Once again, I encountered Lin Lang, the much-celebrated CEO, while I remained just a small delivery worker. After seven years, I looked up at this familiar yet unfamiliar handsome and unruly face, feeling stunned and flustered. He, on the other hand, was calm and composed, with a slight smile curving on the corners of his mouth: "Yu Jing, what a coincidence..." In this world, there are not so many coincidences; everything is meticulously planned. We both have another identity: he is a leader involved in organized crime, while I am an undercover agent.
When I met Kevan Todd again, he was the CEO everyone admired, while I was merely a delivery person.
Seven years had passed, and looking up at his familiar yet distant, handsome and carefree face, I found myself feeling both stunned and flustered.
He remained calm and composed, smiling slightly at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Cathryn Sutton, what a coincidence."
But in this world, there were no such coincidences; everything was meticulously planned.
Both of us had another identity. He was a crime boss, and I was an undercover agent.
As the door opened, I placed the delivery on the secretary's desk and said, "Lady, I'd really appreciate a five-star review!"
Then I turned to leave, only to hear a voice behind me, "Hey, you, stop right there!"
I pretended I didn't know who he was calling, and I didn't pause for a moment.
He quickly caught up and grabbed me, causing me to stumble almost into his arms. I kept my head down, apologizing repeatedly, "I'm sorry."
The next second, he steadied me, lifting my chin to make me look at him.
"Kevan?" Seven years had passed, and looking up at his familiar yet distant, handsome and carefree face, I found myself feeling both stunned and flustered.
He remained calm and composed, smiling slightly at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Cathryn, what a coincidence."
For a moment, I didn't know what to say. I raised the delivery box in my hand and whispered, "It is a coincidence...I, I have to deliver this..."
"Deliver what?" He was always impatient, grabbing the delivery box from my hand and naturally pulling me into his office.
His office was spacious and luxurious, with sunlight streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the city. This building was renowned as the most prestigious building in the city, and his office was located on the best floor. Even the smallest ornament on his desk was a testament to his status and position, clearly reflecting how things had changed.
Now, he was the CEO of Todd Group, a well-known figure in the city, while I was just a mere delivery person. The disparity in our statuses made things undeniably awkward.
He lit a cigarette, casually sitting on the desk, blowing a smoke ring as he glanced at me and then at the delivery box on the coffee table, his expression and tone somewhat disdainful.
"What happened? Why are you doing this?"
I nervously tugged at the hem of my shirt, unsure how to answer.
He immediately followed up, "Didn't you get into the Police Academy? What are you doing now? Role-playing? Experiencing life? Undercover work?"
A barrage of questions left me increasingly embarrassed. He was always like this, never considering others' situations or difficulties, speaking bluntly, especially with me.
I quietly replied, "I dropped out."
I didn't want to continue facing him, or rather not knowing how to face him, so I picked up the delivery box from the coffee table, ready to leave.
But he seemed to predict my move, grabbing my hand before I could leave. With a smile, or perhaps a bit gloating, he looked at me and said, "Dropped out? Who was it back then that urged me to study hard? I thought you were going to be a rising star in the police force."
Of course, it was me, a spur-of-the-moment decision.
We were middle school classmates. I was short and studious, always sitting in the front row, while he was tall, never studied, and always slept in the back row. Although we were in the same class, we had never spoken a word to each other. We were essentially strangers.
Until one day, he asked to borrow some money from me. Saying "borrow" sounded polite; in reality, he was just demanding it, and I was fully aware he wouldn't pay it back.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"