Daisy

I am Vera, forced to marry the ruthless mob boss Viktor Quinn.

Years of unrequited love have gradually cooled my affection for him.

"Remember this, Vera. You will never be worthy of carrying my child." He once said that if he found out I was pregnant, he would personally ensure I aborted my kid.

Faced with a home that felt like a prison, the urge to escape surged like a tide.

I walked into an alley not far from home, when a voice suddenly emerged from the darkness, "I'm here to take your life and your child's!"

I was filled with despair, not knowing how the news of my pregnancy had leaked.

Was it Viktor who ordered this?

How cruel he is!

I narrowly escaped and resolved to leave this place of trouble.

An accidental change of flight saved me from a plane crash, and I was immensely grateful—Vera had completely died in that crash.

Upon learning of my 'death,' Viktor went mad searching for me...

Six years later, under the name Maya Pierce, I have made a name for myself in the jewelry world.

One day, I was mysteriously kidnapped.

To my shock, I discovered that the mastermind behind this kidnapping was none other than my former husband…

Dear readers,
I extend my heartfelt gratitude for your continued support and appreciation of my work. In an effort to better align with the style and context of Western original literature, I have made appropriate adjustments to the story's background settings. Rest assured, however, that the overall framework and core narrative will remain unchanged.

I sincerely hope these modifications will not detract from your reading experience, but rather enhance the richness and intrigue of the story. Thank you for your understanding and acceptance as we continue to explore this fascinating world together.

Warm regards,
[Daisy]

I'm Jane—until I discovered my marriage was built on lies.

The hotel penthouse door stood ajar as I approached.

"Your wife is so pathetic," she moaned breathlessly, her voice echoing from inside.

My breath caught as I pushed the door wider, revealing my husband with another woman pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside her.

"Does she even know how to satisfy you like this?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

Lucas gripped her hips harder, his voice rough with desire: "Jane was always just part of the plan. You're the only woman who sets me on fire."

My phone slipped from my trembling hands, exploding against the marble floor like my shattered heart.

This time, I refused to be the victim.

I demanded a divorce—but Lucas had orchestrated every detail to keep me trapped.

Just when despair consumed me, Ethan Quinn appeared like salvation in a thousand-dollar suit

"Get divorced. I'll help you. One condition—marry me," he whispered.

The most powerful man in New York wanted me? A discarded wife?

But as Ethan protected me fiercely and Lucas begged desperately for forgiveness, the shocking truth emerged:

‘Ethan had been searching for me for twenty years.’

‘I was the little girl who once saved him from hell.’


"You pulled me out of that nightmare," Ethan's eyes filled with intensity. "I've spent my life becoming worthy of saving you back."

The scared boy became the most powerful man in the city.

His love wasn't coincidence—it was destiny.

Some people arrive like answered prayers you never knew you were praying...

"You're pregnant, Miss Camellia." The doctor's gentle voice hit me like a thunderbolt.

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug deep into my palms. "That's impossible..."

"The blood test and ultrasound results are both very clear."

I shoved my chair back abruptly, the harsh scraping sound echoing through the room. That night of lost control came flooding back like a nightmare—the silhouette of a stranger in the dim room, desire ignited by drugs, and...

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, biting my lip guiltily.

How could I have forgotten to take my birth control pills? Being too busy with work was no excuse. I had promised that spoiled rich boy I would handle the aftermath... What now?


I'm Camellia Frost, CEO of NexaCore Technologies, the iron rose of the business world.

Richard Bloom is my sworn enemy—that carefree playboy heir.

A trap someone set led to our night together, and worse yet, I got pregnant.

The Bloom family pressured for marriage, and to save my company from bankruptcy, I had no choice but to accept this cold transaction.

I thought his heart belonged to someone else, that we were just strangers bound by mutual interests.


However, as we began living together day and night, I was shocked to discover:

This "wastrel heir" actually has a hidden identity unknown to everyone...

He's not the cynical playboy he appears to be on the surface, but rather...

What caught me even more off guard was that this supposedly cold contractual marriage began to change its flavor.

"Camellia, why are you ignoring me today?"

"Why do I want to see you every single day?"

Wait... why has my contract husband become so clingy after marriage?!

Is this still supposed to be that cold, ruthless business alliance?

The cool air rushed between us, making me shiver. "I've felt it since I first saw you in the mountains."

"Then why are you fighting it?" I pushed, getting bolder. "Why pretend it was a mistake?"

My name is Lyra, Princess of the Starscale Realm, bearer of the Star Goddess's purification gift.

I thought I'd found my destined soulmate—until I met Kael.

From the moment I saw him, something felt different.

Wrong. Right. I couldn't tell which.

All I knew was that I was drawn to him like water to the moon, desperate to get closer, to understand the storm raging behind his eyes.

But Kael pushed me away as often as he pulled me close, leaving me confused and aching.

Then I discovered why: my family supposedly slaughtered his entire Storm Dragon clan in a brutal massacre.

I don't believe my father capable of such horror. I can't. So I made Kael a promise—I would uncover the truth and clear his family's name, no matter the cost.

But everything changed when my "destined" soulmate betrayed me, shattering the bond I thought was unbreakable. In the aftermath of that devastation, my longing for Kael intensified until I could no longer deny it.

Kael is my true fated mate. He has to be.

But after one soulbond failed me so catastrophically, how can I trust another? How can I believe in destiny when it's already led me astray once?

Then we discovered something that changes everything: Kael and I aren't just drawn together by fate—we're the only ones who can stand against the Void. Only our combined power can seal away the darkness threatening to consume our world.

And as we dig deeper into the massacre, the real truth finally emerges: the killer was never my father at all. Someone else orchestrated the slaughter, someone who's been manipulating us both from the shadows...

Now, caught between love and hatred, trust and betrayal, destiny and choice—can we find our way forward together?

"You've been staring at me all night," I slurred, my voice thick with tequila and heartbreak. "Either it's creepy, or you like what you see."

"Look, handsome," I leaned in closer, the bar's dim lights blurring around us. "I've had a really shitty day. Want to make it better? I'll pay for your time—I've got plenty of money."

His eyes widened, but then he reached out, wrapping my hand in his warm, strong fingers—gentle in a way that felt strangely comforting.

"Olivia," he said, his deep voice hitting me like a forgotten memory. "Do you know who I am?"


I'm Olivia, the girl from a loving family who thought she had killer instincts about guys. Until my college boyfriend cheated and shattered that illusion.

I dumped him on the spot, but the pain lingered like a bad hangover. My best friend dragged me to her bar to drink it away—and that's where I made my biggest mistake: a drunken one-night stand with a total stranger.

Or so I thought. Waking up the next morning, I found Blake beside me—my sarcastic childhood friend I'd lost touch with for years, the one who always teased I'd "never learn to read people."

I figured this mortifying hookup would end our connection for good. But Blake showed up, begging for advice on pursuing a girl.

"Who's the lucky one?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Just a friend," he dodged.

My mind raced to Sophia, that girl from middle school who'd always hovered around him with those ambiguous vibes. He still wants her, I thought, bitterness twisting in my gut.

As I spilled tips on female psychology and killer pursuit moves, he cut me off: "Olivia, the person I want to pursue is you."

Maybe every love story kicks off with chaos, confusion, and the worst possible timing—but what if this mess is just the start of something real?

"Julian... what would you do if I got pregnant?"

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

"You're not worthy of carrying my child. Have you forgotten why I married you?"


I'm Elena—the maid's daughter who fell for Julian Sterling, the ruthless heir who could never love me back.

Our marriage was his revenge. His punishment. His cruel game.

He used me. Broke me. Made me beg for mercy.

"Please, just let me go," I whispered. "Your first love is waiting."

His cold eyes met mine. "You don't leave until I say so."

Then a brutal accident changed everything.

I survived. But I don't remember him anymore.

Five years later, my daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve. "Will you be my daddy?"

He drops to his knees, voice breaking. "Elena... I'll do anything. Just give me one more chance."

I scoop up my daughter, frowning. "Do I know you?"