Vivacious

"Sign the contract before I change my mind since buying a woman is not difficult. Furthermore, this deal is worth 45 million dollars, and your entire life has scarcely seen it," William Mackenzie said as he threw papers on Monica's face. “Will you ever love me again?" Monica said with a melancholy voice. "Love is nonsense! I'm not into love. I am only offering you this contract because you are incapable of harming me. Even if you do, you will not live this life. Now accept it, or get out!" William crudely said. Monica was a lovely and vivacious child who lost her parents at a very young age. Her sorrow began when she moved in with her aunt. She served only as her aunt's housemaid. She fell in love with an ordinary man who gave her hope that there was someone in this harsh world who would love and look out for her until she learned that the man she loved had recovered his memories. Her beloved was leading a false life. And now he was unfamiliar with her and abandoned her because she was poor, and he had no feelings for her anymore. William Mackenzie was the richest tycoon who thought of money and power, but more importantly, he desired vengeance on those who tried to kill him, causing his memory loss for seven long years, and now he was back in business. ★★★

Vida Sharsmith is the well-known heiress of Alpha Dexter, the Black Frozen Pack's Alpha King. She possessed a natural goddess beauty that made every man in their pack be amazed at her. Despite being the next Alpha Queen, she decided to run away from her obligations and withdraw her upcoming mating ceremony with the ruthless stranger Alpha, just to marry Alpha Terrence, who saved her when she was attacked by a group of rogues and hid her identity as the upcoming Alpha Queen. She became the Omega, who had been chosen by Alpha Terrence to be his substitute Luna while his mate wasn't found. She thought that she would finally have a vivacious life, but everything changed when she found out that Alpha Terrence impregnated the love of his life. She forced herself on Alpha Terrence with the hope he had a little love for her, but she was wrong, because what was important to him was Greta, the woman who had his child. Betrayed by anyone, Vida did everything to escape from Alpha Terrence's pack, yet she failed, which led her to be crippled for several months and die after Alpha Terrence's pack faced war. Seeing how her husband gave importance to another woman, she wished for the moon goddess to give her another chance, to correct her mistake in marrying him, to have her vengeance, and to slap them with the truth that she was higher than them. Surprisingly, the moon goddess heard her pleas and gave her the chance to do the right thing, but... it seemed the moon goddess wanted to play cupid when she met her ex-fiance Alpha Jaxon and wanted her to be his contracted Luna.

Anathea Jacobson has had a crush on Gregory Sinclair for ten years. She thinks marrying him is a dream come true. Even if he's just a block of ice now, she'll surely be able to melt him over time. However, all she ever gets is his ice-cold treatment. He's gentle and tender to his true love, but he scorns and neglects her. He also mistreats and humiliates her… Anathea endures it all because they have a son. For his sake, she's willing to cling to her title of Mrs. Sinclair and cage herself in this loveless marriage for the rest of her life. This changes when she's abducted. Gregory spends the night with his true love, and even her beloved son abandons her—he wants to have Gregory's true love as his mother! That's when Anathea sees sense. Her husband will never love her, and her son will never appreciate her. If that's the case, she doesn't want them anymore. She wants to live for herself! … After the divorce, Anathea picks up floral art again. She sets up a company, makes big money, and wins various awards. She wants to give herself all the love she deserves so that she'll go back to being the lively, vivacious woman she once was. Gregory panics when he sees the men surrounding her and vying for her affections. He falls to his knees before her, his eyes rimmed with red as he pleads, "I love you, Nat. Please don't leave me." Anathea sneers. "Your love is too little, too late, Mr. Sinclair." Her son clings to her legs and wails. "Don't abandon me, Mom!" She pushes him away impassively. "Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."