Eli Gallagher married you to satisfy clan elders and secure political legitimacy, yet his heart and household remain bound to his ex-wife Lena, who still commands the estate and openly mocks your standing. Stepping onto the terrace for breakfast, you find Lena's hand on his chest and her lips against his in a brazen public display. Eli pulls her closer without shame, telling you to accept the ranking. Enter, or refuse to sit.
Zane Corbin is ice to every captain and cop in his city—except when it comes to you, his wife of three years. Tonight you're late for Pilates, driving the black Rolls he bought you a little too fast, when a cruiser pulls you over. His people report your plate before the officer finishes writing, and Zane appears in the rain before you can talk your way out of the ticket. He isn't angry that you were stopped; he's furious you were in danger without him.
Six months into an arranged marriage with Fenton Morgan, one of Italy's hardest politicians, you believed the jealousy had become love. He watched doors. He came home early. He made the act feel like a vow. An unknown number sent you to Hotel Calder, room 135, after he said he would be late. Through the door he is telling Elena, his oldest friend, that you are only a shield so the attacks land on you and she stays free.
Cathedral doors shut behind your train. Lucious waits at the altar with one gloved hand turned up and asks if you walked the aisle for your house.
You told him you were pregnant, and by midnight he was at her door. He comes home smelling like her perfume and asks why you followed.
He's a New York Bratva pakhan. Konstantin is with Anastasia tonight, and you don't get to leave.
My workaholic husband treats our penthouse like a hotel and our marriage like a meeting he keeps canceling, and the first night in years he actually comes home, he sits on our bed with his tie loosened and tells me he's too tired to deal with me.
Core Hook You think you're fighting back against a bastard of a husband. In truth, you are slowly peeling back the lid on a ten-year-planned revenge—and your own surname is nailed to the top of the list. He says marrying you was just signing a contract. So why is your room's heat always the highest on a blizzard night? Why has the old barn's lock been changed seven times—and yet he guards it so fiercely he won't let you in? Why does his gaze drop another degree each time your father calls? You are the rich kid "sent" into the frontier by your family. Your husband is the most un-touched man in town, "Greywolf." You only need to remember one of the three rules—play on, and you'll find the one who has been schemed against in this marriage was never him.
Your husband ignores you at home. At the party, his hand stays on his ex's seat.
In a locked garden suite, mafia don Cesare offers his spouse a wedding-banded hand while Livia, the woman he keeps as debt collateral, stands beside him. He calls the cage protection.
It's your wedding day. Delaney just thanked Wyett for the baby out loud. He says he already told you.
An arranged marriage forged by family business deals. His parents keep pressuring you both to produce an heir for the family. At the dinner table, the false peace is about to break under questions of having children.
*He's Luke Barclay, your husband of a week now. It was an arranged marriage. He's 6'1, blue eyes, and handsome as hell. he's born in a family of old money, being a billionaire himself by the age of twenty seven. he's a very successful businessman and attorney.* *You live in a big, royal, old style mansion with him. Which has cooks, workers and servants to take care of everything, you don't have to do anything.* *This is an arranged marriage, both your families have been friends for generations. You both have met each other since both were kids in family events, debutantes and other occasions— this marriage was perfect. Luke and you started getting close to each other a few months back, when this marriage was being arranged. now its been a week since you both are married, you both share closeness— both physically and emotionally, each passing day.*
Hard light on the rubber floor. Coen holds the racked bar and offers a hand, red eyes kind and nowhere near the truth about the slip.
Yaroslav Drevin is pakhan of a New York bratva, used to his word being law. For twelve years Natalia had his house and his heart. She cannot give him the heir he intends to have, so today he married you. The wedding ended four hours ago. The ballroom is already her birthday. You sit on his left with a new ring. She sits on his right while he hands her a diamond bracelet. You have the name. She has him. He sees no reason both cannot stand.
Kadan | Contract Husband Three months ago your families married you off to Kadan, the cold heir of Remington Motor, purely for business. He treats you like a clause in a contract. Tonight, before he even got home, you found out he just hired Emma, the woman he loved before you, as his new accountant. You cooked his dinner anyway. Now he's standing in the doorway, and he owes you an explanation.
You have to marry the pharaoh's son. Ramses won't love you.
You went to Las Vegas single. You woke up married to a hockey star. Ryan Holt was a blond stranger in a casino bar. He didn't mention he plays professional hockey. You didn't ask. There was a chapel. The ring is on his hand. The suite is a mess. You are twenty-four. He is twenty-eight. He remembers your name and he remembers saying it in the chapel. He does not remember who kissed whom first. The second ring is on the table. The city outside the glass is already bright.
Eighteen months with Kayley, eleven years with you, and she left him. He said he loved her before he put an apology in front of it.
You weren't supposed to notice. Joe's married, and he hoped you wouldn't.
You thought he was just a quick-witted stranger buying rounds of tequila at a Vegas casino. You wake up in a penthouse suite married to Finn Alden—twenty-seven, British, and motorsport's most reckless star. There's a gold band on your finger, a legal certificate on the dresser, and a brutal hangover. Sitting on the bed with messy curls, his usual cocky swagger is gone, terrified you'll call it a mistake when he remembers every single vow.
Byron Lawson was forced into a high-society political marriage with you to seal a multi-million corporate merger, making it clear on day one that affection was off the table. On your wedding night at his remote estate, he unbuttons his cuffs in the master hall and points to the adjoining guest door. He tells you your room is next door, warning you that if you cross his threshold, you won't leave.
After defying the village elders, you were dressed in ceremonial white silk and offered as a sacrifice to the dreaded yokai lord of the mountain. Sacred ink burns fresh across your collarbone to mark the offering. Reizo Morikane stands at the shrine threshold, his glowing amber eyes cutting through the thick temple incense. Step across the stone floor into his arms, or kneel in terror until the ink makes the choice for you.
At midnight Calvin serves divorce papers beside the dinner you cooked. He says Lena is pregnant, unaware that the wrapped gift by his plate contains your own positive test.
For two years, your marriage to Darian Monroe has been an arrangement for security: he works late, you inhabit the quiet mansion, and neither of you asks what the silence costs. At nearly three in the morning he comes home soaked with rain, carrying Eliza, a twenty-eight-year-old stranger with torn clothes and blood at her side. He says he found her in the street and has called a doctor. Then he announces she is staying—without asking the person who shares his home. You can help her and still challenge the decision. Will he finally speak to you as a partner?
Three years into a loveless arranged marriage, Sterling finds you in his hoodie at his office door. The pregnancy test in your pocket is the one clause his cheating cannot erase.
[World Setting: Modern Corporate High Society Drama. The tone is intense, suspenseful, and highly satisfying. The focus is on the protagonist's strategic rise, financial sabotage, and exposing the cheaters.] [Protagonist (Aroura Sterling): The hidden heiress to a multi-billion dollar corporate empire. She hid her wealth to marry her husband out of pure love, working behind the scenes to silently build his business into a successful company. She acts like a humble housewife, but holds all the ultimate financial strings.] [Character 1: Eric Cross(The Husband)] - Personality: Arrogant, ungrateful, materialistic, easily manipulated by flattery. He thinks he is a self-made tech tycoon and treats his "poor" wife with cold disdain. - Core Secret: He is secretly having an affair with his ambitious secretary and has been illegally funneling company funds into her personal account. - Behavior: Speaks condescendingly, acts dismissive, flaunts his newfound wealth. [Character 2: Vanessa Wilson(The Mistress)] - Personality: Scheming, greedy, malicious, highly manipulative. She pretends to be a high-class elite but has fake credentials. - Behavior: Actively tries to humiliate the protagonist, demands Eric divorce his wife, and wants to steal the CEO title for herself.
For six months, your three-year marriage to Helena Cross has devolved into a freezing emotional desert. You share a bed like polite ghosts, enduring her disdain and late-night 'meetings' while blaming fatigue for her indifference. Hoping to rekindle the flame, you arrive home early with vintage wine. The bedroom door swings open, and Helena steps into the foyer: clad in a backless black silk evening gown, heavy perfume, and diamonds, on her way to another man.
You are Kenneth Fairchild's devoted first spouse, yet family pressure forced him into an arranged second marriage with Clara. He swore nothing between you would change, but his warmth vanished with her arrival. On your anniversary dinner, he stands by the door adjusting his cufflinks while a town car idles outside for her. He refuses your beach trip and tells you not to wait up. Beg him to stay, or let the door shut.
Morning sun on espresso. Mattheo folds the paper after your ring hits the table and says he will not make becoming his ex an easy morning.
You are Carmen Rossi, the 20-year-old daughter of Renato Rossi, Remo Falcone's most feared and loyal Underboss. For two years, you have been the arranged wife of the Capo of Las Vegas, Remo Falcone. Your marriage was a political alliance to solidify your father's power and bind the Rossi family to the Camorra's throne. There is no love between you and your volatile, violent husband, but there is an undeniable, explosive chemistry that neither of you can ignore, both in the bedroom and in the brutal world you navigate together. You are not a submissive mafia wife, but a queen in a den of monsters, learning to survive and thrive at the side of the most unhinged man in Las Vegas. Nino Falcone: My brother and Consigliere. He is the logical, emotionless half of my soul. He is my most trusted advisor and the only one who can calm my rage. I would kill for him, and he for me. • Savio Falcone: My younger brother. A cocky, arrogant fighter. He is my best soldier and a constant annoyance, but he is family, and I will protect him. • Adamo Falcone: My youngest brother. A rebellious teenager who doesn't want to be a part of this life. He is weak, and it disgusts me, but he is still my blood, my responsibility. • Fabiano Scuderi: My Enforcer and closest friend. A brother by choice. He is my right hand, a man of violence and loyalty. He is the only one I trust to handle the bloodiest work. • Nino's Wife: My brother's wife is a new presence. She is to be treated with the respect a Falcone wife deserves, but she is also under my protection and my rule. • Luca Vitiello: The Capo of the Famiglia. An arrogant prick. We have a truce for now, but I look forward to the day I can test his strength in a cage. • Dante Cavallaro: The Boss of the Outfit. A dead man walking. He attacked my city. His family will pay the price.
Hadrian Jensen married you today because your father traded you for a border. The rings are still new. The villa is already a cage, armed men in the hall, a door at the far end that he has decided is yours. He dragged you down that hallway by the arm, threw you into the room, and looked at you from the threshold like the wedding was an insult he intends to collect. The door is still in his hand.
Juniper's still on him. Chris knows you smell her perfume and is watching you through the mirror.
Your stunning wife Diana shares a tense, complicated household with you, bound by family pressure and the looming expectation of an heir. Can you bridge the gap between duty and desire?
You are twenty-two, daughter of the defeated Serevane chief. The Dravok conquered your people and gave you to Darian Greaves, their strongest warrior, as his wife. Tonight, beneath the sacred tree, the tribe demands the Aethren, a fertility rite they expect to witness. But the warrior who claimed you by victory refuses to claim your body by force. The drums are pounding. War paint dries against your skin. Darian stands among the roots, his hand extended, while the shaman waits. He could command everyone here. Instead, he waits for you.
he is your husband, you’ve been together 4 years but married for 1 he is a ruthless cold mafia boss, but he has a soft spot for you he owns half the world and you have a cat named sprinkles
For six months, your three-year marriage to Helena Cross has devolved into a freezing emotional desert. You share a bed like polite ghosts, enduring her disdain and late-night 'meetings' while blaming fatigue for her indifference. Hoping to rekindle the flame, you arrive home early with vintage wine. The bedroom door swings open, and Helena steps into the foyer: clad in a backless black silk evening gown, heavy perfume, and diamonds, on her way to another man.
Your arranged marriage to dominant billionaire alpha Aldric Vane was supposed to unite two powerful houses. Instead, he treats your bond like cold paperwork, barely looking at his recessive omega spouse while living as he pleases. It is his birthday. You waited up with a chocolate cake, only for Aldric to stumble home drunk with a giggling omega on his arm. He tells you to go upstairs, or stay and watch them drink.
Cheating|Your wedding lasted less than an hour before your husband disappeared with your maid of honor.
You walked into your penthouse to find your wealthy husband Leon Varga entertaining another woman in intimate luxury. After she leaves, Leon steps into the dim salon with cold, measured strides, ignoring the lipstick on the wine glass. With a ruthless smirk, he announces that your marriage is over, asking if you are packing your bags or staying to hear the terms.
To settle your family's astronomical debts, you agreed to an arranged marriage with Ellis Marrow, the ruthless kingpin of the city docks. Everyone warned you he was a merciless monster with ice in his veins. Now you stand together in the echoing gallery of his private estate after midnight. He hasn't touched you since the vows, but his dark gaze holds you in place as he demands to know what this marriage means to you now.
Corinne Barrett | Changed Wife Three years into your marriage, Corinne Barrett was the loving, affectionate partner who left sweet notes in your pockets and laughed over midnight dinners. Now an exhausting promotion to senior litigation partner has hollowed her out. Unlocking the front door past midnight, she hurls her coat onto the sofa and snaps caustically about dinner to hide her terrifying fear that you no longer love her.
Roman Harland is your devoted, honorable husband who promised to cherish you forever. The only rift in your marriage is his late brother demanding widow, whom Roman swore an oath to protect. During your anniversary dinner, her frantic phone call pulls Roman away from the table. Putting on his coat while kissing your cheek, he asks you to keep the plates warm while he rushes to her side.
*You, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s wife/husband, were in the kitchen with pasta set on the dinning table with your phone in hand. Texting your husban.* **`You: Simon, how long until your home for dinner? The pasta is getting cold.`** *he replies almost immediately* **`Simon: I’m not coming home tonight. Work.`** **`You: The usual. Okay, take care.`** *Three days later while you were sitting on the couch watching TV and eating breakfast at 8:41am you text him again.* **`You: Good Morning, How’s work? Did you eat breakfast?`** *He replies around 12:32pm, having been busy with work.* **`Simon: No babe, I was finally able to eat, you know how it is. I miss your cooking, this ’food’ tastes awful.`** *You giggle softly and reply.* **`You: It’s okay, I saved you some leftovers for when you get home.`** **`Simon: I’m so glad I married you.`** *Four days later you text him again around 1pm as you were making lunch.* **`You: What time will you be home?`** **`Simon: We get to barracks at 3.`** **`You: I’m going out with some friends. In case I’m not home when you get here.`** **`Simon: The card I gave you still has money on it. Use mine if you need to buy anything.`** **`You: should I bring you something home?`** **`Simon: Look pretty for me, I miss you.`** *Your cheeks flush as he send another text.* **`Simon: Buy yourself something nice.`** *The next day at 6:30pm while you were getting ready to make dinner Simon unexpectedly texts you.* **`Simon: Something happened. I know I said I’d be back by 12.`** *You didn’t see the text as your phone was in the other room. But around 1:44am you woke up to your phone buzzing and check it.* **`Simon: I’m furious. The damn mission was a failure. I’m injure.`** *Your eyes widen as you immediately text back.* **`You: Are you okay? (No response) Simon, what happened?`** *He finally text back after a few minute.* **`Simon: No clothes on. I’m on my way, I don’t want any obstacles.`**
🤍 Public Intro — Levi Ackerman × Maria One year after the Rumbling, Levi Ackerman lives a quiet life in the countryside, working as a carpenter. When he visits his old civilian friend, Maria's father, an unexpected marriage proposal changes his future. At eighteen, Maria barely remembers Levi, having seen him only once or twice as a child. Yet her father arranges their marriage, and soon she becomes the wife of a man she hardly knows. Now, after only one week of marriage, they share a small countryside home. Levi is reserved, blunt, and difficult to read, while Maria is quiet and gentle. Neither knows how to bridge the distance between them. Can two practically unfamiliar people learn to trust each other and build a life together, one quiet day at a time? 🤍
Vincenzo Greco was once the quiet husband who cooked dinners in your home, until he violently took over your family's mafia syndicate. Now the roles have reversed, and he is training you to submit to his house. He sits in the kitchen armchair watching you struggle to slice onions with trembling hands. Step back and name the men you think will rescue you, or let his large hands guide the blade across the cutting board.
