He had his own fiancee, and she had her beloved man. They didn't love each other, but they worked together in a wonderful way. At night, she was a woman he summoned, and during the day, she was a nobody in the entertainment industry. She didn't want to be famous. She endured hardships just to regain everything that belonged to her. He watched her indifferently, let her see all kinds of things in the world, and let her suffer all kinds of emotions. She tried her best to get close to her goal again and again. He tried every means to destroy her again and again. He made up an illusion that he fell in love with her. When she fell asleep, he cruelly handed her a wedding invitation. Looking at her shocked and helpless eyes, he said coldly, "Woman, the game is over!" 
Curtis Wolfe hardly ever comes home in their three years of marriage. Everyone says he absolutely loathes Marceline Ballard.Marceline has known Curtis ever since she was 12 years old. From his lowest point to his rise to fame, she has stuck by him through it all.One day, Curtis says he doesn't love her anymore, and just like that, Marceline becomes a laughingstock in everyone's eyes. His friends mock her for not knowing her place, and his admirers accuse her of emotional blackmail and being shameless.Yet, no one seems to remember the fact that she gave him 14 years of her life.Refusing to let go of the past, Marceline ends up turning herself into a shrew.Now, the way Curtis looks at her is always cold and distant.Tired of holding on, Marceline leaves the divorce agreement behind and walks away. Everyone says Curtis is finally free, but in the shadows where no one can see them, the proud man kneels in his suit, begging Marceline not to go through with it. 
Yasmine Wagner is in a secret relationship with Zachary Smith, her younger brother's best friend.On their anniversary, she postpones her company meeting on purpose and picks a wristwatch Zachary likes because she wants to surprise him.But before she can surprise him, she receives a "big gift" from him. She sees with her own eyes that Zachary is carrying a woman into a hotel. Her brother, Anthony Wagner, stops him from behind. "Zach, I thought you had a girlfriend. All these years, you've never brought her out to meet us. Now, you not only don't care about her feelings, but you're even going to a hotel with your ex-girlfriend."Zachary takes a look at the woman in his embrace, his voice husky. "Someone spiked Queenie's drink. The effect will only wear off after she gets intimate with someone. I can't bring myself to leave her in another guy's hands."As for my girlfriend… Don't bother about her. Back then, I only got together with her because she looked slightly like Queenie."Meanwhile, Yasmine is standing somewhere nearby in the corridor. Her mind goes blank at Zachary's words, as if she's been struck by lightning.Is she… merely a stand-in? 
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…? ”Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.”*~*~* *~*~*Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this! 
Diana Gyleon and Vincent Hendrix go from childhood sweethearts to bitter strangers. They've been married for years, yet in the end, she still loses to a woman who came out of nowhere.Night after night, all it takes is one phone call from that woman, and Vincent walks away without hesitation, leaving Diana behind.She can't forget the deep love of their youth, the way she once loved him to her very bones. With a heart full of sincerity and passion, she believes that if she loves hard enough, she can win him back.But love is the one thing in this world that one can't force. Her devotion only earns her scars from cut after invisible cut.Until one day… she finally gives up. And in that moment, she realizes that love is fleeting. It's beautiful, but impossible to hold.Heartbroken and numb, she decides to walk away. And from the moment she leaves, her world begins to shine. But Vincent panics.For years afterward, he begs and pleads for her to look back just once, but all he can do is watch her take another man's hand.She says calmly, "Mr. Hendrix, I stopped wanting you a long time ago." 
Before her doting parents' death, Helen Spencer lives like a princess. But when she comes to the city, she's mistaken for a country bumpkin.Her aunt is an internationally renowned, award-winning actress, and her godfather is the wealthiest man in the world.Not only is Helen a genius who graduates with a double degree at the age of 15, but she's also a mysterious wedding gown designer, the world's best racecar driver, and a top hacker.When Helen meets the five sons of the Newton family, they're all disdainful of her…It's only when her secret identities are revealed one by one that their disdain turns to love, admiration, and boundless respect. 
Jolene Adkins grew up in the countryside. Her father has passed away, and her mother has remarried. When she's old enough, her heartless mother takes her to the city so she can marry someone on her stepsister's behalf.She's forced to marry Steven Welsh, the worthless second son of the Welsh family who's crippled. Steven looks at her the day after their wedding and says, "I'll give you two options—divorce or life like a divorcée."Jolene says, "I choose option three!"Later, she works her medical magic and cures Steven. He turns out to be a secret billionaire and even gets her pregnant!Countless rich and powerful people want Jolene to treat them, and the people who once mistreated her fall to their knees before her, begging her to forgive them.A rich woman even comes knocking on Jolene's door, her eyes red as she claims to be Jolene's mother.It turns out Jolene should've grown up like a princess. Everything was changed because someone stole her life.Steven is happy to see how things turn out. His wife is a treasure, and he knows it best! 
Three years ago, I, Zara Yaxley, gave birth to a stillborn baby.
My husband, Steve Griffin, set up a private chapel at home to grieve. From then on, he becomes a pious man and embraces a celibate lifestyle in memory of our dead child. As a result, we only sleep together once a month.
No matter how I flirt or seduce him, he remains unmoved.
One night, I stand outside the door and see him gazing at a photo of his first love. It turns out that Steve isn't an unfeeling man. He just feels nothing for me.
So, I trick him into signing the divorce agreement and disappear from his world completely.
Later on, I receive news about him going crazy trying to find me.
When we meet again, it is at his uncle's wedding. I am happy and radiant in an elegant wedding gown, while he is immensely upset. His eyes are reddened as he stubbornly refuses to call me "Aunt Zara". 
Natalie Schmidt would soon perform a complicated kidney transplant on her own son, Matthew Fletcher—not just because of the complexities involved, but because she was the kidney donor.…The operation went smoothly.She went to share the good news with her husband, Oliver Fletcher, who waited in the room next door. Then, she saw him closely embracing one of her interns, Linda Sawyer, through the door crack."Oliver, what if the surgery isn't successful? What if something happens to our child? It'd be so much better if it were my kidney instead. At least his life wouldn't be at the mercy of others."Natalie froze, thinking about what Linda meant by their child.She was about to storm in and confront him, only to find him gently cradling Linda a second later.Concerned, he advised, "Don't worry. Natalie's treated Matthew as her own child ever since she suffered from memory loss after her accident. She'll give it her all in the surgery. Not to mention, you donated a kidney to save my life, and I compromised to marry her. "It's only fair that she donates her kidney to Matthew." 
On the eve of my wedding, I was drugged without warning and assaulted by a group of Rogues, which tarnishing my reputation. Beta Lewis, who was about to become my partner, not only showed no compassion but abandoned me to marry another. In my despair, I chose to end it all by suicide, only to be saved by Alpha Howar. He tenderly confessed his deep feelings for me and promised to stay with me forever. But this illusion of happiness came to an abrupt end when I discovered I was pregnant. Alpha Howar suspected that I was carrying a bastard child and forced me to undergo an abortion. “Throwing her into the Rogue pack to ruin her reputation was merely to allow Cheryl to marry her fiancé as she desired. Saving her life afterward and striving to make amends was already an act of great kindness on my part. However, I am not so merciful as to raise the child of a lowly Rogue.” " At that moment, I realized that the one who saved me had become the perpetrator of my tragic fate. I cried until I was nearly unconscious. But I would not seek death again. Without a child, I was free of burdens. Everything Alpha Howar had imposed on me, I would repay him tenfold, a hundredfold! 
In a werewolf realm dominated by powerful alphas, Aurelian endures a loveless bond with Caspian, a ruthless alpha who values strength over family. When their twin daughters, Stephanie and Elizebeth, are sent to a harsh training compound and then kidnapped, Caspian, distracted by his affair with the manipulative Cilian, ignores the danger. Tragically, the girls are sold at a gruesome underground auction, their bodies turned into grotesque art pieces. After Sara, Caspian's mother, dies of grief, Aurelian breaks the bond and finds comfort with Alaric. While Aurelian builds a new life and awaits twins, Caspian, consumed by guilt after belatedly realizing his mistakes, executes Cilian in revenge, doomed to a life of eternal regret as he howls at the moon. 
At 18, to pay for her mother's treatment, Elizabeth Farley sells herself to a man ten years older.Only later does she find out he's the head of Cooper Corporation, a man feared in the business world for his ruthless tactics. But with her… he's impossibly gentle.He spoils her so much, she starts to believe it's love.One night, she casually mentions liking the cake from a dessert shop in the south end of the city. The next day, he buys the entire store—just so they'll make sweets for her and her alone.When she spikes a fever in the middle of the night, he drops out of an international meeting and takes the first flight back. He sits by her bedside, changing cold towels for her again and again.On her 20th birthday, he takes her to see the northern lights. Under the sky painted with dazzling color, he kisses her fingertips and whispers, "Little one, from now on, I'll spend every birthday with you."And she's silly enough to believe him. 
When my stepsister, Lucy Sloven, frames me for triggering her allergic reaction, my three brothers force me into a cramped, airless cellar and seal the door with chains.
I slam my fists against the cellar door, pleading with them to let me out.
My eldest brother, Aaron Caldwell, a powerful figure in the business world, snaps coldly, "I usually turn a blind eye when you bully Luce, but you knew she was allergic to seafood and still made her eat it. Are you trying to kill her? Stay in there and reflect on your actions!"
My second brother, Bruce Caldwell, a rising pop star, and my third brother, Clark Caldwell, a genius painter, scoff in unison. "Someone as vicious as you still dares to play the victim. Stay in there and suffer!"
With that, they scoop up the trembling Lucy and rush her to the hospital.
As time drags on, the oxygen dwindles. Every breath becomes a struggle until I suffocate to death inside.
Three days later, when my brothers return from the hospital with Lucy, they finally remember me.
They have no idea that I have already died from oxygen deprivation in that narrow cellar. 
My older brother hated me for ten years. The last time we argued, I left home alone on a long journey and unexpectedly encountered an earthquake. Just as I was about to be struck by a hotel chandelier, my brother suddenly appeared and stood in front of me. “Dolores, run out quickly, don't look back!” The chandelier crashed down heavily, shattering his spine, yet he gave me a relieved smile. “Dad and mom's last wish was for me to take good care of you, and I've done it.” “If there is a next life, I hope you don't appear in front of our family again.” I was held tightly by someone, watching helplessly as my brother was completely buried under the rubble. That night, having lost my last relative, I jumped into the river without hesitation. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was rescued from being trafficked. This time, I decided to fulfill my brother's wish and no longer go to their house to claim kinship. But later, when I risked everything to save another brother, my own brother knelt before me, his voice panicked, “Are you really… abandoning us?” 
Three years ago, I had my positive cancer diagnosis in one hand as I consoled Anderson Graham, whose eyes were red and teary.
"It's just cancer. I can beat this."
However, he continued crying until he was almost out of breath. He hugged me so tightly that I thought my bones would crack.
"Yvonne, promise me that you'll beat this. I'll wait for you to return so I can marry you!"
In order to live, I had to remove most of my stomach.
Every single day, I was faced with handful after handful of pills and never-ending chemotherapy.
Three years later, I'm finally healed and can return to Anderson's side.
During my return party, his female best friend chuckles as she raises a glass.
"Andy was as celibate as a priest while you were overseas. I kept a close eye on him every single night and made sure nobody else was in his bed.
"I practically tattooed the words 'Do Not Touch' on him to make sure nobody else would go for him!"
The noisy room suddenly becomes so quiet that I can hear a pin drop.
I do my best to ignore the prickling ache coming from my chest.
With an equally bright smile, I raise my glass and reply, "Should I give you an award for keeping his bed occupied, then?" 
The traffic on the highway is at a standstill, and my two-month-old son, Benjamin Wagner, is wailing with hunger.
When I reach for the hypoallergenic formula I'd prepared, I find expired dog food instead. I begin scrambling for the formula, but my husband, Isaac Wagner, stops me.
"I gave the formula to Nancy because her dog's been having stomach issues lately. Just find something else to feed Benjamin for now. Nancy's dog cost 30 thousand dollars, so it deserves the two-thousand-dollar formula. Benjamin is a boy—he needs to learn to tough it out."
I yank my arm free from his grip and hiss, "Benjamin has severe allergies. He's reactive to over 200 substances and needs to drink the hypoallergenic formula. He's only two months old! He can't even handle solid food yet! You took his special formula to feed a dog. Do you want him to starve to death?"
Isaac frowns in annoyance. "Nancy's parents are gone. Rocky is the only family she has left. What's wrong with letting it have a little formula to ease its stomach? You're a mother. How can you be so heartless?"
I'm about to dash out of the car. "Is our son's life worth less than a dog's?"
Isaac slaps me and yells, "Our son will only grow strong if he experiences a little hunger and cold. It won't kill him to miss a few meals." 
On my birthday, Grandpa asks me, Harper Levinson, which man from the Zink family I wish to marry. I choose the fifth and youngest son without hesitation, and the elders are thrown into shock.
After all, everyone in our circle knows that I, the eldest daughter and future heiress to the Levinson Group, am deeply in love with their eldest son, Jonathan Zink. I've always insisted on marrying no one but him.
In my previous life, I did marry Jonathan. However, in our third month, I discovered that he was cheating on me with my illegitimate younger sister, Ruth.
That day, his eyes were filled with tears as he knelt before me. "Please forgive me. It was just an accident, I swear!"
I gave in but, ultimately, Grandpa found out and sent Ruth abroad. Jonathan believed it was all my doing, and from that moment on, he hated me to the bone.
Over the next few years, the elders in the family passed away one after another. We were always beaten to the punch in the market, and our company's confidential files were stolen.
On the very day I found out about my pregnancy, I was killed in a staged car accident.
Now, reborn into this life, I choose to let them fulfill their love instead. What I don't expect is when news of my engagement is announced, he storms into the engagement party and begs me to marry him. 
On my 23rd birthday, my brother, Eric Welsh, becomes the richest man in the country. During the grand birthday party he throws for the housekeeper's daughter, Fiona Dobler, he announces that she will receive the sole attention of the Welsh family.
Meanwhile, I have only a month left to live because of my faulty artificial heart, and I can't find a matching donor. While I'm being tormented physically and mentally, I video call him.
When he hears me coughing, he berates me, "Back then, you left because you were worried that I'll be a burden to you. What now? Are you regretting it because I'm rich?"
My throat feels tight as I stare intently at his unchanged expression through the screen, smiling wryly. "Eric, think of 300,000 dollars as a small amount and lend it to me."
On the other end, Eric snorts and gently assures Fiona, "It's a scam call. Don't worry."
Of course he has nothing to worry about. The healthy heart in his chest is mine. 
"Ms. Keane, the test results are not very favorable. You've been diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. If you refuse treatment, you'll likely only have several weeks left to live—not even a month. Are you sure you wish to proceed without treatment? Does your husband agree to this?"
The doctor asks me over the phone.
"I'm sure… Yes, he agrees to this as well," I reply.
I gaze around the empty room after I end the call, feeling unbearably upset. I used to think the pain was just my recurring gastritis, but it's actually because of a tumor.
Sighing, I turn to gaze at the photo on the desk.
Silas Huntington, who's 18 in the photo, stares right back at me.
Even after all these years, I can still remember the day we took that photo. Snow had dusted our hair white, which made Silas ask whether this counted as us growing old together. 
My husband's little sweetheart is threatening to break up with him again. He’s drowning in misery, drinking so much that he landed in the hospital with a bleeding ulcer. Half dead, he mutters, "She’s the only one who dares to mess with me like this."
Then he grabs my hand and asks, "Honey, you’re a woman too. How do I get her to forgive me this time?"
It’s true. He’s cheated so many times, but this Vivian is the only one he actually cares about.
My phone buzzes—it’s a message from Vivian.
"Mrs. Carter! Please keep your husband in check! As a woman, don’t you have any pride left? Tell him to stop bothering me!"
I let out a sarcastic laugh and, just like always, ignore her.
On Eric’s fifth day in the hospital, he blew up my phone with calls. His mood was a mess as he yelled at me, "I’m in the hospital! Why haven’t you come to see me? Do you even care about your husband at all?"
I stayed calm. "I’m afraid if I show up, you’ll fall for me all over again."
........ 
The night before our divorce, Winston Jones and I go at it like we've lost our minds. We move from the bathroom to the living and then to the balcony; we leave traces of our love everywhere.When we're finished, Winston cries his heart out. "Can we not divorce, darling?"Our three-year-old son gets on his knees before me and holds my hand. "Don't leave, Mommy."I calmly pack my things. "I'm going to live the good life. Stop trying to drag me down, you two losers."…Five years later, Winston becomes Hesperia's richest man, and our son is a world-renowned genius.During a television interview, they sit together and look into the cameras. They say in unison, "We're rich now. Can you please come home?"The next thing they know, the host pushes me onto the stage. I'm skinny to an extreme and disheveled. I smile calmly when I look at Winston and our son. "Do you want to be my sponsor? I'm cheap."The livestream is abruptly cut off, and Winston looks at me icily while holding our son's hand. "You guys have got the wrong person. My wife would never sell herself like a hooker.""Not everyone is worthy of being my mother," my son says.Five years ago, they both had kidney failures. They have no idea that I secretly donated both of mine to them. 
I had loved a man for five years, and hated him for just as long.
He took the money meant for my mother's treatment, and I leaked his company's secrets, bankrupting him overnight.
For those five years, we were locked in a fierce rivalry, a constant battle where everyone saw us as mortal enemies destined to destroy each other.
But the truth was, we hadn't been in contact for a long time.
When we met again, he had long since rebuilt his empire. Standing under the spotlight, facing a throng of persistent reporters, his words and demeanor were impeccably flawless.
A reporter suddenly brought up the past: "Back then, you mentioned a loved one you wished to spend your life with, even planning to marry at twenty-eight. Now…"
His fingers, holding the champagne flute, paused slightly. Then he lifted his gaze, a faint smile spreading in his eyes, clearly audible throughout the room: "Getting married soon." 
"Young lady, whose bastard is that inside you?"
"Don't you know any shame? Is this how I raised you?"
The living room was warm, yet a cold sweat broke out across my back. I stroked my swollen belly, looked at their outraged faces, and suddenly let out a low chuckle.
"You really don't know?"
Father crushed his cigarette butt savagely into the ashtray, sparks flying up before dying. "How would we know what shameful things you've been up to out there?"
"The kidnappers," I said softly, my voice like a snowflake landing on a hot iron plate. "Don't you remember? That year the kidnappers took both me and Liza. They wanted a 500,000 ransom. You only scraped together half, saying 'save the real child first.'"
My parents' faces instantly froze, like the surface of a frozen lake. They even seemed to forget to breathe.
"Later, you took Liza back. The kidnappers kept me for three more months." I touched my belly, fingertips registering a faint flutter of movement inside. "Did you really think I escaped on my own?"
But none of that mattered anymore. Because I was going to die. 
My husband, Scott Lemire, admires the young, newly hired nurse at the hospital. Her name is Yvonne West, and he promotes her to a full-fledged doctor, even though she has only worked here for two days.
His colleagues urge him to reconsider his decision, but he insists that Yvnonne has the skills for it. He also condemns his colleagues for being inept and prone to jealousy.
However, Scott's mother, Agatha Kincaid, is suddenly involved in a car crash and breaks her leg. Yvonne gives Agatha the wrong blood bag, causing cardiac arrest and ultimately leading to her death.
After I check the blood compatibility log, I gnash my teeth in anger and press charges against Yvonne right there and then. The next day, however, Scott brings a group of men to the funeral home, wreaking havoc and forcing Agatha's casket open.
"Whitney, how can you be this vicious? Yvonne didn't mean for it to happen. Your mom is very old anyway. If she's dead, then so be it. You didn't have to ruin Yvonne's career!
"Your mom won't be happy if she knows the kind of crap you're doing! Sign the letter of understanding now, or I'll divorce you this instant!"
I try to stop Scott's men from ruining the funeral home as I question him.
"Are you out of your mind? This is Mom's funeral!"
Scott sneers and says, "I will do the same if this is my mom's funeral, let alone your mom's!"
And yet, he shows up at my place later, kneeling in tears and begging me to seek justice for Agatha. 
Arya Vitale, the daughter of his sworn enemy was supposed to be a bargaining chip
A pawn in a blood war but from the moment Giovanni De-Santis laid eyes on her, he didn’t see a pawn… he saw his
So he took her
Stole her from her wedding, forced her into a contract marriage, and branded her with his name in every way that mattered
To the world, it was a business strategy
To him she was never meant to be his, it was an obsession
But she isn’t the fragile princess he expected. She’s smart, sharp, hot-headed, sassy, and far too good at making him feel things he buried long ago
And when she runs away he hunts her
Because Giovanni doesn’t lose
Not his empire
Not his war
And never the woman he’s marked as his own
But some wars can’t be won with bullets
Some secrets refuse to stay buried
And the deadliest betrayal may not come from his enemies at all…
What happens when the one thing he can’t control
is the only thing that could destroy him is the only thing that could destroy him?
And a war that demands blood….even if it’s hers. 
Liora once believed that her marriage to Adrian would last forever, until slander destroyed everything. In one night, she lost her husband, her family, and her self respect. She was kicked out of her home while pregnant and nearly lost her life. When the world closed its doors on her, Liora chose one thing: to survive for the sake of her unborn child.
Years later, she returned with a new identity and an unwavering resolve. She rebuilt her life from scratch, raised Nolan alone, and buried the name that had once destroyed her. Yet fate brought her back, straight to the city that had once cast her out.
An unexpected encounter between Adrian and Nolan reopens a past he had been avoiding. The undeniable resemblance triggers truth after truth to be revealed, including the betrayal hidden behind Serena's name. As the Vale family's secrets are exposed and danger approaches, Liora finds herself caught between two men: Adrian, the father of her child, and Damien, the unexpected protector who appears as she is building a new life.
Amidst a storm of threats, conspiracies, and love that never truly dies, Liora must choose: to move forward without looking back, or to reopen the door that once consumed her entirely. As Nolan's safety is threatened, all the wounds, longing, and regrets force them to face the reality that the family that once shattered might still be able to stand again.
But this time, Liora won't let anyone bring her down again. 
After Holly Stanwick becomes a judge, the first case on her docket is the divorce between her husband and his childhood sweetheart.When Holly receives the file, she double-checks the cover sheet. "Maeve, is the defendant's information correct? Is his name really Shane Lockwood?"The assistant judge, Maeve Green, smiles. "Ms. Stanwick, that's Shane Lockwood, CEO of Lockwood Corp in Havenport. I might slip up on other files, but not this one!"Maeve pulls out her phone, searches for "Shane Lockwood" on Google, and shoves the brutal truth in front of Holly.The face in the photos matches her husband's exactly. Holly freezes, as if a bucket of ice water has been dumped over her.The court clerk, Stella Kennedy, adds, "That's right, Ms. Stanwick. You're new here, so you might not know. Shane and his childhood sweetheart, Tess Lindell, have been on and off for about eight years. This is the first time it's hit court. The public gallery is fully booked!"Holly nearly loses her footing, and the file slips from her hands onto the desk.Maeve asks curiously, "Ms. Stanwick, do you know Shane?"She knows him all too well. 
Nadia Young is the most dazzling person in Bayfort. She is free as the wind, passionate as fire, and she lives a wild life of exuberance.However, she has married Clive Gibson, who is the strictest and most disciplined tycoon in the business industry. He lives and works like a machine, having extremely high expectations for himself and also his lifetime partner.Nadia loves the excitement of clubbing and dating younger male escorts, so Clive makes every entertainment hub blacklist her from entry. Nadia loves the freedom of travelling wherever she wants, whether basking in the sun on beaches, watching the aurora borealis at night, or going racecar driving and cliff diving, so Clive confiscates her passport and restricts her movement altogether. 
For the sake of his first love, Sebastian Richards trampled on the wife who had been by his side for four years.He mocked her for being cold and uninteresting, pushing her away with his own hands.Watching her leave in desolation, he thought he'd only lost a dull shadow.Until the moment they met again, he saw the radiant woman before him.She had shed her rigid facade, her eyes now full of allure, becoming a prized gem chased by countless elites.Even the aloof Vincent Fox only showed a smile for her.That moment, jealousy turned him into a ridiculous madman.Night after night, he stood guard outside her door, offering checks and presenting jewels, wishing he could open his chest to prove his sincerity.Until she walked away, arm in arm with another man, without looking back.Only then did he realize he had completely lost her... 
At the height of my wedding ceremony, just as we reach the ring exchange, the banquet hall's screen suddenly flickers to life. To everyone's horror, it plays a high-definition video of me being abducted and assaulted.Without a word, my fiancé turns to my best friend, slides the ring onto her finger instead, and calls off the wedding.Amid the crowd's curses and humiliation, I stumble off the red carpet—only to fall straight into the arms of my best friend's godbrother… a notorious mafia boss.With a single gunshot, he silences the hall. Then, to everyone's shock, he commands his men to carry in ten chests of gold—his wedding gift.Right there, in front of the entire crowd, he drops to one knee… and proposes to me. 
"I, Grace Hawthorne reject Logan Harper,” I announced with steel in my voice.The hall fell into deep silence, I could hear the sound of sweat dripping from Logan’s forehead or my father’s increasing heartbeat.Logan's face contorted with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Grace, what are you doing? This is our wedding!"“Not anymore. I reject you.” I announced once again.My father, Daniel, standing nearby, was seething with rage. He stepped forward, his face contorted with fury. In a fit of madness, he raised a hand as if to strike me, but before he could make contact, a commanding voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks. "How dare you lay a hand on my Mate?"Xander had appeared in a flash of power, his presence filling the room. His eyes bore into Daniel’s with an intensity that sent a chill down everyone's spine.Everyone’s face paled seeing the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, anger rushed through Daniel’s features and he roared. "Not your mate, she is my daughter."Xander cut him off with a wave of his hand. "You dare to touch what’s mine and I will show you what a real Alpha can do for his mate." Xander’s growl had an intensity that shook even The wolf council.His deep blue eyes bored into mine and a slow smile grazed his features, he gestured to me to come toward him and I did.“Miss me Darling.” he purred, and a chill ran down my spine. 
On Sierra Shaw's 25th birthday, her boyfriend, Benson Gray, puts an engagement ring on another woman's finger. He tells Sierra to be more magnanimous and transforms her birthday party into a party for the woman in his arms.
Fine, then. He can go to her, too.
Sierra demands a breakup, but Benson is unfazed. He makes a bet with his friends—he says Sierra will come groveling at his feet in less than three days…
However, the next time he sees her, her arm is in his uncle's. She throws a marriage certificate in his face and says, "I'm your aunt now, nephew dearest. Don't forget to address me properly!" 
I, Nadine Cross, transplant the nerves from my own hands to my boyfriend's "sister", who loses the use of both her hands in an accident.
With that, Irene Sawyer's painting skills improve tremendously.
However, I lose function in both hands. I can't even lift a glass of water.
My boyfriend, Thomas Graham, tearfully promises that he will forever be grateful to me and will take care of me for the rest of my life.
Because I love him, I silently endure the agony of rehabilitation treatments.
But one day, I accidentally discover that his so-called sister, Irene, is actually his lover.
I confront him, but they tie me up.
"Since your hand nerves work so well, your optic nerves should be good too. Irene's eyesight hasn't been great lately. If you're going to help, then you should help her all the way. Give her your eyes, Nadine," Thomas demands.
I fall into despair as I watch them approach me with surgical knives.
Thomas says, "Don't hate me. You've already lost function in both hands. Your eyes won't do you much good when you're in this state. I'm just making the rational choice."
Boundless darkness descends.
When I open my eyes again, I am back at the time right before the nerve transplant surgery.
This time, I get a dog's nerves instead. 
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