

On my wedding day, I slept for six hours inside my own dressing room. By the time I reached the DeLuca family chapel in the Hudson Valley, Matteo had already completed the entire ceremony with his childhood friend, Sofia Rinaldi, the daughter of one of the DeLucas’ oldest allied families. She wore the gown I had spent six months designing and the pearl tiara passed down through generations of DeLuca women. Allies from New York, Chicago, and Sicily had witnessed everything. No one had saved a place for the real bride. Matteo looked at my pale face and explained calmly. “Sofia put the sedative in your tea. She only wanted one wedding. The dose was small, so there is no reason to make this into something bigger.” Everyone waited for me to cause a scene. I only let out a quiet sigh and looked at Matteo with disappointment. My family had given me one final chance to marry for love. Now that the wedding had failed, I had to return to Sicily, obey their decision, and inherit the family.

When Lily and her doctor meet in private to discuss a the results of a cancer screening, her husband Mason accidentally overhears. Believing that Lily has cancer, he divorces her, kicks her out of their house, and shacks up with her best friend—all so he can cut her loose before she can drag him down. Just as Lily is left with nothing, she meets Adam: a billionaire CEO who needs a fake relationship to appease his nagging grandfather. Lily and Adam move in together, even as Mason mocks Lily for being on death's door. But what Mason doesn't know is that Lily isn't the one with late-stage cancer—he is!

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complains the way you do. It's only natural that Julian likes her." Julian glanced at me. "It was just a joke. What, you can't take one again?" I didn't respond. I looked down at the confirmation form the wedding planner had just sent over. The gown, the bouquet, the music, the menu. All chosen to Vivian's taste. So this wedding, from start to finish, had only one thing that was mine: my name in the bride's place. If it didn't matter who the bride was, then there was no point in having this wedding at all.

"While washing my wife’s underwear, I found a thong that wasn’t mine. Late that night, I followed her to the company parking lot and watched her kiss Alexander, the creative director, in his car. I didn’t confront her in a fit of rage—anger is the cheapest emotion, and what I wanted was a precise retaliation. An old friend in cybersecurity recovered their deleted messages, a private investigator dug up Alexander’s gambling debts and embezzlement, and my lawyer uncovered their separation agreement, fake shareholders, forged contracts, and second mortgage... They wanted my money? I gave it to them. The moment the one-million-dollar payment hit their account, the prey still thought they were the hunters. Three months later, at the company’s tenth-anniversary gala, my wife stepped onto the stage in a silver backless dress, just as she was about to accept her promotion to deputy manager—six police officers stormed through the doors. Then I walked onto the stage with a USB drive and projected every photo, video, chat log, and recording onto the giant screen. “Bella, you’ve always wanted to know who I really am, haven’t you?” I was once the heir to the Lane family, destined to become the Godfather of the underworld, but I gave up that power for you and willingly became a stay-at-home husband for three years. Now, it’s time for you to see exactly how a man who once stood at the top of the underworld deals with those who betray him."

After returning to her biological family in her past life, Ava Devin was severely mistreated by the fake heiress and her three brothers. They even poisoned her and married her off to a dead person. Upon being reborn, Ava uses her past knowledge to send the fake heiress and her brothers behind bars. Eventually, she becomes the chairman of Nash Corp, with absolute authority in her hands.

During a family gathering, my mother produces a few photos of different men. She asks me which one I want to get into an arranged marriage with. I don't choose Bradley Garvin again in this lifetime. Instead, I pull out a photo of my own and give it to my mother. It's of Terrence Garvin, the Garvin family's true leader. My mother is surprised. I've pursued Bradley for many years, after all. What she doesn't know is that I married him in my past life. However, he rarely came home. I always thought it was because he was too busy. Whenever anyone asked me about it, I took all the blame. I only discovered the truth on our 20th wedding anniversary after accidentally breaking a box he kept locked in his closet. It turned out my sister was the one he'd always loved. He never returned home because he didn't want to see me. Unexpectedly, Bradley loses his mind when I'm about to put a diamond ring on Terrence's finger on our wedding day.

Audrey Finch once gave her heart to Lucas Montero, unaware of his true identity. His staged death and Cassandra Thorne's persecution cost Audrey her parents, her education, and her freedom. Now suffering from terminal stomach cancer, she endures life as Lucas' mistress to pay for her younger sister Ruby's treatment. At an alumni dinner, footage of her mother's assault is publicly screened. Lucas forces Audrey to take the blame by threatening Ruby and her parents' graves, then orders his guards to make her drink. That night, Cassandra destroys the Finches' graves and reveals that Ruby is dead. Audrey finally fights back. Lucas sends her to an underground boxing ring, where she loses consciousness from her injuries as New Year's fireworks accompany a hopeful message recorded by her 18-year-old self. Believing Audrey is staging another protest, Lucas casually orders her cremation if she dies. Confronted with medical records, a death certificate, and an urn, he breaks down, investigates the past, punishes Cassandra, and publicly declares Audrey his wife. In fact, Audrey has been secretly rescued by European mafia leader Cyrus Wolff and taken to Switzerland for treatment, where her cancer is brought under control. She wakes with amnesia, and Cyrus claims to be her fiance. Years earlier, Audrey saved his life while he was on the run. Although tempted to keep her dependent on him, he ultimately respects her wish to recover her memories and seek justice herself. His younger sister, Daisy, stirs Audrey's memories of Ruby, and a news video of Lucas brings her past flooding back. Audrey returns to Chicago, stabs Lucas at her family's graves, and rejects his apologies and offer of marriage. When he confines her to his estate, she gathers evidence and works with Cyrus to bring the police to his door. Released on bail, Lucas takes his own life at her parents' graves, leaving Audrey his remaining fortune and a farewell video. She chooses to return to Europe and resume her interrup

During the pandemic, to earn more money to pay my bills, I went back to my old part-time job as a blind masseur. However, I did not expect that on the top floor of the office building, there was a hidden special service being offered. My first customer when I went to the top floor to work was the beautiful CEO at my full-time job, Rosaline Dunne. She requested a special massage from me…

I was at the vineyard with my mother-in-law Teresa Moretti to go over the books when a stack of bills hit me square in the face. "How much can a tax audit even make you?" The blonde woman pointed at the scattered cash, her smile dripping with contempt. "Take the money and get lost. Don't ruin my tasting party." I let out a cold laugh. "What's your name? And who gave you the authority to run this vineyard?" "Monica Moretti." Monica picked at her nails, smirking. "The vineyard was a gift from my husband Luca. So naturally, he's the one who authorized it." I turned to look at Teresa. This vineyard—Luca had bought it behind the family's back just a week ago. Luca is Teresa's only son. And my husband of seven years.

The night before my wedding, my drink was spiked with an aphrodisiac. In my past life, I pinpointed my fiancé, Cassius, in the crowded room. We spent a passionate night together, and the wedding went off without a hitch the next day. I thought I had chosen happiness. That was until his assistant, Valerie, died in a yacht explosion. He went insane, pushed me off a cliff, and roared, "Valerie and I had a pact! I was supposed to leave the day before the wedding to travel the world with her! If you hadn't clung to me all night, I wouldn't have missed it, and she wouldn't be dead!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night I was drugged. This time, I threw myself into the arms of Cassius's twin brother, Saul. I whimpered, "Baby, I feel so hot." Seeing the visible relief on Cassius's face, I sneered inwardly. He didn't know yet—the old Godfather had promised me that whoever became my husband would inherit the title of Godfather. In this life, I didn't want Cassius anymore. And he could kiss the Godfather title goodbye, too.