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Nora Hayes, a junior journalist bullied by her rival Chloe, uses Chloe's photos to catfish a mysterious man online. After three years of late-night calls and growing feelings, she ghosts him—only to discover he's Luca Bennett, the CEO of her media company. As workplace sabotage escalates and Luca uncovers her deception, Nora must decide: keep hiding behind borrowed faces, or finally claim her own voice, her career, and the man who fell in love with her unseen.

Abandoned on the border by her wealthy biological father and raised by retired heroes, Riley—the formidable “Boss of Devil’s Ridge”—returns to her birth family as the true heiress to raise $10 billion to rebuild her home, crushing the fake heiress and her vicious relatives along the way before exposing her father’s ties to a drug cartel and transforming the stigmatized town into a City of Heroes.

Yuna Shaw approaches Grand Tang's boss, Serena Lynn, hoping to leverage their aid connection into a senior role. When gossip exposes her scheme, she snaps and mocks Serena—who is dressed as a cleaner. Serena orders her legal assistant, Stella Goodwin, to cut off all support and pursue legal action. When the lawsuit hits, will Yuna pay the price?

She requested leave for her wedding, but the boss fired her instead and stole her hard-earned promotion. Little did he know, he just crossed the wrong person. With one phone call, she halted his business deals and exposed his fraudulent secrets. From the wedding altar to the boardroom, she dismantled his empire piece by piece. Watch as she turns the tables to claim a ultimate, satisfying victory.

Miranda — a successful lawyer whose carefully ordered life begins to unravel when she enters into a secret relationship with Austin, a younger man who challenges her sense of control. What begins as magnetism quickly deepens into an emotional and physical connection that threatens her marriage to Patrick and the reputation she has worked so hard to build. As the affair intensifies, Miranda is forced to confront the parts of herself that have been contained for too long.

Ethan Miller, chairman of Evans Group, wakes up in the body of high schooler Noah Walker. Framed by his scheming foster brother, he leaves home to chase a college dream. At school, he stuns bullies with strength and wins allies—until old grudges and family pressure return.

Disguised as a worn-out cowboy, Elias tests his daughter's fiancé at Black Pine Valley Ranch. But Ryan and his secret lover Bella humiliate him, steal from the ranch, and plot to seize it—until Elias exposes every lie at the handover banquet.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.