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Tessa Hughes, a rural cleaner, unexpectedly wins a 10-billion-dollar lottery. Excited, she heads to the city to give the money to her son, James Hughes. However, she is humiliated by her daughter-in-law and her son's mother-in-law, and her son also rejects her, severing their mother-son relationship. But when they later learn that Tessa Hughes has won the 10-billion-dollar jackpot, her son and daughter-in-law deeply regret their actions.

Twenty-one-year-old Lisbeth got pregnant after a one-night stand. Desperate for affection, Lisbeth decided to keep the twins and raise them. But the unexpected death of the twins was a constant pain in Lisbeth's heart. Because of her boss's difficulties, Lisbeth decided to quickly find a man to marry. But then she realized that the man she was married to was actually rich? And the Twins did not die.

Claire, a CEO, pays $30k monthly to keep Ryan, a poor college student she thinks loves her—until she catches him with another woman, calling her a disgusting old lady. She cuts him off instantly. He grovels, but she rejects him. Meanwhile, her company's new investor Wilson is a billionaire she once helped—now devotedly protecting her. Ryan seethes as Claire finds true love with Wilson.

Junior analyst Aria secretly controls Vance Global—infiltrating Thorne Capital to find her father's killer and expose a money-laundering plot. Greedy Chloe steals her work; new CEO Julian sees through the lies. Together they uncover the true mastermind: Julian's uncle. Aria reveals her 51% stake, shatters the plot, and ascends to power with Julian.

Farming leads Molly Gordon to a billionaire CEO. She thinks he is just a handsome husband, but his hidden identity shocks everyone. He saves her land, crushes local bullies, and spoils her with unlimited cash. Molly uses his wealth to boost the village through livestreaming. Now, she enjoys true love and a thriving hometown.

Twenty-one-year-old Lisbeth got pregnant after a one-night stand. Desperate for affection, Lisbeth decided to keep the twins and raise them. But the unexpected death of the twins was a constant pain in Lisbeth's heart. Because of her boss's difficulties, Lisbeth decided to quickly find a man to marry. But then she realized that the man she was married to was actually rich? And the Twins did not die.

Tessa Hughes, a rural cleaner, unexpectedly wins a 10-billion-dollar lottery. Excited, she heads to the city to give the money to her son, James Hughes. However, she is humiliated by her daughter-in-law and her son's mother-in-law, and her son also rejects her, severing their mother-son relationship. But when they later learn that Tessa Hughes has won the 10-billion-dollar jackpot, her son and daughter-in-law deeply regret their actions.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.