How could she escape from his grasp?

When she married five years ago, she knew that her husband was still thinking about his first love. He pinched her chin and said, "You're just a substitute. Other than money, don't even dream about getting anything else." She had thought that as long as she tried to be good to him, he would eventually be moved and fall in love with her. Later on, she realized that it was impossible for a man to fall in love with someone just because he was moved. Five years after their marriage, his first love came back. He wanted a divorce and wanted her to have an abortion. ***

“I need you to go to New York and pretend to be your twin sister.” That was the command Laila Fiorenza’s father gave her when her sister ran away from home just days before she had to meet her betrothed, the handsome, party-going, Greek shipping magnate, Nikos Pallis. But after being jilted in a previous betrothal, Laila had only one wish, which is to never be the second choice in love again. So, eager to go back to her sheltered life in Sicily and unwilling to do what her father commands, Laila comes clean to Nikos about the farce, hoping he would call off the wedding. However, Nikos had other plans, and he might just be willing to grant her wish.

The blind CEO was actually married. This was big news!The whole company speculated about who the CEO's bride was, and there was a great deal of debate. As a junior employee of the company, she felt a headache coming on. How could she be so hot-headed that she could 'suddenly' become the CEO's wife? "I'll pay for your uncle's medical expenses." The CEO pointed to the cheque on the sofa. "The contract will be for two months. Two million will be yours when it expires." The CEO pointed to the prenuptial agreement at the side. Warm: There is no "cooperation" that cannot be negotiated, if there is, it can only mean that the other party's "sincerity" is not enough. Looking at the lady who signed the contract readily, the CEO's lips curled up. "You fell into my trap. Little thing, do you still want to run away?"

For the sake of Qiao family's reputation and your sister's happiness, Qiao Huan chose to marry for her sister ... The victim of a commercial marriage!

She was the bride he had bought, the shadow of someone else, his unattainable consolation. Xia Ran, who had been sold to a wealthy family. Who in the world had fallen into true love first? While he loved her to the bone, Xia Ran fled in panic, taking his three months of pregnancy with him to another place. When they met again, he swore, he would never let her escape from him. ... 

They had been married for three years, and they had also acted for three years.Smiling in front of others was akin to walking a strange road in front of others.She was just his facade, a doll he controlled.He spent every night with his sleeping woman. What she had was only the chilly moonlight and the spacious bed."I want a divorce!"At the public dinner party, she removed her disguise and announced her decision.He leaned close to her ear and growled fiercely, "Yuanzhi Rou, do you want to die?"She smiled. "Yes, I do."The heartache spread bit by bit, looking at the man in front of her who was deeply in love with her."Even if I die, I can't lose my face!" There was no emotion in his cold voice."Want a divorce? If you can last a month, I'll sign it. "A month of torture, what had truly worn away was the remaining love in her heart.Taking what belonged to him, he pushed open the door and performed with the woman. The woman's hair spread out like seaweed on the bed that once belonged to her.As someone who had just left home, she had nothing to offer. As someone who lived like a prince, she had no choice but to lower her head and work at a flower shop.Twenty days later, at his wedding, with his arm around the beautiful bride and her face smeared with ridiculous mud, he handed a bouquet of bride flowers to the beautiful woman.Did love exist? Perhaps he had already forgotten how to hate!He looked at the woman walking out of the auditorium and felt a twinge in his heart ...