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*Elies Robert is a shy yet determined senior who decides to finally confess her long-hidden crush through a love letter. However, her confession goes awry when the letter ends up in the hands of Damien, the school’s notorious bad boy. Rather than dismissing her, Damien claims Elies as his “girlfriend” to everyone, whether she likes it or not. As she tries to navigate the chaos that follows, she finds herself continuously drawn into Damien’s world of intense emotions, jealousy, and possessive attention.*

After Lucy Shawn stumbles on her husband cheating on her with his ex on their second anniversary, she presents him with a divorce letter and revenge in mind. Her revenge? Stealing his brother’s heart and tearing his empire to dust. But as Lucy navigates her revenge plan, she is entangled in a web of deceit and seduction. She realises her revenge may come at a deadly cost she may not be willing to pay. Will her quest for retribution consume her, or will she emerge victorious in this game of love, power, and deceit?

After a brutal rogue attack leaves her family slaughtered and her pack in ruins, Racheal is forced to flee. Her mother’s final wish sends her to the Blue Moon Pack, where she’s promised protection through marriage to the young Alpha, Ezekiel. At first, it seems like a chance to heal. But within weeks, the dream turns cold. Ezekiel is distant, cruel, and completely entangled with his lover, Lucy a woman whose smile hides something far darker. Cast aside and humiliated, Racheal is left to suffer in silence, a forgotten bride in a pack that was never truly hers. Until the night she uncovers a letter hidden in a forgotten room. It changes everything. The letter is from Lucy and it reveals a devastating truth: she was the one who betrayed Racheal’s pack. She fed information to the rogues. She helped orchestrate the attack. And she’s been manipulating Ezekiel from the beginning, tearing the Blue Moon Pack apart from within. But what none of them know is this: Racheal didn’t come to the Blue Moon Pack empty-handed. She carries the untapped wealth and legacy of her bloodline, and something even more dangerous a power quietly chosen by the Moon itself. They tried to break her. They tried to erase her. But she’s still standing. And now, she’s done hiding. Now she’s coming back with fire in her veins and vengeance in her name.

Meet Emily Collins, the devoted secretary with a knack for mismatched fashion, and Oliver Sterling, the brilliant but enigmatic CEO. Their worlds collide when Oliver, facing an unexpected ultimatum from his grandfather, turns to Emily for an unconventional solution. While Emily dreams of saving a million dollars and bidding goodbye to her corporate life, Oliver's goal is to introduce his secret actress girlfriend to his family. Caught between family expectations and a reluctant girlfriend, Oliver proposes a daring deal to Emily: a six-month contract where she pretends to be his girlfriend. The offer comes with a tempting promise—enough money to fast-track Emily's savings goal. As the two plunge into their fake romance, cue the funny twist—Emily knows every quirk and detail about Oliver, right down to the size of his ring finger, but Oliver doesn't know a thing about Emily. With the lines between reality and pretense blurring, the stage is set for a romantic collision where one is poised to fall in love, and the other is destined to fall even harder.

I give up on my position as a higher-up in a listed company just so I can accompany my wife, Jennifer Hurley, to a rural area to carry out a cultural tourism project. I even help her secure subsidies from the government and transform that project into a state-recognized exemplary project. But the first thing Jennifer does right after becoming the main person in charge of the project is force me to quit. "I want to tender an application for this project to be recognized nationally. Unfortunately, as the main person in charge, my spouse isn't allowed to take on any roles in the business aspect. "Either you quit your job or get divorced. You should make your choice." I don't hesitate to quit my job on the spot. But after that, Jennifer has her assistant, Maurice Gould, take over my position immediately. Her reasoning is, "Young people know more about coming up with creative ways to promote cultural projects. Our project needs new blood." At the afterparty, Jennifer raises her wine glass and gives a grand speech on the project's success. It turns out that I'm the only one who gets kicked out after everything I've done.

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

My husband is my supervisor. Before the Day of the Dead comes, I submit an application for leave so I can pay my respects to my late mother. However, he refuses to approve my application. He insists on having me care for his childhood sweetheart, who got into an accident. He even berates me and tells me it's my duty to care for the patients. I can't second-guess them out of jealousy. But I saw him kissing his childhood sweetheart passionately in the hospital ward. He even slipped his hand underneath her clothes at the peak of his passion. "Let me check whether your wounds are better. Do you need more treatment?" She leans closer saucily, and he spanks her. "Do you think you'd be getting this treatment if not for Kaia being pregnant?" I look down at my baby bump as my heart shatters. No wonder he insisted on having me work despite me falling pregnant. How can he possibly love me? If that's the case, I'll give them my blessings.

My father abandoned me and took away my mother.I experienced q lot of things while growing up but it never stops me to become a successful person because I am hoping that one day he will give my mother back. Until that day came a letter from my father telling me to be ready because in two months I will marry a guy he wanted me to in exchange of being with my mother. I just wish that this man will protect and love me despite my past.

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her. After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her. I agreed, even though I had a perfect score. However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."