Daisy

I am Vera, forced to marry the ruthless mob boss Viktor Quinn.

Years of unrequited love have gradually cooled my affection for him.

"Remember this, Vera. You will never be worthy of carrying my child." He once said that if he found out I was pregnant, he would personally ensure I aborted my kid.

Faced with a home that felt like a prison, the urge to escape surged like a tide.

I walked into an alley not far from home, when a voice suddenly emerged from the darkness, "I'm here to take your life and your child's!"

I was filled with despair, not knowing how the news of my pregnancy had leaked.

Was it Viktor who ordered this?

How cruel he is!

I narrowly escaped and resolved to leave this place of trouble.

An accidental change of flight saved me from a plane crash, and I was immensely grateful—Vera had completely died in that crash.

Upon learning of my 'death,' Viktor went mad searching for me...

Six years later, under the name Maya Pierce, I have made a name for myself in the jewelry world.

One day, I was mysteriously kidnapped.

To my shock, I discovered that the mastermind behind this kidnapping was none other than my former husband…

Dear readers,
I extend my heartfelt gratitude for your continued support and appreciation of my work. In an effort to better align with the style and context of Western original literature, I have made appropriate adjustments to the story's background settings. Rest assured, however, that the overall framework and core narrative will remain unchanged.

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[Daisy]

I'm Jane—until I discovered my marriage was built on lies.

The hotel penthouse door stood ajar as I approached.

"Your wife is so pathetic," she moaned breathlessly, her voice echoing from inside.

My breath caught as I pushed the door wider, revealing my husband with another woman pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside her.

"Does she even know how to satisfy you like this?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

Lucas gripped her hips harder, his voice rough with desire: "Jane was always just part of the plan. You're the only woman who sets me on fire."

My phone slipped from my trembling hands, exploding against the marble floor like my shattered heart.

This time, I refused to be the victim.

I demanded a divorce—but Lucas had orchestrated every detail to keep me trapped.

Just when despair consumed me, Ethan Quinn appeared like salvation in a thousand-dollar suit

"Get divorced. I'll help you. One condition—marry me," he whispered.

The most powerful man in New York wanted me? A discarded wife?

But as Ethan protected me fiercely and Lucas begged desperately for forgiveness, the shocking truth emerged:

‘Ethan had been searching for me for twenty years.’

‘I was the little girl who once saved him from hell.’


"You pulled me out of that nightmare," Ethan's eyes filled with intensity. "I've spent my life becoming worthy of saving you back."

The scared boy became the most powerful man in the city.

His love wasn't coincidence—it was destiny.

Some people arrive like answered prayers you never knew you were praying...

"You're pregnant, Miss Camellia." The doctor's gentle voice hit me like a thunderbolt.

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug deep into my palms. "That's impossible..."

"The blood test and ultrasound results are both very clear." I shoved my chair back abruptly, the harsh scraping sound echoing through the room.

That night of lost control came flooding back like a nightmare—the silhouette of a stranger in the dim room, desire ignited by drugs, and...

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, biting my lip guiltily.

How could I have forgotten to take my birth control pills? Being too busy with work was no excuse. I had promised that spoiled rich boy I would handle the aftermath... What now?


I'm Camellia Frost, CEO of NexaCore Technologies, the iron rose of the business world.

Richard Bloom is my sworn enemy—that carefree playboy heir.

A trap someone set led to our night together, and worse yet, I got pregnant.

The Bloom family pressured for marriage, and to save my company from bankruptcy, I had no choice but to accept this cold transaction.

I thought his heart belonged to someone else, that we were just strangers bound by mutual interests.


However, as we began living together day and night, I was shocked to discover:

This "wastrel heir" actually has a hidden identity unknown to everyone...

He's not the cynical playboy he appears to be on the surface, but rather...

What caught me even more off guard was that this supposedly cold contractual marriage began to change its flavor.

"Camellia, why are you ignoring me today?"

"Why do I want to see you every single day?"

Wait... why has my contract husband become so clingy after marriage?!

Is this still supposed to be that cold, ruthless business alliance?