When Charlotte Whitfield found out her boyfriend of five years, Jasper Sinclair, had secretly married another woman, she didn't cry or beg. She walked straight into a bar, picked the one man Jasper couldn't stand—his older half-brother, Alexander Sinclair—and planted herself on his lap. She thought it was just one reckless night of revenge. She thought the cheater would never know what he'd really lost. Because the girl Jasper dismissed as "poor and useless"? She's actually the sole heir to the Whitfield Group—a billion-dollar empire. A tech genius. A top-tier designer. The queen of finance… And that cold, ruthless CEO everyone's terrified of—the one rumored to have even turned on his own father? Alexander Sinclair is now gently cradling her baby bump, murmuring with a low laugh in her ear: "I know you're carrying my child. So… when are you going to marry me?"

How could she be pregnant by a billionaire she had never met? Lily Carter’s husband betrayed her, got another woman pregnant, and made sure Lily would never have his child. So she divorced him. Then the hospital called. Lily was pregnant after all. The father? Billionaire Henry Thornton. A complete stranger. Except Henry had already met her. He had already saved her. He was already thinking about her. He just had no idea she was the woman carrying his child.

Vivian Hartley has spent years hiding her real face behind dull makeup, letting everyone believe she is nothing more than an ugly heiress unworthy of the Blackwell family's heir. When her cheating fiancé, Silas Blackwell, publicly humiliates her before their engagement, Vivian decides she's done playing the obedient bride. One reckless night, she chooses the most dangerous man she can find—and wakes up beside Quentin Blackwell, Silas's powerful young uncle. Quentin is cold, ruthless, and untouchable. The illegitimate son who returned to Lumin City with revenge in his blood and the entire business world under his control. Vivian thought their night together would be her weapon to escape the marriage. Instead, she has provoked a man who never forgets being used. Now her shameless fiancé chases after his mistress, her family tries to sell her for profit, and everyone waits to watch her fall. But Vivian is far from helpless. Behind the ugly mask is a breathtaking beauty—and behind her quiet smile is Iris, the world-renowned perfumer no one can afford to offend. Quentin tells himself she is trouble. A liar. His nephew's future wife. His enemy's daughter. Yet every time Vivian is bullied, framed, or pushed to the edge, he is the first one to appear. When the scumbag fiancé finally sees her true face and begs for another chance, Quentin only throws a marriage certificate in his face and says coldly: "Call her Aunt."