

Antonio Rivera finally finds out that I haven't asked him for money in a week. For once, he sends me a text message to compliment me. "Darling, you've finally learned how to become a good Donna. I've had my men deliver this week's worth of miracle drugs to your mother's ward. As long as you remain docile and don't be greedy, I'll give you anything you want." What he doesn't know is that I'm printing out a divorce agreement when I receive his message while wearing an old dress from three years ago. No one will believe that I, the Donna of the Rivera family, have to ask Antonio's Consigliere, Elena Gallo, for money even when I need to buy myself some tampons. Hell, I have to apply for a leave request three days in advance if I wish to leave my home. Antonio keeps telling me that he's doing this to protect me. "It's too dangerous outside, sweetheart. All you have to do is stay at home like a good girl you are." But one week ago, Mom's illness took a turn for the worse. I begged Elena to skip the request and let me out of the villa. Elena, however, dragged out my request for seven long days. Only when Mom died did she finally permit me to leave. Miracle drugs? My mom is already dead. I'm no longer tolerating anyone or anything anymore.

Alina, the true Windsor heiress, lost at three, was replaced by Angela. Found years later, Alina faced Angela's schemes and family alienation. After a tragic death, she was reborn, left the Windsors, and forged her own path. The family, through coincidences, realized her true love and regretted their actions.

Betrayed by her maid, true heiress Sloane loses her memory and becomes a butcher girl. Fate brings her to Dante, a mafia heir fleeing an arranged marriage. They marry by contract, never knowing his fiancée is the impostor who took Sloane’s place. With Dante’s help, Sloane reclaims her memory, her name, and her family.

The day I won the eight-million-dollar East Harbor renovation bid, I handed the lead role to Grace Whitman, Ethan Hale’s childhood sweetheart. Ethan thought I had finally learned to be sensible. He happily told me he was taking me to the Maldives for our wedding anniversary. Grace found out that night. She pretended the pressure from work was too much and cried uncontrollably. Ethan panicked so badly that he canceled a board meeting, stayed with her for three days, then called our anniversary trip an emergency client visit and gave Grace the second ticket. When he called me, his tone was still calm, almost entitled. “Sofia, we can talk about emotional stuff later. The company comes first right now. Grace has never handled a project this big on her own. I need to be there with her.” “You’re my wife. You should understand.” I sat alone in our empty apartment and looked at the photo Grace had just posted. In the private airport lounge, Ethan had draped his jacket over her shoulders. Their knees almost touched. Her caption read, [Some people never have to say love. They just show up first, every time.] I didn’t question him. I didn’t cry. I only replied, [Okay.] Ethan probably thought I had finally learned my place. Satisfied, he promised that when he came back, he would give me an even better anniversary. What he didn’t know was that I had already submitted my resignation to Hale Creative. And he didn’t know that the document he had signed three days ago wasn’t a project authorization form. It was our divorce agreement. By the time he realized what he had lost, I was no longer Mrs. Hale. I was Sofia Bellandi again. And Bellandi women do not beg for seats at tables they built.

Elena Bennett was a hospice care worker. Eight years ago, she cared for the terminally ill Mrs. Sterling, and anonymously donated bone marrow when Adrian Sterling had leukemia. Victoria Moore falsely claimed to be his savior and blamed Elena for the death of Evelyn Sterling, causing Adrian to spend eight years humiliating, controlling, and hurting the very person who had actually saved him. After returning from abroad, Victoria used pregnancy as an excuse to usurp Elena’s place in the marriage, and hired someone to stage a traffic confrontation and block the hospital’s emergency access, causing Laura to miss the critical window for emergency treatment. After being imprisoned and subjected to near-death humiliation, Elena signed the divorce agreement and left the city with her mother’s ashes. Adrian later pieced together the truth from bone marrow donation records, recordings, medical records, diaries, and testimony. Overcome with remorse, he began trying to make amends, but none of it could undo the damage. Elena rebuilt her hospice care career in a retirement community, ultimately refused to reconcile, and tossed Adrian’s final letter straight into the trash.
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After experiencing a gruesome death in the blizzard apocalypse that had transpired in her previous life,Wendy Levine has been reborn to the timeframe that's set 30 days before the start of the apocalypse.But this plot is different from the usual ""superpower"" or ""possessing a spatial ability"" trope. The Levines have gotten reborn together, with the exception of Jenny Levine, the traitorous younger sister. Not to mention, they don't have any physics-defying abilities that can help them out.Armed with just the knowledge of their past lives, the Levines sell all of their assets decisively in exchange for tens of millions of dollars in cash. Then, they use the patriarch, Alex Levine's knowledge in engineering to build a top-tier apocalyptic bunker that obeys the laws of physics.

To repay the kindness of her savior Trevon, Anya Sharp agrees to a mysterious old gentleman's request: to work as a live-in maid for six years, caring for Blake Huber and his young son. During those six years, Anya quietly endures the Huber family's cold treatment and the constant scheming of Blake's ex-wife, Keira. She keeps her head down, waiting patiently for the agreement to end. But when Keira suddenly returns, the favoritism and betrayal from both father and son shatter Anya's resolve. Heartbroken and disillusioned, she walks away the moment her contract ends—and reunites with Trevon who has finally recovered. Only after losing her does Blake realize what she truly meant to him. But by then, it's too late. When the long-buried truth finally comes to light, Blake suffers a life-threatening injury protecting Anya. In the end, Anya chooses to move forward with Trevon, leaving the pain of the past behind.

After their parents passed away, Tonia Hays and her sister Lena lived together. To avoid burdening Lena, Tonia agreed to go on a blind date with Yandel Zane, the grandson of Lady Zane, whom she had unexpectedly saved. When they first met, Yandel thought Tonia was a gold digger. So he hid his identity as the richest man and the Zane Group's CEO, pretended to be poor, and married her immediately. Later, they had many amusing incidents as they got to know each other, and he gradually fell for her. He fiercely defended her at a banquet and dealt with her vicious relatives.They became closer, but due to some misunderstandings, they signed a one-year marriage contract.Because of his love rival and a rich young lady, Yandel's identity nearly got exposed. After many twists and turns, he realized his true feelings and wanted to get Tonia back. She also gradually became dependent on him. Eventually, through misunderstandings and protection, this contractual marriage changed into a real one.

I was engaged to Silas, Don of the Vance Famiglia, yet in the annual family portrait, I was shoved into the back corner. Standing right beside him was Camilla, his most trusted Capo. He sighed impatiently. "We have plenty of photos together, Scarlett. Missing one won't kill you. You're the future Donna. Stop being so petty." I swallowed my pride and gave up my spot. But my compromise bought me nothing. The necklace meant for me ended up around Camilla's neck. His plus-one to galas became Camilla. His excuse was always the same: "She's a vital part of the syndicate. You shouldn't compete with her." So, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I stopped being petty. I shredded the wedding planner I had poured my heart into, trashed our photos, and left New York for good. And suddenly, the cold, calculating Don was tearing the city apart looking for me.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.