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That scoundrel and his mistress stripped her of everything. Reborn, she dumped the fool and wed the crown prince, rumored to be dying. Everyone thought she would soon become a widow. But wait! That dignified, strikingly handsome man looked just like the paralyzed crown prince.

Ethan, a Beta werewolf doctor dismissed by his entire clan, walks in on his fiancée Scarlett gambling with his half-brother Damien on the eve of their wedding—she has lost their mate bond contract in a bet and signed a three-month temporary transfer agreement. As the room waits for his humiliation, Ethan calmly raises the stakes: wagering Scarlett against Damien's three most valuable southern mines, and ultimately, the entire wolf clan.

At 8, Samuel meets Sage, a girl who heals his heart and his legs at a sanatorium. Sixteen years later, as the head of the Grant family, Samuel vows to find her. But after years of searching, she's nowhere to be found until the Smith family's second daughter, forced into marriage, unexpectedly enters his life. A journey of lost love, unexpected marriage, and a touch of humor awaits.

Billionaire CEO Julian suffers the ultimate betrayal at his engagement gala. His bride publicly proposes to her secret lover and frames Julian as a cheater! As his company's stock crashes amid public outrage, Julian remains completely calm. He walks away and plots a ruthless revenge... Will he crush the traitors and make them pay?

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé suddenly asked me to give up the ceremony for his first love, Sofia. I turned it down cold in my former life, only to become the Chicago mob’s godmother at a lavish wedding. When Sofia heard the news, she was heartbroken and jumped into the sea to take her own life. Vincent blamed me for Sofia’s death. For the next thirty years, the words he said to me most often were: “Elena, if I had married Sofia that day, she wouldn't have died.” On his deathbed, he told our children: “Don’t bury me with Elena.” The year after he died, I fell gravely ill and passed away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night before the wedding. Over the phone, Vincent's voice came again: "Sofia needs this title more than you do. Everyone knows I love you, so they respect you—but Sofia's different. She's just a poor orphan girl..." Before he could finish, I calmly replied, “Fine, I agree.” I turned and signed the papers to cut ties with the family. I flew to Sicily, home to the Salk Institute that I had always looked up to. In this life, I refuse to be his appendage.

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé suddenly asked me to give up the ceremony for his first love, Sofia. I turned it down cold in my former life, only to become the Chicago mob’s godmother at a lavish wedding. When Sofia heard the news, she was heartbroken and jumped into the sea to take her own life. Vincent blamed me for Sofia’s death. For the next thirty years, the words he said to me most often were: “Elena, if I had married Sofia that day, she wouldn't have died.” On his deathbed, he told our children: “Don’t bury me with Elena.” The year after he died, I fell gravely ill and passed away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night before the wedding. Over the phone, Vincent's voice came again: "Sofia needs this title more than you do. Everyone knows I love you, so they respect you—but Sofia's different. She's just a poor orphan girl..." Before he could finish, I calmly replied, “Fine, I agree.” I turned and signed the papers to cut ties with the family. I flew to Sicily, home to the Salk Institute that I had always looked up to. In this life, I refuse to be his appendage.

Adrian Vale was the Don the whole city feared, and yet he spent three years chasing me, a girl who waited tables. Then, the night before our wedding, my best friend Nina Ashford and I were taken at the same time. With the cold muzzle of a gun against my forehead, I cried out, my voice shaking, “Let Nina go! She’s innocent!” The kidnapper laughed like I’d told a joke. “Innocent? She’s worth a hell of a lot more than you.” My whole body went rigid. The next second he leaned down to my ear, his smile pure malice. “You really think Adrian’s marrying you because he loves you?” “The day you tried on your wedding dress, he was fucking Nina on your bed.” “And that black ring, the one that stands for the Don’s power? He put it on Nina’s finger a long time ago.” I shook my head, over and over, refusing to believe it. But the kidnapper had already stopped looking at me. He dialed Adrian’s number. “Mr. Vale, you need to make a choice. Your bride, or Miss Ashford. Only one of them walks out of here alive.” “Which one do you choose?” In that instant, I forgot how to breathe. On the other end, Adrian was quiet for only a few seconds. Then he said it, perfectly calm. “Let Nina go.”

Tycoon Mason Reed surprises his daughter Ava at her wedding, bringing a hotel deed as his gift. Mistaken for her lover, he is beaten and humiliated by groom Jack's family. Ava saves him and calls off the wedding, until Jack's pregnant mistress exposes his hotel scheme. Jack is taken away by police, and the torn deed will never bear his name again.

When Julian, the true heir by blood, was finally brought back to the Family, my cold-blooded adoptive parents cast me aside. They sent me to "The Abyss"—a clandestine hellhole where billionaires and mafia bosses paid to hunt, rape, and slaughter human prey.No matter how humiliatingly I begged for mercy, I remained locked in an iron cage, passed around as prey for those bloodthirsty beasts.Days later, a photo of me—covered in whip marks, kneeling like a dog with a chain around my neck—made its way to my beloved fiancée, Vivienne.Standing before the press, the untouchable Mafia Princess sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "He’s pathetic and utterly filthy. The Valenti family would never align with such trash. I'll be marrying Julian instead."On cue, the Russo family officially disowned me, permanently stripping me of their name.After I was tortured to death, the wedding of the century commenced, broadcast live worldwide to celebrate the alliance between two major mafia families.But right then, my "wedding gift" was delivered.When the box was opened, the entire room went dead silent.

On the day of the wedding, my mother-in-law donned a traditional Chinese wedding headdress and clung to my husband's neck, playfully declaring she couldn't bear to part with him. That night, after the guests had left, she insisted on staying in the bridal suite herself and sleeping with my husband. Unable to tolerate a man overly influenced by his mother, I asked for a divorce. To my surprise, my mother-in-law, hands on her hips, smugly replied, "You want a divorce? Fine, but return the bride price—a traditional dowry-like payment—and compensate our family with an additional half a million." I agreed willingly, and turning away, handed her fifty thousand in paper money used in Chinese funerary traditions.