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On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Matapos ang limang taon kasama si Nathaniel Sinclair, inisip ni Sylvia Garner ang kanilang pagmamahal ay aabot sa habang buhay na commitment. Pero ng pinostpone ni Nathaniel ang kanilang kasal, ang kanyang mundo ay nagsimulang gumuho. Sa private club, nakita ni Sylvia ang isang eksena na dumurog sa kanyang puso—Si Nathaniel nakaluhod sa isang tuhod, nagpropose sa ibang bbabae. “Kasama mo si Sylvia ng limang taon, pero ngayon bigla mong papakasalan si Vivian Hayes. Hindi ka ba takot na malulungkot siya” May nagtanong. Nagkibit balikat si Nathaniel. “Si Vivian ay may sakit. Ito ang kanyang dying wish. Sobrang mahal ako ni Sylvia para iwan ako.” Alam ng buong mundo na mahal ni Sylvia si Nathaniel sa punto na obsessed siya, naniniwala na hindi siya mabubuhay ng wala ito. Pero sa oras na ito, mali siya. Sa araw ng kanyang kasal, sinabi niya sa kaibigan niya, “Bantayan mo si Sylvia. Huwag siyang hayaan na malaman na may iba akong papakasalan!” Napahinto ang kaibigan niya. “Ikakasal din si Sylvia ngayon. Hindi mo ba alam?” Sa sandaling iyon, nagbreak down si Nathaniel.

The year Lawrence Scott and I were most in love, he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would fall apart, but I did not cry, and I did not scream. Two years later, I ran into him at a private lounge: Lawrence was there, holding a young girl in his arms, kissing her passionately. His friends hurried over to explain: "Back then, Lawrence was badly injured in the crash and fell into a coma. He just woke up recently but lost his memory. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry." Lawrence pushed the girl aside, frowned slightly, and looked straight at me. "So you're the fiancée I supposedly forgot? I don't remember you, but since you never gave up on me, I'll honor my promise to marry you." I smiled faintly and said, "They lied to you. We don't know each other." What Lawrence did not know was that on the day he faked his death, I received a video. In it, he was laughing and saying to his friends, "The thought of spending the rest of my life with only Yoana drives me crazy. I'll fake my death, take a few years off to have fun. Just keep her company so she doesn't do anything stupid." He also did not know that during those two years he was 'dead,' I had found someone else.

My husband, Zeke Larson, rushed to the police station at night because his childhood sweetheart, Snow Lowell, had run over my father-in-law and killed him. Snow clutched Zeke’s jacket and trembled in fear. “Zeke, I’m so scared. I didn’t mean to kill anyone.” Zeke pulled her into his arms at once and glared at me like he wanted to kill me. “You were in the car too. Why didn’t you stop her?” I almost laughed. He was the one who insisted that Snow drive. He said she had just gotten her license and needed more practice, so he pushed her to take his car and give me a ride. “Forget it. He’s already dead. There’s no point arguing now. “We’ll just say your dad ran into the road without looking, and that’s how Snow hit him. “We can settle this privately. Snow has a performance in Vienne next month. She can’t have a stain on her record.” I froze for a moment. When he repeated himself, I finally realized that he thought the person who died was my father. I looked at Zeke and saw how natural it all seemed to him. I could not help but laugh. “This is not a private settlement I have the right to be part of.”

I'd been "married" to Zachary for two years—until I tried applying for a loan and the bank's system flagged someone else as his legal wife. Our wedding? Just a private show. The real marriage license had his name next to hers. So yeah. I wasn't the wife. I was the other woman. Crushed, I went home—only to hear Zachary talking to his friend, Ethan, by the door. "Man, watching you stress is exhausting," Ethan said. "You clearly love Sierra. So why marry Cathryn?" Zachary looked torn. "At first, she was just a stand-in. But when she left, I couldn't stop thinking about her. So I brought her back—as my assistant." He paused, then muttered, "I can't live without Sierra. But I can't let go of Cathryn either. So I gave Sierra my love in public and kept Cathryn hidden with the title. That's fair, right?" I stood frozen, heart splitting open. He loved us both. Me—his childhood sweetheart. Her—the hidden wife. I thought I was the one. Turns out, I was just the game. He didn't break my heart. He shattered my whole world. But I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I walked away. And started planning two things.

Pansamantalang umuwi si Ethan sa Mindanao kung saan siya lumaki upang takasan ang masalimuot niyang buhay pag-ibig sa Maynila. Tuluyan siyang nakipaghiwalay sa long time fiancée niyang si Klarissa nang mahuli niyang may kaniig ang nobya niya sa mismong bahay nito. Nasa beach resort siya habang nagpapalipas ng kaniyang sama ng loob at payapain sana ang kaniyang isipan. Subalit ang inakala niyang makakalimot siya sa pighating nararamdaman ay hindi pa pala. Mas lalong naging magulo ang buhay at isipan niya nang makilala niya si Rose na receptionist supervisor ng kaniyang private resort. Hindi lang iyon dahil sa una at pangalawang pagkukrus ng landas nila ay naging miserable na. Mas lalong kalunos-lunos ang pagtatagpo nila nang malaman niyang si Rose ang anak ng dati niyang foreman na nagtangka sa pera niya at namatay tatlong buwan na ang nakararaan. Ngayon, kailangan din niyang harapin ang dalaga sa kadahilanang kinukuha nito ang karapatan sa insurance money ng yumao nitong ama. Subalit ayaw niyang ipagkaloob ito sa dalaga ng ganoon na lamang at isa lamang ang naisip niya. He offered her to be his woman, his bedmate and shared his savage and lonely nights.

"Where's Donna? Is she asleep?" "My Don... Donna Seraphina has been gone for three days. She told me to give you this." Seraphina Reed. The day I found out I was pregnant, my Mafia husband, Lorenzo, declared in front of the city's elite that our marriage was nothing but my "calculated scheme." I waited anxiously and helplessly for his explanation, but only received a taunting message from his secretary, Victoria. "Your husband isn't coming home tonight. Do you know why?" "Because he's with me, handling some… private business." At that moment, loving him so deeply I would have given him everything, I felt like the world's biggest joke. It turned out everyone thought I married him for money. They bet I would break, they bet I would cry, I would kneel and beg for a scrap of his love. But I didn't. I simply went back to the room, took off my wedding ring, and sealed it in an envelope along with my pregnancy report. Then, I left the cage that had trapped me for ten years. Later, he went crazy looking for me. He turned over every port, locked down every airport, and mobilized the entire family's power. He offered up everything he had, just to beg for my love.

Hera Jace Salviano belongs to the Salviano Family, one of the biggest and notorious Italian Mafia. Hera has an older brother name Cloud, the oldest heir of their family also the Chairmain-CEO of Valóre Sky Airline. Their family is legally owned cargo ships, travel cruises, and international shipments. They are just a common Mafia Family who has underground businesses and Casino's, Salviano's Family owned a private army. Hera is living a princess-perfect life with her older brother, not until someone makes their company crash. Cloud decides to send her sister back to their mother's country thinking that she will be safe, not knowing that the enemy he's avoiding is right next to his sister. Hera isn't familiar with the country she'll be living in now, but because of the contract that Cloud makes with their most trusted company partner Hacovo's, his sister's life is now easy. She always believes that money can buy happiness that not everyone can afford. She's an arrogant uncommon teenager who loves to collect the eyeballs of her victims. She's a psychotic mafia daughter who fell in love with a problematic suicidal man she met on a 50 feet high bridge after murdering 4 of her new classmates. Does her brother's decision was right? Or it can lead to her most unpredictable death? Does the love she found will be good for her or it can worsen the situation?

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."

In the high-stakes world of the elite, Seraphina Rossi is an invisible woman. The unacknowledged daughter of a billionaire dynasty, her acting career has been strangled by her own father, leaving her desperate to fund her comatose mother’s medical bills. But a night of terror at the exclusive Vault Club sends her fleeing into the one place she should never be: the penthouse of Czar Alexander Mordrake. Known as the "Shadow Sovereign," Czar is the most powerful man on three continents—and the most isolated. He lives in a sterile, golden cage, cursed by a lethal, unexplained "allergy" to women that makes even the slightest touch a death sentence. Until he wakes up next to Seraphina. When Czar survives their accidental encounter, the world-shattering discovery turns Seraphina from a fugitive into a biological miracle. Czar offers her a cold, calculated deal: he will settle her debts and save her mother if she becomes his "medical lab rat" and private assistant. As doctors scramble to find the secret in Seraphina's blood, a dangerous game of obsession and power begins. While the cold walls of the Mordrake estate begin to thaw between the lonely mogul and the resilient actress, a web of shadows is tightening around them. In a world where touch is a weapon and love is a lab result, Seraphina and Czar must decide if they are each other’s cure—or if the truth behind the Sovereign’s shadow will destroy them both before the first real touch can even happen.