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After Miranda Quinn, the heiress of the Quinns, spent an intimate night with Daniel Jonas, he mysteriously vanished without a trace. Miranda's stepmother and stepsister conspire to catch her in the act and accuse her of promiscuity, leading to her expulsion from the house. Feeling betrayed, Miranda retreats to the countryside and apprentices under an expert doctor to learn medical skills. Discovering her pregnancy later on, she gives birth to quintuplets. Six years down the line, she returns to her homeland with her children and opens a clinic. Meanwhile, her five children are eager to find their father...

After Miranda Quinn, the heiress of the Quinns, spent an intimate night with Daniel Jonas, he mysteriously vanished without a trace. Miranda's stepmother and stepsister conspire to catch her in the act and accuse her of promiscuity, leading to her expulsion from the house. Feeling betrayed, Miranda retreats to the countryside and apprentices under an expert doctor to learn medical skills. Discovering her pregnancy later on, she gives birth to quintuplets. Six years down the line, she returns to her homeland with her children and opens a clinic. Meanwhile, her five children are eager to find their father...

At the five-year wedding anniversary celebration of Scott and Joyce, Joyce's half-sister, Tina, suddenly appeared, demanding Joyce return Scott to her. Tina deliberately pushed Joyce, causing her to miscarry. Instead of helping Joyce, Scott chose to leave with Tina, plunging Joyce into despair. She decided to divorce Scott and attempted to take her own life by jumping into the sea. After Joyce vanished, Scott initially believed it was all an act, but he gradually discovered the misunderstandings and Tina's schemes, realizing that the woman who loved him the most was gone forever.

"Lina spent ten years following the gifted researcher Arthur, from silently admiring him to becoming his fiancée. But she gradually realized that Arthur had only agreed to marry her out of guilt after the kidnapping case, while his true patience, closeness, and indulgence were all reserved for Mia, the daughter of his mentor. On the eve of the wedding, Lina applied for a transfer to the Western Research Center, sold the house under her own name, and for the first time explicitly refused to keep cleaning up Arthur’s life. When Mia passed off research results that Lina had helped complete as her own, Arthur not only publicly vouched for Mia, but also pulled Lina out of the venue and tried to buy her silence with a kiss. Lina ended the engagement completely, withdrew the data she had organized, handed the original records over to the research institute, and after completing the handover, left for the west alone. Only after the wedding was canceled and Lina disappeared entirely from his life and work did Arthur realize that he had long treated her devotion as a permanent given. In the west, Lina threw herself back into research and fieldwork, and gradually regained her self-respect and her life through the candid yet measured companionship of Leon, a geology researcher. After the research institute clarified the attribution of the paper, Mia was expelled, and Arthur traveled west to apologize and express his regret, but he could not change Lina’s decision. After enduring sandstorms, emergency equipment repairs, and a landslide rescue, Lina completely let go of the old relationship, built a new life of mutual growth with Leon, and reaffirmed the value of her career through her own desert ecology research."

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

The second day after I was transferred back to Los Angeles, I ran into someone I used to know on a street corner. She stepped right in front of me, eyes going wide. “Mia? Mia Rossi? Why would you come back now? Dante's marrying Camille at the cathedral in a week.” Dante was my first love, and also the youngest heir to a mafia dynasty on this side of the Atlantic. He'd made me a promise once: that he'd make the entire Moretti family kneel and welcome me in. We had a deal: the day he officially took over as Don would be the day he married me. But his family had other plans. They arranged a match for him: Camille, a princess from one of Sicily's five great families. Pure bloodline, the genuine article. At first, Dante swore up and down she meant nothing to him. Less than nothing. Then I started noticing how he looked at her. Softer every time. Like he was falling. One night, riding home after a shift at the bar, Camille's car came out of nowhere and took me down. The gas tank caught, and half the block reeked of burning rubber and scorched metal. I was pinned under the wreckage, blood seeping from the back of my skull down my neck, warm at first, then cold. Dante was the first one there. He beat the ambulance. The first thing he did was walk past me. He crouched down, lifted Camille out of the passenger seat, and didn't look at me once, just dropped a few words over his shoulder: “I already called an ambulance. Hang tight. Camille's had too much to drink. I need to get her home.” That was the moment I was done with him. Completely, finally done. While he was gone, I discharged myself. I bought the farthest plane ticket I could find that same night and left without looking back. Five years passed. “Mia, you have no idea.” The woman grabbed my wrist, dropping her voice. “Dante spent years turning half of Europe upside down looking for you. You came back at the right time. He still keeps a seat for you every month on his birthday. Camille's too proud for a lot of things

After eight years of marriage, Marvin discovered that his wife Hannah’s eight “miscarriages” had all been a lie. Her ninth pregnancy wasn’t his child—it was Jack’s, her adopted brother’s. She had only gotten pregnant to give birth to a child who could save Jack’s life.Heartbroken and betrayed, Marvin signed the divorce papers and accepted a position in a top-secret national project, ready to disappear from her world forever.But before he left, Hannah forced him to kneel, slapped him across the face, and even threatened him with his grandfather’s safety. For three days, he endured everything in silence.On the day he walked away, Marvin removed his wedding ring and never looked back.Only after Jack’s lies were exposed did Hannah finally realize what she had lost. But by then, Marvin’s phone number was no longer reachable—and the man who once loved her had vanished forever.

I was dragged online by one of my own employees. According to her post, I was a stingy boss who refused to give out holiday gift boxes for Memorial Day weekend. What the internet did not know was that my company already had a long-standing tradition. Every holiday, and even every employee birthday, each person received a $300 gift card without fail. But once the whole internet started tearing me apart, I decided to give everyone exactly what they claimed they wanted. I issued a company-wide notice. To respect everyone’s demand for a more “thoughtful” holiday gesture, this year’s Memorial Day gift cards would be canceled and replaced with holiday gift boxes for all employees. The moment the notice went out, the entire company exploded. Employees crowded outside my office, begging me to bring the gift cards back.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.