He Cheated So I Proposed To The Don

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

Penelope’s wedding day should have been perfect—until she found her best friend in her fiance's bed. Running from the ruins of her future, she fell into one night with a stranger whose touch felt like safety. No names. No future. Just escape. Until two pink lines changed everything. Years later, Penelope returns with twins, a stronger heart, and no plans to fall in love again. But fate traps her in close quarters with a ruthless billionaire… who happens to be the man from that unforgettable night. He doesn’t know she’s the bride who disappeared. He doesn’t know the children are his. Old enemies want revenge. Old secrets refuse to stay buried. And the man who swore he would never love… kneels. The billionaire proposed. This time, Penelope isn’t just choosing love. She’s choosing her life.

Ruby Baker's life turns upside down when she decides to become a surrogate mother because of her best friend's suggestion. Luke Sawyer was not really interested in marrying or having kids or even a close family member for that matter. But when their lives cross path in an unusual pregnancy, they try their best to mend their difference in personalities, tolerate Luke's parents’ involvement in the process and become good parents to their baby.

Ethan and I met at a soup kitchen in the slums. We were fighting over half a moldy bread roll. I only learned his story from other people later. His father was the head of Lorencio's largest crime family, killed in a bloody power struggle from within. His mother took a payout and vanished. My father was an accountant for another family. He was framed for cooking the books and shot dead. Same story, same wound. That was what brought us together. We clawed our way up from a crumbling slum to the marble halls of the Lorencio crime families, until finally Ethan took his seat as Don of the Valeria Family. Nine years of marriage. No church. No proposal. Not even a proper cake. Then one day, out of nowhere, Ethan said he wanted to get me a diamond ring. "We had no church and no priest when we got married. I've been meaning to do this properly for a long time. And there'll be more to come." I stared at the custom diamond in the display case, enormous and flawless, and felt something close to happiness. The sales associate smiled and complimented his taste, mentioning that another couple had just ordered a ring too. They'd walked out minutes ago, planning a proposal for tomorrow. "Nine years together and still this in love. That's everything." I reached for his hand. He stepped away, said he needed to take a call. I hadn't heard his phone ring. I followed. Down the hallway, I watched him press a woman against the wall, his mouth on hers. His voice was sharp with jealousy. "You actually agreed to let him propose to you?" "Break it off. I'll buy you the ring." I stood frozen. My chest caved in. Then a pair of hands pulled me into a fitting room alcove. A man's breath was close, warm in the dark. A low voice, almost amused: "Your husband's sleeping with my fiancée. Why don't we give it a try too?"

In a whirlwind of emotions and tangled relationships, Rita and Jaden's marriage began as a result of an unexpected bet. Jaden, deeply in love with his ex-girlfriend Percy, was willing to compromise on his dreams to be with her. However, Percy had other plans, wanting to explore her options and not settle down. Believing Jaden would eventually return to her, Percy allowed him to date other women, leading Jaden to choose Rita as his bride. Rita, long harboring feelings for Jaden, agreed to the marriage instantly. Percy, confident that Jaden would never truly move on, decided to break the bet and reclaim him for herself. Caught between his lingering love for Percy and his desire to spare Rita's feelings, Jaden made a difficult decision. He would remain married to Rita for a year, but if Percy still wanted him back after that time, he would divorce Rita. Rita, blinded by her deep affection for Jaden, accepted this arrangement. However, a year later, Rita's world shattered when she discovered she was pregnant. Jaden, without hesitation, presented her with a divorce agreement, leaving her heartbroken and questioning their entire relationship unknown to him that she was carrying his unborn child. Now, Rita must navigate the aftermath of a marriage born from a bet and find a way to move forward for the sake of herself and her unborn child. Will she be able to heal her broken heart and find a new beginning?

On New Year's Eve, I returned home. At the welcome party, my boyfriend, Grayson Caldwell, suddenly appeared, holding a bouquet of red roses and a diamond ring, dropping to one knee. "Although this proposal comes a full three years late, our love will never be late," he said. "Alexa, marry me!" Friends cheered from the sidelines, all expecting me to nod through tears and say yes. But they had forgotten that three years ago, on New Year's Eve, he had promised to propose. That night, I dressed to the nines and waited until dawn—but he never showed up. Instead, there was only a cold phone call. "Tanya is sick. I'm busy taking care of her. You'll have to wait a little longer for the proposal." And so, on New Year's Day, I left the country alone, bound by a family-arranged marriage. I had already married someone else three years ago.