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[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

"Sign the paper, Maya. It’s the most money a girl like you will ever see." Maya thought old Mr. Sterling was just the kindest regular at her diner—a man who liked his coffee black and his eggs over-easy. She didn’t know he was the patriarch of a billion-dollar empire. And she certainly didn't know that his final wish was for his ruthless, ice-veined son, Reid Sterling, to marry her. To Reid, Maya is a calculating grifter who "charmed" a dying old man into a payday. To Maya, Reid is a silver-spooned prick who wouldn't know a hard day's work if it hit him in his custom-tailored chest. The Deal: One year of marriage. Five million dollars. No touching. No feelings. But as Maya is pulled into a world of vultures in silk suits, she realizes the Sterling family secrets are deadlier than the debt she’s trying to escape. And Reid? He’s beginning to realize that the "gold-digger" he hates is the only person who actually sees the man behind the money. "You’re just a clause in a contract, Maya. Don't forget that." "Trust me, Reid. For five million dollars, I can forget you even exist."

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. — “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.

Five years ago, Stephanie was branded a homewrecker and cast as the villain in her sister’s love story. “The woman who tried to steal her sister’s fiancé.” “Homewrecker genes are hereditary. Like mother, like daughter.” Those whispers followed her everywhere. Now, under her grandfather’s pressure, she was forced to meet his friend’s grandson, Cliff Graham, the most notorious womanizer in the country. Cliff wants only one thing: a marriage that will satisfy his grandfather. “Be my wife for one year in the public eye.” It is the perfect deal. Her reputation could be restored. Her grandparents would finally stop pressuring her. Yet, to his surprise, she refuses. “I’m sorry, Mr. Graham. I can’t comply with your wishes.” Discord: https://discord.gg/VXhcPVEjcD 1 bonus chapter for 1 review

She went back to forget him. Six years ago, Fang Zhiyuan was her whole world — her first love, her biggest mistake, the wound she carried all the way to New York and never let anyone touch. She thought time had done its work. She thought she was finally ready to face the city that held all her ghosts. She was wrong. Because he is still there. Still sorry. Still looking at her like no time has passed at all — like six years of silence can be undone with the right words, the right moment, the right kind of persistence. And part of her, the part she thought she had buried, is listening. What Fang Zhiyuan doesn't know is that Cheng Yi came back wearing someone else's ring. What she doesn't know is how to explain to herself why, with her husband thirteen thousand kilometres away, she still reaches for her phone just to hear his voice. First love never really lets go. But sometimes, what holds you tightest isn't what you lost. It's what you almost walked away from.

#BEASTTAMING #BLOODLINE #ADVENTURE Rebirth after death is already a miracle… But rebirth as a rabbit, the prey of both low-rank and high-rank beasts? Now that’s not even luck, that’s punishment. Linda Ein is born again—but in the Beast World—as a tiny, fluffy, high-value snack in a world full of predators. She discovers that the beastmen here suffer from a strange disorder that makes them shift uncontrollably between human and beast depending on their emotions, instincts, stress, or even random habits. They have no idea why this happens. But they assume it’s because their world lacks females, and that various mates for each of them will magically “fix” everything. Unfortunately for Linda and fortunately for them, Linda—now a rabbit—is the rarest female they’ve ever seen.  But Linda had one advantage no other creature had: in her previous life, she came from a family of generational zoologists, people who studied animals and passed it down to their offsprings the way other families passed down carpentry or smithing. She knew animal behavior, instincts, patterns, tricks. And this Beast World was simply… a very large, very chaotic research site. So when the beastmen begged her to stay, she lifted her rabbit ears and declared: “Perfection begins with giving me my own house.” “Done!”
“I need a store too. Beside it.” “Done!” “And… a generous supply of carrots delivered regularly. Two trucks a week isn’t bad.” “…..Done!” “Also, someone please tell that 1000-year-old flying snake to stop circling my roof.” “…” Suddenly, beastmen of all tribes are lining up, begging her…. “Queen Rabbit, please stay with me so I can stabilize!” “Me too!” “I want your presence too!” “Queen Rabbit, choose me!” Linda raises a paw. “Enough. I hear you. But this Queen Rabbit is a STEPMOTHER now so,….”

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

I got married to him because of my family’s will. An arranged marriage to a cold, distant CEO who barely spoke and always kept his emotions hidden. To the world, he was untouchable. To me, he was simply… quiet. He never showed affection, never said sweet words. Yet every morning, he would stand by the door and wait—silently—until I kissed his cheek before leaving for work. I thought our marriage would remain nothing more than a contract. Until the night my father insulted me at dinner… and he slammed his hand on the table. “Watch the way you talk to my wife.” That was the first time he openly protected me. And it wouldn’t be the last. Behind his cold exterior was a man who quietly cared, fiercely protected, and slowly—dangerously—captured my heart. I married a cold CEO. But I never expected him to become my safest place.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

She is a mess, burdened by a broken heart from an abusive relationship and haunted by nightmares stemming from her guilt over surviving an accident that took her mother’s life and left her sister in a coma. That is, until she meets him. Andriana finds comfort in his warmth, but Karlye is a mysterious man with secrets and enemies lurking in the shadows. Her feelings for him are complicated by her insecurities and their differences in social status. When he discovers her pregnancy, he vows never to let her go, revealing the darkness within him. Will she hold on for the sake of their baby, or will she choose to leave?

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut

She lost everything in a day. Her home. Her future. Her illusion of safety. Mira Hale thought she had finally outrun her past. A thriving career, a man she trusted, a wedding on the horizon—proof that survival had paid off. But betrayal doesn’t knock. It waits. And when it comes, it takes everything with it. Exposed, humiliated, and left with nowhere to go, Mira walks away from the life she built, carrying nothing but wounds she swore she’d never reopen. And just when she has nothing left to lose… he appears. The man she once saved when he was broken. The man she never meant to remember. The one name her heart learned to fear before it learned to forget. Now he is untouchable—calm, commanding, and wrapped in power. His presence is protection and danger all at once. When Mira’s world collapses, he becomes her shelter… and the temptation she knows she shouldn’t want. His attention is steady. His gaze lingers. And every moment near him feels like standing too close to a flame—warm, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. As secrets surface and past choices tighten their grip, Mira is forced to confront the truth she buried long ago: love doesn’t disappear—it mutates. What was once innocent is now laced with ambition, dominance, and survival. Desire blurs with protection. Safety begins to feel like possession. And the line between rescue and ruin grows dangerously thin. Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline is a contemporary romance drama steeped in emotional tension, power struggles, and forbidden longing. It is a story of betrayal and rebirth—where love can be a sanctuary… or the most beautiful way to lose yourself.

Not your regular billionaire romance She had a son with the most dangerous man in the city. And he can never find out. Four years ago, Aurielle Duval spent one reckless night with a stranger— a night that left her with a little boy who has his impossible blue eyes. She never learned his name. He disappeared before sunrise. And she rebuilt her life alone… until the day she walks into an interview at the world’s most powerful company. Its CEO is Kieran D’Angelo. Cold. Untouchable. Ruthless. The man she prayed she would never see again. He doesn’t recognize her— but he watches her, tests her, and claims her as his personal assistant. What Kieran doesn’t know is that Aurielle carries more than his past. She is the erased daughter of the D’Angelo empire— a child they tried to destroy before she ever opened her eyes. And the son she hides? He’s the living proof of a truth that could tear the family apart. When Kieran’s dark, charming cousin Dante returns— obsessed with Aurielle and hungry for power— a dangerous game begins. Love, obsession, and blood collide. And in a family built on lies, the woman they tried to erase may be the one who brings the empire to its knees.

Synopsis In the quiet, lush countryside of Qingyun Township, Lin Meiying has always known simplicity. She is engaged to her childhood sweetheart, Chen Weiliang, and dreams of a quiet life while working hard to support her younger brother Lin Yutang’s ambition to become a doctor. But when her father passes away, Meiying discovers a devastating secret he left behind: a crippling gambling debt that threatens to take away everything she holds dear—including their family home and the land she planned to sell for Yutang’s education. To settle the debt, her father made one final, desperate arrangement: Meiying is to marry Li Yuhan, the son of the wealthy and powerful man her father owed money to. Yuhan is a figure from the bustling, modern metropolis of Shanghai, a man shrouded in mystery and surrounded by the cold, imposing world of high business—a world far removed from Meiying’s rural roots. Refusing to let her family lose their home or her brother lose his future, but equally unwilling to marry a stranger and abandon her love for Weiliang, Meiying travels to Shanghai. She heads straight to the gleaming Li Tower, ready to beg Yuhan to release her from the engagement, offering to repay the debt however she can. To her shock, Yuhan agrees without hesitation, promising to return the title to her home and land. But just as Meiying’s relief begins to settle, Yuhan does something that shatters her world completely: he pulls her into a passionate, searing kiss that leaves her breathless and confused. In that single moment, the clear path she thought she was walking becomes tangled in ways she never imagined. As Meiying returns to her life in the countryside, she finds herself torn between the familiar love she has always known and the magnetic pull of the man who set her free—only to leave her heart in turmoil. With family secrets slowly unraveling, old debts refusing to stay buried, and emotions she can no longer control, Meiying must navigate a future that is no longer hers alone to decide. Will she choose the life she planned, or will she follow a new path paved with unexpected passion and promise?

I married a monster to save my sister. Now he won't let me go. I have forty-eight hours to find $750,000, or my sixteen-year-old sister becomes collateral damage for our father's gambling debts. I'm a pediatric nurse with $340 in my bank account and zero options—until a man in a tailored suit finds me at midnight and makes an offer that sounds completely insane: Marry his employer. Ask no questions. Obey without hesitation. In exchange? Every debt erased. My family protected. Forever. I sign the contract without reading it. I don't meet my husband until our wedding day. Killian Archer is the most beautiful—and terrifying—man I've ever seen. Ice-blue eyes that miss nothing. A presence that makes grown men step back. And everyone in this city either worships him or fears him. The ceremony takes eleven minutes. He slides a platinum ring onto my finger like a shackle and says three words that change everything: "You're mine now." I expect a wedding night. Instead, he shows me to a separate bedroom and gives me rules: Don't leave without security. Don't ask about his business. Don't test him. He keeps his distance—cold, controlled, untouchable. But I see the cracks. The way his hands clench when I walk past. The way he watches me like I'm something he wants to devour. The way he stands outside my bedroom door at 3am like he's fighting a war with himself. He says our marriage is just business. Everything about him screams obsession. Then I discover the truth: Killian didn't just pay my father's debts. He created them. Bought out the loan sharks. Orchestrated my desperation. Trapped me so completely that I had no choice but to come to him. Because six months ago, Killian Archer saw me in a coffee shop and decided I was his. He doesn't do love. Doesn't do relationships. Doesn't let anyone close. But he'll manipulate me, bind me, cage me—make me want to stay even if it destroys us both. When I confront him, he doesn't apologize. Doesn't even pretend to feel guilty. "I take what I want, Isla. And I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." I should run. I try to run. But Killian's enemies are circling, and the most dangerous man in the city is somehow the safest place I've ever been. Then his rival kidnaps me to get revenge—and I watch Killian become something worse than a monster to get me back. I should be horrified by the violence. The darkness. The blood on his hands. Instead, I realize I'm falling in love with this beautiful, broken, obsessive man who would burn the entire world down before letting me be hurt. Our contract says eighteen months. But Killian Archer doesn't know how to let go. And I'm starting to think I don't want him to.

Eimi Takahashi was born into a world of silk and power, the proud heiress of a Japanese business dynasty. But overnight, her world shatters. Betrayed by rivals and facing total bankruptcy, her family’s only hope lies in the hands of the Morettis—the most powerful and ruthless family in Italy. ​Lorenzo Moretti is willing to sign the check that saves her father, but he has one cold-blooded condition: Eimi must marry his son, Marco. ​Marco Moretti is a man of ice and stone. Three years ago, a bitter encounter left Eimi and Marco as sworn enemies. He views her as a spoiled princess; she views him as a heartless machine. They loathe the very ground the other walks on. ​The Contract is simple: ​One year of marriage. ​No physical intimacy. ​A perfect public performance of a "loving couple." ​After 365 days, a quiet divorce and a massive settlement. ​But when they are forced into seclusion at a private villa in Lake Como to satisfy Marco’s traditional grandfather, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur. Behind closed doors, their biting insults turn into scorching tension, and old secrets begin to surface. ​In a game of power where hearts were never meant to be part of the deal, who will be the first to break the contract?

Betrayed by her own family, Ye Ningwan is wed to the notorious “blind” warlord Zhan Hanjue—everyone expects her corpse to be carried out within days. Instead, three days later she struts back to the Ye gates draped in priceless gifts. Ye elders salivate; she smiles sweetly: “Only looking allowed—I’m taking these home. After all, you gave me zero dowry.” “Insolent!” they cry. Zhan Hanjue steps in, voice frosted steel: “She’s mine now. Protecting her is my pleasure.” Later, Ye Ningwan stammers, “You’re… not blind?” He tugs her close, whisper hot against her ear: “Play along, my queen, and I’ll give you the world—starting with my heart.”

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

The mistake her father made when he was young forced her to marry him. Handsome and wealthy, yet full of danger, she knew she must never be entangled with him. But after two years of married life, his indulgence and tenderness gradually seeped into her heart... * Just when she innocently thought they were heading for a perfect ending, He brought up divorce at her lowest and most heartbroken moment, when her father died and she lost their child... Since then, she has been poor and downcast, never able to enter his world again... * After four years, they met again. He was still as spirited, with his wedding to his fiancée approaching. With tears in her eyes, she finally realized all her struggles in finding a job over the past four years were because of him... * It turns out their marriage was nothing more than a scheme he devised with her father for the woman he deeply loved... All this time, he had never said those three words to her because he never loved her... * Who would have thought that she would bear his child again, even though they now belonged to separate worlds?... Only to discover in the end that his revenge on her had just begun...