Does 'Trust But Verify: Reagan, Russia And Me' Have A Happy Ending?

I once saved Jonathan’s life, but he never knew it was me. Instead, he gave his heart to my younger sister, Seraphina. When tragedy struck, I became the villain in everyone's story especially in Jonathan's story. Years later, a forced marriage filled with resentment and silence, binds us together. When my sister returns, healed and ready to reclaim Jonathan, I walk away only to discover something that will change the course of my fate. I rebuild myself from nothing, rising into power. But the past begins to resurface, and the truth comes out about an unquestioned detail in our childhood memory, and the person I trusted the most was the reason my life was destroyed. Now Jonathan wants forgiveness but this time, I'll only seek the truth even if it burns us all.

That fateful night changed Tara's life in a blink. An ordinary girl like her married the youngest president who had occupied the office of the president, Andrei Kanovski. The man was endowed with a face and body a woman would die for.  Their marriage was kept secret and was introduced as Andrei's dietitian because Andrei had a fiancée, the beautiful socialite, Stella Tremont.  In the midst of a marriage ridden with neglect, betrayal and lies Tara found herself fell for her husband.  Will she be able to make her husband love her? 

The second day after I was transferred back to Los Angeles, I ran into someone I used to know on a street corner. She stepped right in front of me, eyes going wide. “Mia? Mia Rossi? Why would you come back now? Dante's marrying Camille at the cathedral in a week.” Dante was my first love, and also the youngest heir to a mafia dynasty on this side of the Atlantic. He'd made me a promise once: that he'd make the entire Moretti family kneel and welcome me in. We had a deal: the day he officially took over as Don would be the day he married me. But his family had other plans. They arranged a match for him: Camille, a princess from one of Sicily's five great families. Pure bloodline, the genuine article. At first, Dante swore up and down she meant nothing to him. Less than nothing. Then I started noticing how he looked at her. Softer every time. Like he was falling. One night, riding home after a shift at the bar, Camille's car came out of nowhere and took me down. The gas tank caught, and half the block reeked of burning rubber and scorched metal. I was pinned under the wreckage, blood seeping from the back of my skull down my neck, warm at first, then cold. Dante was the first one there. He beat the ambulance. The first thing he did was walk past me. He crouched down, lifted Camille out of the passenger seat, and didn't look at me once, just dropped a few words over his shoulder: “I already called an ambulance. Hang tight. Camille's had too much to drink. I need to get her home.” That was the moment I was done with him. Completely, finally done. While he was gone, I discharged myself. I bought the farthest plane ticket I could find that same night and left without looking back. Five years passed. “Mia, you have no idea.” The woman grabbed my wrist, dropping her voice. “Dante spent years turning half of Europe upside down looking for you. You came back at the right time. He still keeps a seat for you every month on his birthday. Camille's too proud for a lot of things,

“I never realized that my husband, Alex, had been cheating on me with my own best friend, Laura. While they were busy destroying my marriage behind my back, my world slowly fell apart without me even noticing. I loved Alex with all my heart, but to him, I was nothing more than a woman he could easily betray. Then Rex entered my life. Powerful, dangerously charming, and impossibly wealthy, he became the one man capable of turning my pain into revenge. But what I never expected was the truth behind his cold gaze. Rex was not a stranger at all. He was the man who had loved me long before anyone else did. And this time, the billionaire who once lost me had no intention of letting me go again.”

Famous lawyer Natalie and billionaire Brandon had been married for three years, but they had never met each other. Their marriage was arranged by Brandon’s grandfather. After the grandfather passed away, Brandon immediately filed for divorce. Following the divorce, Natalie returned to her legal career and unexpectedly took on a case from Brandon’s company—defending his mistress, Carmilla. Curious about Brandon’s relationship with Carmilla, Natalie agreed to take the case. During their interactions, Brandon came to admire Natalie’s skills and gradually developed feelings for her, unaware that she was actually his ex-wife whom he had never met…

Isabella Romanov thought her body was broken. She thought the man holding her while she bled was the only thing keeping her alive but she was wrong about all of it. The pills in her green juice, the best friend in her bed, the forged signatures waiting in a lawyer's desk, Marcus Whitfield didn't just betray her. He hollowed her out and sold what was left. But Marcus made one fatal mistake. He forgot who her father was. When Isabella walks out of her suburban prison and back into the world of blood and power she was born into, she finds an unlikely ally in Luca Moretti, the most dangerous man on the East Coast. He'll destroy Marcus and burn every bridge her ex-husband ever built. But his protection comes at a price: her hand, her name, and her presence in his bed. Isabella isn't stupid enough to trust another powerful man. She's just desperate enough to marry one. As she rises from discarded wife to mafia queen, Isabella uncovers a conspiracy far darker than infidelity, stolen embryos, Russian bounties, and a family ledger worth more than the city itself. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that everyone around her wants something, and the man who swore to protect her might have wanted it first. In a world where blood is currency and love is leverage, Isabella must have to decide what she's willing to burn to get back what was taken from her and whether the man beside her is worth keeping.