

Katie Devin and her sister are about to marry into the Nott family. The older sister, Eliza Devin, an ambitious CEO, is promised to the cold,domineering head of the family, while Katie is paired with the younger son, a popular movie star. On their wedding night, a chaotic mix-up throws everything into confusion. With no other choice, the sisters swap their marriage contracts—turning a twist of fate into a perfect match seemingly made by destiny.

Seven years ago, Shaina stabbed her own father and was sent to prison. Two years later,Jason stood waiting outside the prison gates with an umbrella, only to be told, "She was released long ago." When they met again seven years later, she froze during an interview session as she recognized him. Someone asked, "Mr. Yale, do you know her?" He replied coldly, "No, I don't." His words shattered whatever hope she had left. Later, she resigned and decided to leave for good, but he angrily cornered her against the wall and asked, "How dare you run away again...?"

For five years, Diana quietly supported her husband Nathan’s career, paying their bills and secretly fixing every mistake made by his favored employee, Zoey. But Nathan took Diana for granted, giving Zoey her credit, her money, and even the honeymoon Diana had waited five years for. Finally heartbroken, Diana walks away—quitting the company, cutting off his financial support, and filing for divorce. Only when his company begins to collapse does Nathan realize the wife he pushed aside was the one holding everything together. Now Diana is building a new life, while Nathan is forced to face the price of losing her.

When her family was facing big trouble, Stacey Sanchez had no choice but to break up with Smith Gilbert and choose to marry Zayne Harris. Then, when she decided to divorce Zayne and got into a fight with him, to protect the baby of her and Smith, she accidentally injured Zayne and thus ended up in jail. Five years later, after getting released from prison, Stacey came across Smith who had returned to the country.

My husband, Cesare Ferrante, the most feared Don of the Ferrante family, had always hated children. Yet everything changed the moment my stepsister, Bianca Moretti, moved in next door with her six-month-old baby. Suddenly, my husband became obsessed with that child. He personally fed the baby formula, sang lullabies, and carried the baby everywhere he went. Every day, he came home exhausted at dawn, yet his face glowed with joy, as if that baby occupied his entire soul. I became invisible to him. Three days ago, someone forced my car off the road, and I crashed into the median. Blood streamed down my forehead, and my vision swam. I called Cesare 55 times. He did not answer a single call. Instead, he posted a photo of the baby on his social media. [My little angel smiled today!] I had had enough. Tonight at the family banquet, every member of the famiglia was seated around the table. I raised my final toast, then set down my glass. "I want a divorce." They all froze. "Are you insane?" My parents' voices rose in unison. Cesare grabbed my wrist, disbelief written across his face. "Giulia, you want to divorce me just because I was busy taking care of the baby and didn't answer your calls? You're actually jealous of a six-month-old child?" I did not meet his eyes. Instead, I stared at the glaring kiss mark behind his ear. "Since you love that child so much," I said calmly, "I'll make it easy for you. Go be that child's father."

At a concert seven years ago, the iconic singer, Carmen Rowe, announced her sudden retirement from the music industry. She had found the boy she'd been searching for. The boy, now known as Ben Lewis, was the CEO of Lewis Group and had lost his eyesight in a car accident. Carmen pretended to be a mute and stayed by his side. Under her meticulous care, Ben eventually regained his vision after removing his bandages. However, the moment he could see again, he ran straight to his first love, Carmela Taylor. Heartbroken by the rejection despite all she had done, Carmen decided to divorce Ben and return to the music industry with her daughter. Later, Ben organized a grand comeback concert for Carmela. But during the performance, he recognized that Carmela's voice wasn't the legendary one he remembered. It was only then that he realized the truth. By that time, Carmen Rowe had fully reclaimed her status as the top music diva and had no intention of giving Ben another chance.

To save his collapsing company, Ray Shaw married the Lee family's heiress,Hannah, abandoning his fiancée, Quincy Channing, who loved his brother, Harry. When he returned triumphantly, Quincy came crying and begged him not to leave.

Rose Newton spent three years as the perfect wife to cold lawyer Ian Fuller, even giving him a bracelet of ten beads—ten chances to earn her forgiveness. Now, every bead is gone. Ian never knew that when the last bead disappeared, the wife who endured his betrayals would vanish—and the legendary lawyer Vivian would return to the courtroom. After years of humiliation and living in the shadow of his first love, Rose finally snaps. Facing Ian on opposite sides of the law, this time, she will not lose.

After her father's betrayal destroys her family, Jeri Snider abandons her fortune and disappears, only to be saved by struggling entrepreneur Clayton Lynn. She helps him build his empire in secret, but once he rises to power, he turns on her, even cheating with her relative, July. When July exposes Jeri and sets her up to be assaulted, mysterious tycoon Craig Lawson intervenes. But why does he care? Jeri once left him without explanation, and now his sudden return feels… calculated. Is love the real motive? Or is this marriage just another trap? Jeri must outsmart them all—before she loses everything for good.

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.”