Nine years ago, a high school love between quarterback Logan Carter and Hannah Reid was shattered at a wild party, schemed by the wealthy Victoria. Drunk Hannah accidentally slept with Logan’s teammate Jack, the encounter was recorded and leaked. Pregnant and unsure who the father was, Hannah left with her son Mason to protect Logan’s football future, carrying the burden alone.Now, Logan is an NFL star, while Hannah works as a therapy assistant for his new team, hiding in plain sight. Reunited in Los Angeles, Victoria—now the team owner—forces Hannah to publicly fake a relationship with Jack, manipulate a paternity test, and face a televised proposal, all to control Mason’s future.In a city of fame and hidden dangers, trapped between lies and real feelings, one question remains: Who is Mason’s real father—and who will finally win Hannah’s trust?

On Valentine's night, nurse Lydia Hale saves a dying stranger—then learns he's Soren Moretti, a feared mafia king. He offers a brutal ultimatum: marry him or die. Trapped in his dangerous world, desire clashes with defiance. As a 30-day love contract ends, Lydia must choose freedom—or life beside a ruthless mafia king.

After seven years of marriage, Hermione endures her husband Christopher’s cold indifference, believing she can one day warm his heart. On her birthday, she flies to LA only to find him celebrating with another woman, even letting their daughter call her “Mom.” Heartbroken, Hermione leaves to reclaim her ballet career. As she rises to fame, Christopher realizes he loved her all along—but it’s too late.,

The poor college student Riley Black, pressured by her mother, accidentally marries Malik Sterling, the hidden CEO of the Warwick Group, in a whirlwind romance. After the marriage, Riley Black believes he is just an ordinary barbecue vendor, completely unaware that he has been silently protecting her from behind the scenes. At her sister's engagement party with the Warwick Group's executive director, Riley Black is humiliated. Malik Sterling then appears, reveals his true identity, and rescues her. After experiencing numerous misunderstandings and crises, the two finally open their hearts to each other and join hands.

Susan is taking her sister Ann away from domestic violence. On the road, they meet Max and his older brother Cole. But no one expects Susan and Max to have a one-night stand. A month later, Susan finds out she is pregnant. What will they do? Now what will happen to these four people?

In the opulent bedroom, the crystal chandelier cast a cold glow on her pale face. He pinned her against the wall, fingers digging into her throat, knuckles white, voice colder than ice: "This is your punishment for betrayal." She couldn't breathe. Her vision blurred. Consciousness teetered on the edge of darkness— Then, suddenly, he let go. Stepping back slowly, he unfastened his suit jacket and slipped it off. His shirt hung open, revealing an old scar on the left side of his chest—crescent-shaped, jagged at the edges. "You forgot?" His voice was hoarse. "That winter, you swore you'd belong only to me... right here, you carved it with a knife." Memory exploded. Seventeen years old. A broken-down temple in the pouring rain. He trembled as he lifted his shirt. She wept and said, “From now on, you’re mine.” That cut—a vow. A brand. And now, she had accused him of abuse, threatened divorce—all for another man. "Get out!" she screamed, collapsing into sobs, tears streaming down her face. He didn’t speak. Just looked at her one last time before turning away. The door clicked shut behind him—and blood began to seep from his sleeve, dripping onto the carpet, blooming into a dark red flower. Three days later. She huddled in the corner of the bed, trembling fingers dialing a number she’d kept for two years: “Simon… I want to see you.” A pause on the other end. Then the same gentle voice: “Wait for me. I’m coming.” The next second, a news alert flashed on her screen: [Renowned surgeon Dr. Simon dies in hit-and-run accident; vehicle flees scene.] Her phone slipped from numb hands. At that moment, deep inside a dimly lit bar, a man swirled whiskey in his glass. A friend clapped his shoulder, laughing: “Was it worth it? Ruining your life for a woman who betrayed you?” He took a slow sip, eyes dark and unreadable. “She never betrayed me.” “Then why—” “Because she doesn’t know,” he murmured, glancing at his watch—exactly 2:17 a.m.—“the real Simon died twenty years ago. I killed him.” Glass shattered nearby. His phone lit up. Caller ID: **Wife**. He didn’t answer. Instead, he calmly removed the hearing aid from his left ear, placing it gently on the table—the tiny listening device inside still connected to the camera in her bedroom. “You got it wrong,” he whispered into the silence. “It wasn’t her who died.” “It was me… who brought her back to life.” Lightning flickered outside, illuminating half his face. And between the floorboards of their marital bedroom, a single dried drop of blood quietly sank deeper into the crack of time.