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Alexandra "Lexi" Thompson is a twenty-eight-year-old woman who has been struggling to cope with life's challenges. Alexandra needs to work night shifts to support herself and her mother. Her mother received a loan from a loan shark and was unable to repay it. She was seized, and Alexandra must appear. So they would release her mother and hold her captive until she paid up. There, she meets Julian St. Clair, a well-known millionaire whose daughter fled due to a marriage arrangement between her and the son of billionaire Harrison Green. Alexandra, who resembles Julian's daughter, agreed to be a stand-in for Maya St. Clair in exchange for a million naira and the release of her mother. Alexandra agreed to save her mother. She attempts to keep her distance from Ethan, only seeing him when absolutely necessary. Throughout the process, Alexandra falls deeply in love with Ethan. She didn't know what to do with the man who wasn't and never would be hers. Ethan has also begun to return her love, which appears to be confusing for her. Ethan believes she is supposed to be Maya St. Clair. What will Alexandra decide to do? What will happen, especially when Maya returns to join Henry.

Vivienne Zhe Ainsley enters an arranged marriage with Caleb Leander Vasquez, a wealthy and emotionally distant man who treats her more as a mere "bed warmer" than a wife. With little regard for her emotional needs, Caleb's coldness leaves Zhe feeling isolated and unimportant. However, as time passes and unexpected moments of vulnerability surface, both Caleb and Zhe are forced to confront the growing connection between them. As they navigate their complex feelings and the emotional distance in their marriage, Zhe must decide whether there's still hope for love in a relationship that began with nothing but emptiness, while Caleb struggles to open his heart to the possibility of something real.

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.