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Mia Whitmore has built her jewelry empire on precision, passion, and brilliance. As CEO and lead designer of Aurum Élégance, she has spent years crafting a brand defined by bold innovation — and trusting her husband, Ethan, to help run it. Until she discovers he has betrayed her. When confidential designs are leaked to a ruthless rival company, Mia’s business teeters on the edge of collapse. The betrayal cuts deeper than financial loss — it shatters her marriage and forces her to confront the painful truth about the man she thought she knew. With her reputation at stake and her heart in pieces, Mia makes a bold decision: file for divorce and rebuild her company from the ashes. Determined to reclaim her power, she channels her heartbreak into her craft, proving that brilliance cannot be stolen. In a world where ambition and love collide, Mia must learn that even shattered gold can shine again.

During a partial solar eclipse, Olivia, one week pregnant, looses her lover, Camil, to a resulting tornado. Some months later she gives birth to Frances, who grows up to a beautiful teen. Frances works in a bookstore. There she meets Alban. They become friends, and in a few days they fall in love. Alban invites Frances and her mother, Olivia, to his mother's inauguration ceremony at the MIT. Frances and Olivia arrive at the ceremony, but after seeing Alban and his father (who suffered amnesia some years ago), Olivia slumps and passess out. Olivia later tells Frances that Alban's father is Camil -- Frances's father too. This leaves Frances heartbroken. Now she is left with the decision of either continuing what she had started with Alban or unite the entire family by helping Camil regain his lost memory.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

I had spent everything I had trying to raise my daughter into the perfect successor. But just before the inauguration ceremony, I accidentally found a paternity test she had taken 15 years ago. The results showed that her DNA matched my late wife's first love by 99.99%. I took the report and confronted her. But she only smiled with satisfaction. "Dad... No, I should call you Uncle Liam now. "Now that the company is under my control, if you admit at tomorrow's shareholders meeting that you and my mother had already divorced, and explain what really happened when they tried to run away back then and got into that accident, I might still let you retire peacefully, for the sake of the 25 years you raised me." I met her confident gaze and suddenly laughed softly. Then I picked up the phone and made a call. Who ever said I only had one heir?

My mother, Eleanor Thorne, dropped out of school at a young age to work, single-handedly raising my uncle, Logan Thorne, all on her own. Because of that bond, right before she passed away from a severe illness, she tightly held Logan’s hand and entrusted me to his care, begging him to look after me. With bloodshot eyes, Uncle Logan swore right beside her hospital bed that he would never let a single soul lay a finger on me for the rest of his life. When I was seven years old, my biological father, Richard Jennings, was preparing to remarry, and he muttered a cruel comment under his breath, calling me a piece of useless baggage. The next second, Logan smashed a glass bottle right over his head. "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to my little girl like that?" he roared. "Keep running your mouth, and I will personally ruin you!" Before his head wounds could even fully heal, Richard literally checked himself out of the hospital and fled the city, never daring to show his face around us again. During my high school years, a boy cornered me on the way home to force a love letter into my hands, which completely terrified me. Logan flew into an absolute rage. That very afternoon, he brought a crew and broke the boy's leg. That act invited a violent retaliation. Logan was targeted in a brutal hit-and-run and left for dead on the asphalt. He spent three grueling days fighting for his life in the ICU before the doctors finally pulled him back from the brink. Yet, the exact moment he was discharged from the hospital, he tracked that student down again and beat him within an inch of his life. I was utterly horrified. Desperate to prevent my uncle from hurting anyone else on my account, I, Maisie Thorne, secretly applied to a university overseas without telling him, leaving the country for three long years. On the eve of Logan’s wedding, he personally flew out on a private jet to pick me up and bring me back home. That night, we sat down to have a quiet dinner together. But the night took a twisted turn when his fiancée mistook me for a hidden mistress. "So, you're the little obsession my husband can't seem to stop thinking about," Victoria Vane sneered, glaring at me. "I’ve heard all about the mysterious girl locked away in his private thoughts. Let's see how much sleeping around you can do once I strip that pretty little face right off your head, Maisie Thorne!"

Risha Nathalie Saavedra was known for being a good daughter, who always follow whatever her parents may say. She knew it from the very start. She has to marry a man so that their company will survive and grow. She was fine with this idea as she wanted to fulfill her parents' dream. She met Evan Zendejas, her evil fiance. She likes him at first but this man is doing his best for her to doubt this fixed marriage. She would like to chase him discreetly hoping to somehow get to know Evan and eventually makes him chase her desperately. Is that really possible?

I was born into hardship, but my beauty led to my adoption by the Maddox family. When I was 18, they brought home two boys. Dustin Holland, a piano prodigy, quickly bonded with my sister, who was the darling of our social circle. Nathan Holland remained in the shadows. He didn't like to talk, laugh, or even show the normal emotional fluctuations of a person. His stubborn, wooden gaze was like that of an abandoned stray dog. Diagnosed with emotional detachment disorder, he became my project. I vowed to heal him. He locked me in a dark room, scarred my face with a branch, and encased my favorite doll in plaster. I forgave it all, thinking he was just traumatized. The elite in the circle mocked us, urging me to abandon him, but I kissed him publicly, declaring, "I love Nathan. Anyone who hurts him will pay." Then a fire tore through our home. Nathan stepped over my broken body to save my sister, his eyes wet with rare tears. Turned out, his disorder had a cure. It was just not me. Reborn on the day they arrived, I looked at the taciturn boy and sneered, "Dad, must we take in every stray?"

"He was destined to be mine, until he looked me in the eyes and called me a mistake." Branded a curse. Feared by her pack. Ivy has lived in the shadows, hated for a tragedy she can’t remember and haunted by a wolf that refuses to awaken. However, everything changed on her eighteenth birthday when fate cruelly binds her to the one boy who once swore to protect her, Ryker, the future Alpha... and the one who now wants nothing to do with her. One night, one bond, and a rejection so cold it shatters everything she dreamed of having. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes. And some bonds refuse to be broken. No matter how much you try to end it. Can you really go against fate? Or will you yield to the desire of being claimed?

Till death do us part Betrayal, the acid that destroys all without hope of repair The bond once sealed with love and trust now hangs by a thread of pleas and regret Trust, once lost is never seen in the same face Again Hope is all that lasts in pain and most sadly in vain Only time can tell if there ever will be redemption and restoration The wedding bells that rang five years prior, seem to have worn off its charm and joy in the lives of Ethan and Patricia. Mistakes and disregard have strained whatever it was that bound them together. Realisation comes rather late, and a new beginning is too far gone to reach, but mistakes need to be learnt from, and time surely, must go on.

I was supposed to be collateral. A body left in an alley to settle a blood debt. Varek was supposed to be my executioner. Instead, Vespera's most ruthless syndicate boss put a diamond on My finger. He thinks he bought a terrified pawn. He is dead wrong. I Maevia isn't a nameless stray from the outer wards. I am the last heir of a slaughtered royal dynasty. The blood in my veins is worth billions on the black market. And the men who butchered my family are finally coming to finish the job. Varek thought he caged a bird. He's about to realize he locked himself in with a queen. When the global syndicates kick down his door to claim my bounty, Varek faces one choice. Hand over his wife. Or drown the world in blood to keep Me.