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After an earthquake, my sister and I help to rescue the victims. I save a wealthy woman who adopts me as her daughter. I become the sole heiress to an astronomical fortune. My sister saves a regular person. All she gets as thanks is a few thousand dollars. She thinks life is unfair and drags me to die with her. When I open my eyes again, I'm looking at the debris from the earthquake. This time, my sister rushes to save the wealthy woman. She says smugly, "It's my turn to be a rich heiress!"

Charlotte, The daughter of Carter Shnapp, The most influential man in the city gives up everything she had ever known to be married to Brandon, her college sweetheart. Brandon is a serial cheat, Who does nothing but extort from her family and berates her. Charlotte gets maltreated by his family. She was forced to leave her job and family behind to become a housewife and be treated less than a maid. All these just to be betrayed by her sister and husband, She catches them in bed together. She is served divorce papers at the end and she is compensated with a hundred thousand dollars check and told to leave the city. She is left shattered and distraught, She meets a stranger at a bar and hooks up with him. Unknown to her he is her high school bully. How will Charlotte navigate her life?

On Valentine’s Day, I discovered that my brother’s fiancee, Erika Gibson, was cheating on him. So, I tried to tell my brother, Nathan Clinton, about it. However, he yelled at me. He said that I was trying to ruin his relationship and told me to leave. Erika then asked her lover to deal with me, so he kidnapped me. He mocked me for being unable to speak and forced me to sell 200 roses at the night market. I asked Nathan for help, but he replied impatiently. [Moon, I can’t believe you’d lie about something like this… I don’t have time for your games.] I was accidentally hit by a truck while Nathan was having a wonderful time with Erika. Haha. I was finally free, but I wished I had a different brother.

At Sullivan Group's annual banquet, a female university student approaches Peter Sullivan and offers herself to him. The usually cold and distant Peter suddenly freezes because this young woman looks exactly like his deceased first love. He can't help but tease, "You're asking to be my mistress in front of my wife. Are you so sure you won't be thrown out?" The young lady lifts her chin, and her stubborn expression is identical to that of his lost love. "You two got married for business reasons and mutual benefits. Does she have any say over what you do? Peter, only you can save my mom. Will you do it or not?" She's right. I'm just a pawn in a marriage of convenience. How could I possibly influence Peter's choices? But then, I catch a glint of tenderness in his eyes that I've never seen before, and a self-deprecating smile forms on my lips. Maybe, instead of clinging on and being thrown out like trash, it's better if I give up my place willingly.

My marriage to Lucian Hawke was hailed as the most perfect union in the mafia world. As the daughter of the Sinclair family and him being the sole heir of the Hawke family, our marriage united the two most powerful mafia families in the Northeastern. I thought we were unbreakable. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. As if life couldn’t get any worse, my husband's first love returned—on the very same day. That night, the man I’d been married to for years didn’t come home. The next morning, his voice was cold, distant. Indifferent. “I’ve got the divorce papers ready. When can you come sign them?” I hesitated, struggling to steady my voice. “I’m still at the hospital.” He didn’t even pause. “I don’t care if you're on your deathbed, Elara. Come home and sign the goddamn papers.” My heart shattered, but I refused to let it show. “As you wish, Lucian.” What he didn’t know was that I was dying—literally. A week later, at my funeral, Lucian wearing a tuxedo, weeping at my grave, whispering regrets he should have voiced when I was still breathing. Ironically, my funeral day, was also his wedding day with his sweetheart. But it was too late, my love. This time, you’ll never see me again.

On their third wedding anniversary, Maisie Bardot expectantly announces her pregnancy to her husband, Andrew Clarke. All she receives in return is a check for a billion dollars, a divorce agreement, and an order to get an abortion.To protect her pregnancy, Maisie flees.Five years later, she returns as a miracle doctor with two adorable children in tow. Countless admirers flock to her side.Andrew regrets divorcing Maisie. He'll do whatever it takes to win her and the children back again.Yes, whatever it takes.

"Ms. Longstaff, are you saying the wedding will proceed as planned, but the bride will be replaced with someone else? Is that correct?" Faced with the staff member's puzzled expression, Heather Longstaff nodded without hesitation. "Yes, the wedding will take place in two weeks as scheduled. I'll deliver the revised materials to you in the next few days." "Understood. Should I inform Mr. Bennett about—" "There's no need!" Heather cut the other person off, her voice sharp with emotion. Noticing the startled look on the staff member's face, she quickly composed herself and explained, "He's busy. All wedding-related matters should come directly to me from now on." This wedding was meant to be her final gift to Mitchell. And like any gift, it had to remain a surprise until the very last moment.

When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side. We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts. He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home. Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. "This is what I owe her," he confessed. Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices. "You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"

Bianca Samonte is a famous college instructor in department of nursing. Pinili niyang magturo kaysa ituloy ay propesyon bilang isang nurse dahil sa trahedyang nangyari noon sa kanya. Naging mailap sa lalaki, dahil rito sa edad na bente-nwebe anyos ay tinanggap na niyang tatanda na siya ng dalaga. Ngunit nagkamali siya sa iniisip nang alukin siya ni Mayor Madrigal na maging tutor at personal assistant ng kanyang nag-iisang tagapagmanang anak na si Darius Rhyl Frio Madrigal na nasa ika-apat na taon sa kolehiyo bilang isang civil engineering student. Kararating lamang nito ng bansa at doble ang pag-iingat sa kanya dahil ito ay may amnesia dahil sa kinasangkutan na trahedyo noong bata pa. Marami nang natanggal na personal assistant ni Darius dahil kalaunay nagiging babae niya na ang mga ito at iyon ang labis na ayaw ni Mayor Madrigal. Sa isip ni Bianca na malayong matutulad siya sa mga babaeng iyon dahil malayo ang agwat ng edad nila. 'Di hamak na mas matanda siya ng limang taon kay Darius. Bianca was confident na kaya niyang sanggahin ang lahat kapilyuhan at kalandian ng binata, ngunit kalaunay unti-unti na itong bumibigay sa karisma na hatak ni Darius. Laging may pangamba sa kanyang isip na makakasama ito sa kanyang iniingatang trabaho at imahe sa lipunan. Iniisip din ni Bianca na masyadong malayo ang edad nilang dalawa at maraming tao na huhusga sa kanila. Mapaglaro ang tadhana, na ang kahapong bangungot ni Bianca ay muling bumalik sa pagpasok ni Darius sa kanyang buhay. Na ang lalaking pinaglilingkuran niya ngayon ay siyang bata na kasama niya noon nang mangyari ang isang malagim na trahedya. Paano kung unti-unting mauungkat ang kahapong bangungot na sisira sa kanyang pagkatao at ang nabuong pagmamahalan nila ni Darius? Taktakbo ba siya uli o lalaban na para sa hustisya at pag-ibig?

To rebel against my family's arranged marriage, I run away from home. Six months later, I decide to return to university and continue my studies, only to be told by a professor that Adam Richmond enrolled six months ago. Not only that, but he and my fiancée have apparently become the campus' picture-perfect couple. I go to confront him, but the woman claiming to be Adam's fiancée drives me away. "You beggar and fraud, how dare you call yourself Mr. Richmond? Besides, I am Erica Wright, the eldest daughter of the Wright family. How could I not recognize my own fiancé?" I stare at the woman before me, unable to hide my doubts. I've never met her, yet I've always heard that the eldest daughter of the Wright family is supposed to be gentle and poised. Could this proud, overbearing woman really be my fiancée?