Midnight Secret

The CEO's First Love

"When Lora Jones was down and out because of a business conspiracy, she met Brian Williams by accident. Brian fell for her at first sight and decided to keep her with him by all means. Nevertheless, when Lora finally fell in love with him, an ill-intentional bomb explosion, however, broke her love and her heart, thus she ran away in despair. Three years later, she comes back powerfully, which made Brian mad. At the time they meet again, she, with a cute baby in her arms, smiles to Brian and says,“Sir, Great barkers are no biters. Step aside!”"

Seduce A Billionaire

At first sight, he was a gynecologist and she, a patient. Her boyfriend cheated, and she caught him to rescue her, but she was stopped in the examination room: "Check-up!" She begged for mercy and did not forget to kick him before leaving. Mr. Zhan, who had always been abstinent, never expected that he would be attracted by an ugly girl. "Mr. Zhan, I'm married." A marriage certificate was stuffed into her hands, what? Was he the "old man" she married?

Sweety Wife, Fierce Husband

Immediately after divorce, Zoe Edwards married Carlos Holt, the most powerful man in the City, out of convenience. Recalling the previous failed marriage, Zoe always keeps in mind that this marriage is just a trade without love and they will divorce once they have their own love respectively. The one truth she doesn’t know is that Carlos has been loving her for over 10 years and he is always waiting for her! Thus when she divorced, Carlos helped her get rid of the broken marriage and gave her a home. When she wants to work, Carlos tried his best to support her rather than just offered her a job. But when she wants a divorce, what should Carlos do?

Timeless Love

Hathaway is not a good girl, at least not the traditional gentle, tender and obedient girl. Literally, she is open, independent and bold. At her first sight at Leon Davis, the most powerful personage of Leon City, Hathaway made a decision to chase after him. After teasing the arrogant man, she was happily thrown away by Leon. Without giving up, she listed a range of plans to draw Leon’s attention and she was confident enough to make it. The first thing she did was ruining his blind date, which unexpectedly freed him from a joyless meeting by coincidence. Fortunately, she’s changed her bad first impression. It’s so good a start for her. The next time she met him was at the business dinner party, she wore a white dress with diamonds showing her elegance like a white swan. Leon was deeply attracted and he realized how beautiful she is. Later, when she becomes his business partner, he finally finds her talents and smartness in fields of business and design. The two are getting closer and closer, is it still far from in love?

Trapped in the Two-Faced President

Wilson is ten years older than Anne, but they had engaged before she was born. She could have been living like a princess with love. However, at her age of 12, Anne’s father was killed, her mother was crippled, her family property changed ownership and she had to live with her enemies. Her peaceful life was torn apart. However, in her dark life, Wilson became her only reliance as he never gave up Anne but doted her, loved her and tried best to satisfy all her demands. Anne remembered that when she was a little girl, she was always chasing after Wilson and calling him uncle, which sometimes made Wilson helpless. Now she has grown up, she still likes to call him uncle, but what she got is his domineering reminder that it’s fiance not uncle.

Unrestrained Love with CEO Daddy

She, framed by her biological mother, provoked the most devious president in the world. When she went to school, he was the professor; when she went to work, he was the boss. Even when she was on the way back home, he disguised himself as a driver to give her a ride. He occupied her home and forced her to be his tenant. One late night, Xenia Jones pulled open the quilt, only to see the man get on her bed, and screamed out of fear. “James Sterling, what are you doing?” He lit a cigarette and thought over, “I have an ancestral chromosome. I want to send it to you.”

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."

Rebirth of the Broken Luna: A Second Chance at Luna's Heart

Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

For two years, I was the invisible force behind tech billionaire Kieran Douglas, convinced that our "private" romance was his way of protecting us from the tabloid spotlight. I managed his mergers, warmed his bed, and waited for a future that didn't exist. The illusion shattered at 6:00 AM when a Page Six alert debuted Kieran’s "real" romance with socialite Aspen Schneider. Before I could even process the betrayal, Kieran sent me a cold, professional text: "Order flowers for Aspen. Pink peonies. Her favorite." When I tried to walk away, my own mother called me a disgrace and threatened to lock my inheritance forever unless I married a sixty-year-old businessman to save her failing estate. At a high-society gala that same night, Aspen intentionally crushed my burned hand in front of the cameras, while Kieran stood by and dismissed me as a "mediocre assistant" who had overstayed her welcome. I stood in the cold New York rain, drenched in champagne and humiliation, realizing that every sacrifice I made for Kieran was a joke. I was a ghost in a penthouse that was never mine, discarded the moment his "soulmate" returned. To the world, I was just a placeholder whose time had run out. But Kieran forgot one thing: my father’s multi-million dollar trust fund unlocks the moment I legally marry. I didn't need love; I needed a signature and a shield. I walked into a discreet law firm and signed a marriage contract with a man I believed was the city’s most notorious, scandal-ridden playboy. I thought I was marrying a degenerate "beard" to buy my freedom and secure my revenge. I didn't realize the man who signed that paper wasn't a playboy at all, but Gaston Collins—the most powerful and dangerous man on Wall Street—and he had no intention of letting our fake marriage stay fake.

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.