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After being used and abandoned by the Jian family, fake heiress Irene dies with regret. Reborn on the day the real heiress returns, she leaves without looking back. The Jian family mocks her, but when they face bankruptcy, they discover Irene is the hidden mastermind behind Dome Group. Her “poor” family is actually a powerful mafia clan, and the stranger she saved is a top heir. Everyone around her hides a shocking identity.

At eighteen, she is abandoned by her adoptive mother, only to be rescued by a stranger. The two share an instant connection and fall deeply in love. However, family pressures threaten their happiness, as his relatives have plans for him to marry the daughter of a powerful family. With this arrangement, the heiress moves into their home, uncovering a long-buried secret of an identity swap from twenty-three years ago...

170-Word Synopsis: Chloe, the true heiress of the Sterling Consortium, hides her identity to marry an ordinary man named Liam. For three years, she endures relentless abuse from her mother-in-law and Liam's mistress, Maya. On their wedding anniversary, she is subjected to domestic violence and kicked out into a stormy night, where she exposes Maya's fake heiress identity. Sebastian, the Emperor of Wall Street, arrives with a motorcade to bring her back and fully supports her revenge. Chloe regains her status as a tycoon and continuously exposes Maya's schemes—fake DNA, stolen designs, and hired hitmen—across luxury malls, charity galas, bidding wars, and the patriarch's birthday banquet. Liam's endless greed leads him to ruin, and both villains end up in prison. Chloe takes over the hundred-billion-dollar empire and holds a century wedding with the deeply devoted Sebastian, securing both ultimate wealth and true love.

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.

On her seventh anniversary, Vivian’s mansion is trashed on livestream by Sophie, who mistakes her for Arjun’s mistress—only to learn she is his wife. Vivian then discovers Arjun is sleeping with both Sophie and her best friend Mia. Armed with an ironclad prenup, the secret Sterling heiress begins her ruthless revenge.

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.

Pushed from a helicopter by Vivian, the first love of CEO Adrian Grant, ugly secretary Eve Hart is reborn before the fall. This time the hidden heiress of the Hart Consortium stops waiting: she strikes back the moment she is wronged, gathers evidence, exposes every scheme and rebuilds her empire, while Adrian learns who he lost far too late.

Leona's 3-year marriage untouched. After plane crash, finds husband with pregnant mistress. As she gives up, becomes world's richest heiress: "Can't be Mrs. Holt? Then be Holt Group's nemesis!

Back in the Hawthorne Family, Sylvie Snow just wants an ordinar life. But her jealous "sister" Vanessa plots to ruin her, while mysterious figures Ryan Quinn and Julian Zephyr keep appearing. As Elder Hawthorne’s birthday banquet unveils shocking secrets, Sylvie discovers that escaping your past is harder than living it...