

Five years ago, Ella Cain ended up spending a night with Liam West after being set up by someone, resulting in the birth of her son, Oliver Cain. Fast forward five years, Ella's grandfather insists she get married to inherit the family business. Reluctantly, Ella agrees. In an unexpected twist of fate, she crosses paths with Liam once again. After navigating various challenges, Liam falls in love with Ella and discovers that Oliver is his son, a fact he had not acknowledged due to family matters. Ultimately, with Oliver's help, they clear up their misunderstandings and come together in the end.

Charlotte, noble and brilliant, seeks a husband to secure an heir for the family estate. She picks a seemingly honest man, helps him rise in his career—only to find he plans to take another wife on their wedding day. She calls off the engagement and chooses Timothy, a notorious playboy, instead. But beneath his reckless facade, Timothy hides many secrets.

Troy's retirement life was peaceful, far from the violence and the turmoil of the financial markets. He never expected, however, that his own son would pull him out of it to work as a security guard at the company. Troy had no choice. It was his son after all. What he never imagined was that this job would somehow lead to him finding a beautiful CEO wife.
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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.

The day I married Vincent Sorrentino, Lena, the Sorrentino family’s adopted daughter, threatened to jump off the steeple of the family church. Vincent left me standing at the altar in my custom wedding gown, no hesitation, just bolted after her. With every New York crime boss, politician, and oligarch staring at me, I looked out at the crowd and said loud and clear: “Any man who walks up here right now and says ‘I do’? I’ll marry you.” Three years later, Vincent was back into the Sorrentino family’s Long Island estate, Lena on his arm. I was sitting on the leather couch in the main living room, watching my favorate TV show. Vincent’s eyes locked on my huge pregnant belly, his jaw tight, growling through his teeth: “Whose bastard is in there?” I took a sip of orange juice, curled my lip into a smile, and said: “It's a Sorrentino baby, of course.”