On her wedding day, Khloe's sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn't commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik's cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
The wedding was a grand affair, every corner of the lavish venue brimming with guests dressed in their finest.
All eyes were on the radiant bride, Khloe Evans. As she walked down the aisle, her pristine white gown trailed elegantly behind her, each step filled with grace and poise.
Eric Watson, in a sharp-looking suit, stood waiting at the altar. As she approached, his gaze softened, admiration gleaming in his eyes.
In a cheerful tone, the officiant addressed the audience.
"Before they exchange rings, let's take a trip down memory lane and share a glimpse of the beautiful journey of our bride and groom!"
At that, the lights dimmed, and a video began to play on the big screen at the front of the banquet hall. The guests fell silent, expecting to see moments of Khloe and Eric together.
But within seconds, curious whispers rippled through the crowd as the screen showed not sweet memories, but surveillance footage.
In the footage, Khloe shoved her stepmother, Lorraine Evans, down the stairs. The latter tumbled down the steps, her body landing with a sickening thud, blood oozing from her head.
The audience gasped in horror.
Joshua Evans, Khloe's father, went pale, a storm of shock and anger twisting across his face.
Khloe stood frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
She had never touched Lorraine. Obviously, she was being set up.
Suddenly, a gigantic balloon above burst open with a loud pop, releasing a cascade of photos, fluttering down like confetti.
They were scandalous pictures of Khloe, caught in compromising embraces with different men.
"Bitch! How dare you betray me?" Eric's face contorted with rage. His hand came down in a sudden slap, sending her reeling, a burning red mark blooming on her cheek.
Khloe shook her head frantically, her eyes welling with tears that trickled down like glistening pearls.
"Eric, please! I didn't do any of this. You have to believe me!" she cried, her voice trembling with desperation.
For the slightest moment, the anger in Eric's gaze wavered, doubt flickering across his eyes.
Just then, Khloe's stepsister, Sloane Evans, stepped forward, her expression painted with a false sympathy. "Khloe, maybe it's best if you apologize to Eric and my mom. I'm sure they'll forgive you."
A chorus of disapproving murmurs rose around them, cutting through the air.
"She hasn't even married into the Watson family yet, and she's already brought shame on them!"
"I heard her mother was kicked out of the Evans family for having an affair; I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
The biting remarks stung Khloe, but Eric's skeptical stare truly pierced her heart.
Swallowing the pain, she steadied herself and raised her tear-filled eyes towards her husband-to-be, reaching for his hand. "Eric, please, You have to believe me. This is all a setup. I promise I'll explain..."
But she was abruptly cut off by a sudden, loud bang. The doors were kicked open, and a team of police officers flooded in, surrounding Khloe.
"Khloe Evans, you are under arrest for bribery, academic fraud, and attempted murder."
Eric's expression hardened, disgust written all over his features as he glared at the woman he had come so close to marrying.
"You make me sick! Falling in love with you was the worst mistake of my life," he spat, shoving her hand away with a venomous look. "Get out of my sight!"
Khloe staggered backward, her heels slipping on the edge of the altar. She fell, her body crumpling like a discarded doll, and landed with a sickening thud on the cold, unforgiving floor below.
Pain surged through her, and as blood began to pool around her, the world faded to black.
...
Three years passed.
A prison officer called out, "Khloe Evans, someone's posted your bail. You're free to go."
Khloe lifted her head, barely believing her ears.
After three long years of isolation and relentless torment, freedom felt like an illusion.
An hour later, she found herself at a hospital.
Led down a stark hallway, she stopped outside a room and saw her mother lying in the ICU, pale and nearly lifeless, entangled in tubes and machines that breathed for her.
"Mom," Khloe whispered, her voice breaking as she reached for the door handle.
"Don't even think about it! No one can enter without my permission," a woman said coldly.
"Sloane? I should've known you were behind this! I don't get it. My mother severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why do you still insist on tormenting her?" Khloe hissed, her voice dripping with resentment as she glared at Sloane.
Sloane returned her look with a slight smirk, eyes flashing with a mix of envy and contempt. She laughed, the sound laced with mockery. "Khloe, you have it all wrong. I'm saving her. Without me, your dear mother would already be dead, and you'd have come out of prison just in time to attend her funeral."
Khloe's anger simmered down into distrust. "Cut the act. You're no savior. You're obviously just trying to use me."
"Ah, Khloe, still sharp as ever. You were once the rising star of your university. Now? You're nothing more than a convict at my mercy," Sloane sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tonight, if you spend just one night with Karl Russell, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment."
"Karl Russell? That old man in his sixties? Are you insane?" Khloe couldn't help but raise her voice, plagued with disgust and disbelief.
Sloane's smile didn't waver. "So what? It's not my night with him; it's yours. If you do as I say, the Russell family's arms contract will be ours. A cooperation like this is worth more than anything you could ever pay. More importantly, if you refuse..."
Sloane pointed to the ICU door. "I'll have them pull your mother's life support right now. She'll die before your eyes. You have five seconds to decide. Five, four, three-"
"Fine!" Khloe agreed in despair as tears began to spill down her cheeks.
For the sake of her mother, she had no other choice.
After she'd been given a fresh change of clothes, Khloe was led to a waiting car.
She was doomed to spend the night with a sixty-something, disgustingly obese man.
And it was her first time, no less.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Yelena discovered that she wasn’t her parents’ biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister’s envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city’s most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It’s time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton’s side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton’s upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. “Clayton, this is truly the end,” she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. “Yvonne, please, don’t go through with it. Don’t marry him.”
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?