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Eleanor gave up her billion-dollar inheritance for love, marrying Jacob, a poor boy from Mississippi. Three years later, pregnant and ready to bring her husband home for Thanksgiving to reveal her true identity, she instead finds herself betrayed by Jacob and his family. Convinced his mistress is the key to his promotion, Jacob abandons Eleanor on the highway, locks her in a trunk, and drags her back South—costing her the baby. On the brink of despair, she’s rescued by her brothers, files for divorce, and rises from the ashes to reclaim her life.

A family has been searching for their missing wife and daughter for years. Unknowingly, the missing daughter and her amnesiac mother work as maids in that very household, constantly bullied by a fake heiress who steals money, frames them, and forces the daughter to donate her liver to the family patriarch. When the truth finally comes out, the villains are punished, and the family is reunited after years of suffering.

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.

“You have to remember who the enemy is!” My mom told me when our family was framed and both my parents died protecting me, and I have been bearing it in mind for all my life. I was adopted and raised by a kind woman, but when my grandfather finally found me and I was ready to return home, the girl I saved, in turn, harmed me and even pretended to be me! I lost my memory, luckily, he, my childhood friend, now the handsome billionaire CEO, saved me, and took me in as his fiancee! I’m going to regain my power, and revenge on the bad!

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.

Stolen at birth, tortured her whole life, and killed before she could fight back. Now she's reborn... and she remembers everything. Armed with deadly skills and a score to settle, she's taking back what's hers — one enemy at a time. But greater powers are moving against her. Can she survive long enough to win?

Dragged to her ruthless family, a hidden heiress is brutally tortured by fakes. With crippled hands, she endures the agony to avenge her mother. Finding a lost god-tier symphony, she crashes the grand inheritance concert! Playing a flawless masterpiece, she exposes her enemies. Will she burn the cruel legacy and claim her throne?