A mistress is often perceived as the antagonist of marriage but for once, can a mistress be the protagonist of her own story? Harriet Ivien Tuffin is a 26-year-old girl who has almost everything – a decent family, a stable job, a continuous paycheck and most especially, a mature boyfriend, Althird Grange Miller. All are going smoothly in her life – they already have plans for their marriage, they are both open with their families and they are both striving hard for their dreams. But things slowly became rough when they celebrated their seven years of being together. As time passes by, Vien is already seeing the flaws of their relationship and becoming hopeless because of their situation. She spent a lot of time getting clues and connecting signs in order to discover the truth behind the drastic change of their relationship. All throughout, she expected that there’s another woman in Third’s life, and she was not mistaken. But what surprised her the most is.. The man who’s been with him for so long is married to someone. And she is not that someone. Rather, she is the other woman. She is the mistress.

Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco boys? No? That’s surprising. They’re kind of hard to miss — handsome, cocky, adrenaline junkies with billions of followers on YouTube, doing death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah … those guys. But … these stories ain’t really about them. Not exactly. They’re about the girls who get pulled into their chaos … and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend… and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I’m one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules — his rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That’s how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn’t do blondes. He doesn’t do promises. And he sure as hell doesn’t do me. His best friend’s little sister. You should understand — I didn’t choose this. No. He shattered me first. And maybe I’ve hated him ever since … or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because hate … it starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. And here’s the thing about my family…the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn’t shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I learn real fast that evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She’s a cruel bitch. But I’m not the girl who breaks. I’m the one who burns. And I’m going to break every damn rule to get what I want.

That year, Kathleen tried everything to marry the man she loved, Marshall. She thought it would be the beginning of happiness, but unexpectedly learned that Marshall married herself just because she has a similar face to the woman who died seven years ago. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into this man's heart. Kathleen did not want to be his high-class prostitute,she took a paper divorce and the child in the womb, determined to leave, but met with a plane crash ...... Five years later, Marshall met the woman he thought was long dead . He had never sounded so gentle before, "Kathleen, where is our child?" She smiled sarcastically, "Aborted!" He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, "Since you aborted our child, you must compensate me for a new one."