

While the criminal was brutally killing me, my dad, the head of the criminal investigation division, and my mom, the chief forensic pathologist, were attending my sister Lily Lambert’s match. In a bid for revenge, the criminal, who had once been captured by my dad, cut out my tongue and used my phone to call him. My dad only said one thing before hanging up. "No matter what’s going on, Lily’s match is the top priority today!" The criminal sneered, "Seems I’ve kidnapped the wrong person. I thought they would love their biological daughter more!" At the crime scene, my parents were shocked by the brutal state of the body and condemned the cruelty of the killer. However, they did not realize that the horrifically mutilated corpse was their own daughter.

Gabe White's birthday becomes a tragic turning point when his wife, Wendy Green, and their daughter, Jane White, are involved in a car accident with Nora Yale, who also plans to celebrate Gabe's special day. Gabe arrives at the scene as a doctor but makes a shocking decision—he chooses to save Nora and her son, Randy. Tragically, Jane succumbs to her injuries, and Gabe dismisses Wendy's anguish as irrational jealousy, even contemplating divorce. As their marriage crumbles, Nora, harboring a secret agenda, manipulates the situation to drive a wedge between the couple. Her interference escalated into a full-blown disruption at Jane's funeral until the police took her away. The unexpected find of Jane's file at the hospital sends shockwaves through Gabe. His realization of Jane's death comes too late, leaving him tormented by regret and loss.

Zelda Lang never expects to find herself in a whirlwind marriage with Theo Wolfe, the powerful CEO of the Wolfe Corp. Bound by a promise to her late mentor, she secretly sneaks into Theo’s room every night to treat his mysterious illness. Despite her efforts, Theo keeps his distance, wary of her motives. Little does he know, the woman he's pushing away is the very miracle doctor he's been searching for all along…

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.