

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.

Yana Yawner, the Divine Doctor, was determined to fulfill her mother's last wish and become a grandmaster by studying the Poison Manual. However, the book was a treasured heirloom of the Gayton family, and the only way to get it to marry into the family and bear a child. Meanwhile, Zackery Gayton was desperately seeking the Divine Doctor for his adopted son's mysterious illness. The two got married out of convenience and, through a series of misunderstandings, gradually understood and fell in love with each other, living a happy life ever after.

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman. For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses. Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate. He rode ahead and took the road, putting his body between the enemy and my escape. “Live,” he said quietly. Then he raised his blade and did not look back. Arrows came like rain. As they tore into him, he turned his head once—only once— After that, his body held the road,and nothing passed. “If there is another life…may Your Highness grant me the mercy to belong to her.” That night, with the city in ruins and the people either dead or fleeing, I climbed the highest tower of the palace. I leapt. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the king. “The northern kingdoms require a royal bride,” I said. “I will go.” This lifetime, I will be the one to cross the border. In my previous life, he died believing he had failed her. This time, I will not allow that regret to exist. I will take the marriage meant for her. I will carry the crown meant to exile her. I will walk into a future she should never have to endure. Let her stay. Let him protect her. Let him live his life believing he has finally kept his promise.

Emily Silva and Julian Ford sign their divorce papers and somehow end up in ancient famine-era by nightfall, suddenly parents to two children they've never met. Stranded and responsible, they discover they're bound to a system that lets them sell antiques for coins to buy food as a lifeline in a starving village. With no way home and survival demanding cooperation,they shelve the divorce. What starts as pragmatic partnership slowly becomes something neither of them planned: a real marriage, a real family, and a life they didn't know they wanted until they were living it.

Just back from abroad, Thalia Prince receives a marriage certificate from her mother—tying her to a man rumored to have a terrible reputation. Determined to secure a quick divorce, she impulsively spends the night with a supposed escort, only to discover that he is actually her husband…

My husband cheated with my high school first love, the one I personally betrayed. She hated me to the bone, plotting revenge with precision. But what she didn't know was I heartlessly left her back then to protect her, because I was actually the illegitimate daughter of a corporate chairman. I choose to accept her revenge, to repay that betrayal. Yet between hatred and testing, our buried feelings spiraled out of control. I couldn't help but kiss her. As revenge began to waver, love rekindled. A forbidden romance born from betrayal was about to go beyond control.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

Diana is blamed for poisoning the Larson family on the eve of her wedding and becomes the most hated criminal in the world. Everyone believes the orphaned girl betrayed the family that raised her and killed them all. But when a live stream reveals her hidden memories, the truth finally comes out. The real killers are exposed, and everyone who condemned Diana is left begging for forgiveness. Her fiancé Victor, who once hated her, spends every day at her bedside, drowning in regret.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."