade. He finally picks up as my consciousness starts to slip and answers in an annoyed voice, "What now?" "Nathan, help—" I don't get to finish before he cuts me off. "Can't you ever go a day without drama? Gemma's graduation is at the end of the month. Miss it, and I swear I'll kill you!" Then, he hangs up without a second thought. The agonizing pain swallows me whole, and my eyes close for good, tears still trailing down my cheeks. Well, good news, Nathan… You won't have to kill me because I'm already dead.

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.

Seven years ago, ordinary girl Emily learned that her husband Vincent was actually the heir to a mafia family. Back then, Vincent had fractured his arm in a car accident and urgently needed surgery. His father laid down a condition for the treatment—Vincent must divorce Emily. Deeply in love with Emily, Vincent refused without hesitation, never expecting their conversation to be overheard by her. Unwilling to hold Vincent back, Emily chose to leave voluntarily, only to be caught in a car accident on the way. Vincent mistakenly believed Emily had died and was consumed by overwhelming grief. However, Emily not only survived but also gave birth to their daughter Lily—though she herself was left seriously ill as a result. To get treatment for her mother, Lily accidentally crossed paths with Vincent. Yet Vincent neither knew Lily was his daughter nor recognized that the mother of this "little wanderer" was the Emily he’d been yearning for day and night. Worse still, he even spoke harshly to her...

Cyrus Campbell, originally the heir of the wealthy Campbell family, breaks with his family for his wife Sophia Smith and survives by delivering food for five years. Unexpectedly, Sophia Smith is vain and materialistic, influenced by her friend to develop an ambiguous relationship with her former lover, Simon Harrison. She even chooses to visit Simon’s grandmother who only has a cold, missing the final moments of Cyrus’s critically ill grandmother.

I trust you because I've known you for ten years longer than they have.

He was once the revered master of the Sky Medical Palace, respected by all. Obeying the orders of his master, he pretended to be a food deliveryman and married into the Lewis family for a year. In this duration, he plowed through countless side eyes and now... His one year duration is up—it is time to turn the tables around!

Seven years ago, Shaina stabbed her own father and was sent to prison. Two years later,Jason stood waiting outside the prison gates with an umbrella, only to be told, "She was released long ago." When they met again seven years later, she froze during an interview session as she recognized him. Someone asked, "Mr. Yale, do you know her?" He replied coldly, "No, I don't." His words shattered whatever hope she had left. Later, she resigned and decided to leave for good, but he angrily cornered her against the wall and asked, "How dare you run away again...?"

The night before our 17th wedding attempt, my mafia husband, Rafaeal Holloway, looks at me and promises an uninterrupted wedding. He solemnly swears. "Gianna, I promise you. I told Natalia that even if the sky falls, she'll deal with it alone." I am five months pregnant by then. After three years of dating and five months carrying his child, we've never managed to make it down the aisle because he's canceled the past 16 weddings. Every single time, it's for his sworn sister, Natalia Sullivan. The first time, she claims she has a fever. I spend the whole night at the hospital, still in my wedding dress, just to find out she has a mild cold. The second time, she claims her chest hurts. Rafael abandons me mid-wedding and rushes to her side, while she's out laughing over afternoon tea with friends. The third time, she cries for fear of thunder. He bolts mid-vows and leaves me alone in a hall full of staring guests. But everything's different now. Three days ago, a letter arrived from Northern Silenzio. My father, the Don of the Rossetti family, has finally summoned me home. If Rafael walks away for Natalia one more time, I'll leave for good.

The night before our 17th wedding attempt, my mafia husband, Rafaeal Holloway, looks at me and promises an uninterrupted wedding. He solemnly swears. "Gianna, I promise you. I told Natalia that even if the sky falls, she'll deal with it alone." I am five months pregnant by then. After three years of dating and five months carrying his child, we've never managed to make it down the aisle because he's canceled the past 16 weddings. Every single time, it's for his sworn sister, Natalia Sullivan. The first time, she claims she has a fever. I spend the whole night at the hospital, still in my wedding dress, just to find out she has a mild cold. The second time, she claims her chest hurts. Rafael abandons me mid-wedding and rushes to her side, while she's out laughing over afternoon tea with friends. The third time, she cries for fear of thunder. He bolts mid-vows and leaves me alone in a hall full of staring guests. But everything's different now. Three days ago, a letter arrived from Northern Silenzio. My father, the Don of the Rossetti family, has finally summoned me home. If Rafael walks away for Natalia one more time, I'll leave for good.