Your Forever Is All That I Need

Pia Bellucci descends from the slums in Hughlin. Orphans like her are supposed to spend their lives struggling in the bottom rung of society. They are meant to live in the darkness till they draw their last breaths. But the appearance of Vito Castaldo, the Don of the Castaldo family, has completely rewritten Pia's fate. Thanks to Pia's resilience and talent, she fights against all odds and becomes Vito's personal bodyguard. She takes it upon herself to block all harm coming his way and resolve deadly crises for him. Once, when Pia gets kidnapped by Vito's rivals in his stead and almost dies in that ordeal, Vito confesses his feelings to her after rescuing her. After that, he holds an engagement banquet and slides a diamond ring onto her finger before making his vow. "Once I become the Don of Nework, you shall become the Donna." Pia is grateful to Vito for saving her life while showering her with love and affection. It's only natural that she's willing to sacrifice everything for his sake. From then, she works even harder in striking more dangerous deals and wrapping up the most brutal negotiations on Vito's behalf. She practically puts herself at risk just to get rid of all obstacles in his way until his strongest foes are dead. But when Pia thinks her dream is about to come true, she stumbles upon the cruelest truth. It turns out that she's nothing but a tool for Vito to wield from the start till the end.

After my 99th confession, my childhood best friend, Michael Leight, finally says yes. I am overjoyed, believing that my years of unrequited love have finally paid off. But when I walk past the pantry, I overhear him speaking tenderly to our family chef, Tahlia Duvey. "Once I take everything from the Kingstons, I'll kick that idiot Ariel to the curb and throw us a grand wedding. Everything here will be yours." My heart feels like a sword has been plunged into it. That night, I storm into Grandpa's study and point at a photo of the Gordon family's heir—Charles, known for always keeping his distance from women. "Grandpa! I want to marry him!" I announce.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

Cerise is a daughter of a famous businessman, moved to the city to pursue her dreams and follow her father's footsteps. What she doesn't expect however is becoming a supernatural Queen and getting involved with two men who want two different things. The world changes and now everything is in her hands.

I'm in the hills for a project inspection when a sudden downpour hits. I lose my footing and tumble down a steep slope. Lying in a pool of blood, I fumble for my phone and call my husband, Joel Grant, who's supposed to be nearby. "Rachel has anxiety. I only brought her back to her hometown to help her unwind. Can you stop being so paranoid and jealous for once? You're due in two weeks. I'll be there, okay? Just behave." In the background, I hear Rachel giggle softly. "The models have to be in their birthday suit for sketching, right?" Joel hangs up without another word. My sister-in-law—and best friend—Chloe Murphy finds me. She's sobbing as she cradles me, desperately trying to call her husband, Michael Grant, for help. "Are all pregnant women insane these days?" Michael snaps. "Don't start with the same manipulative crap as Anna. Joel and I are busy modeling for Rachel. We don't have time for your petty dramas." Then he blocks her. My injuries are too severe. There's no way help will arrive in time. Despite being heavily pregnant herself, Chloe hoists me onto her back and carries me down the mountain to the nearest hospital. Somehow, I survive. My baby doesn't. Chloe, devastated and physically pushed past her limits, loses her child too. "I want a divorce," I whisper with my eyes swollen from crying. "Me too. I'm done with Michael." We filed for divorce together. That's when Joel and Michael finally lose their minds.

Christian Bridges, the fashion icon who once swept Sienna off her feet, is back in her life - but this time, it's complicated. After a catastrophic accident leaves him reportedly brain-dead, Sienna is shocked to find Christian very much alive, wheelchair-bound, and then, he utters the unthinkable: "Put her in a wedding dress." From rocky starts to sweet endings, they discover love in the most unexpected way.

Allison was a sweet and kind girl. She was always well behaved and had good manners. out of all the girls Jensen dates Allison was the only one Jensen's family ever approved of him dating. it broke everyone's heart when she had to move away.

Alan adalah seorang wanita nerd yang dijodohkan oleh ayah angkatnya dengan seorang CEO tampan bernama Gavin Wildberg. Pernikahannya yang dilandasi perjodohan tak membuatnya bahagia karena sikap Gavin yang arogan, dan diam-diam laki-laki itu memiliki affair dengan adik angkatnya Luna Wellington. Penderitaan Alan tak sampai disitu, dia dipakasa bercerai dengan Gavin Oleh Nyonya Wildberg, ibu Gavin, karena Luna ternyata mengandung anak dari Gavin. Namun, kisah itu belum berakhir. Alan pergi dan keluarga kandungnya menemukannya. Hidup Alan berubah, dia bukan lagi seorang wanita nerd, beberapa tahun merubah hidupnya. Sekarang dia berubah menjadi seorang pewaris tahta dan dia akan kembali untuk menuntut balas.

Her stepsister and boyfriend were secretly collecting their marriage certificate within the Civil Affairs Bureau. At the same time, she was looking at a man that had gotten dumped just like her outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. “Sir, we have both been dumped. Why don’t we register for a marriage certificate as well?” “Alright.” “Sure.” “Deal!” An improper couple like them got along well, but they were also both scumbags. He showered her with love in front of everyone else, but he did not show her any love when no one was around. After their divorce, he was left soulless and dejected. He suddenly came to a realization and embarked on a long journey to pursue his wife.Skyler Moore: Wifey, come home with me! Jocelyn White: Let me correct you. I’m your ex-wife! We do not share a home as well!Skyler Moore: In that case, return everything that you have stolen from me!Jocelyn White: What did I steal?Skyler Moore: My heart! Jocelyn White: …She received a huge shock. She almost thought that he wanted to take their son away.

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?