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.
I sincerely hope these modifications will not detract from your reading experience, but rather enhance the richness and intrigue of the story. Thank you for your understanding and acceptance as we continue to explore this fascinating world together.
Warm regards,
[Daisy]

"Jane, get a divorce."
The man who controlled New York's economic lifeline, Ethan Quinn, leaned down and whispered in my ear at the glittering gala.
His breath was warm, his voice deep, like an irresistible command.
"I know how much you're suffering... and I can help you."
I should have been wary.
But when those deep, ink-dark eyes gazed at me, I inexplicably found myself asking: "What's your condition?"
His lips curved slightly upward, his fingertip gently tracing the rim of my wine glass, leaving me with words that made my heart stop—
"After your divorce, marry me."
I didn't understand why he chose me—a woman used as a tool for revenge by her husband, a failure who couldn't even maintain her own marriage.
Until that day, when I witnessed with my own eyes the man who once vowed to love me entangled with someone else in a hotel bed, I finally understood—this marriage had been hell from the beginning.
I filed for divorce but was threatened and coerced, and even my beloved family was dragged into this power struggle.
With nowhere to turn, I accepted Ethan's terms.
He resolved everything with swift efficiency, and I finally broke free from my chains.
But this time, I vowed never to be anyone's accessory again.
I gave Ethan the cold shoulder, rejected his advances, and poured all my passion into my career.
I thought a tycoon like him would surely become furious and make me pay the price, but he didn't—he just waited quietly, watching me with those bottomless eyes, as if saying: Jane, you can't escape me.
Facing Ethan's relentless pursuit and gentle offensive, I eventually let my heart waver.
Ironically, my contemptible ex-husband had seemingly transformed into a different person, kneeling daily outside my apartment door, begging for my forgiveness and reconciliation.
Forgiveness? Did he deserve it?
Until that night, when Ethan leaned tiredly against the headboard, his bangs falling carelessly—in that moment, my heart suddenly trembled.
That silhouette, that expression, overlapped with a figure from my childhood memories.
As he slowly revealed the story of how we first met, sealed memories came flooding back like a tide.
All along, his reason for marrying me wasn't revenge or personal gain, but simply to love me properly...