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The Billionaire's Broken Wife Walks Away

The Billionaire's Broken Wife Walks Away

For ten years, I lived a lie. I was Jocelyn Anderson, wife of hotel heir Ethan Lester, living a gilded life everyone envied, but truly, I was a ghost in a cage, bound by a desperate contract to save my foster sister, Sylvia. Every public humiliation, every tabloid photo of Ethan with another woman, I endured for her. Then, at one of Ethan' s lavish yacht parties, I found him, laughing, openly caressing the woman by his side. It wasn't a stranger this time; it was Sylvia. My sister, the very reason for my decade of sacrifice, looking up at him with adoration as he introduced her, loud enough for everyone to hear, as "my wife's best friend." The world around me blurred as their cruel laughter echoed. My husband and my sister, the two people I had given everything for, had publicly betrayed me in the most devastating way imaginable. I stood there, watching Sylvia flinch but not pull away, a mix of guilt and defiance in her eyes. The pain was so sharp, so absolute, it felt liberating. How could the one person I had literally given my life for, the one person who knew the truth of my unbearable existence, turn around and stab me in the back like this? How blind had I been to not see the rot underneath the surface of my entire world? But in that shattering moment, when everything I had built crumbled to dust, a cold, quiet resolve solidified. My mask of indifference fell away. I looked Ethan straight in the eye and said, for the first time in ten years, "Ethan, let's get a divorce."
My Heiress Life, My System

My Heiress Life, My System

Chapter 1 of my life was a fairy tale: Jocelyn Todd, orphan no more, adopted by the wealthy Scott family and about to marry a charming scion. My engagement party was a lavish spectacle, a testament to the love and affection I' d finally found. Standing beside my "protective" older brother, Andrew, watching my fiancé Ethan across the lawn, I finally felt loved, complete. But then, as I took my first step towards my future, my world fractured. Bright, glowing text flooded my vision, overlaying the perfect scene: "LOL, she' s actually crying. A few worthless stock certificates and she' s totally fooled. So naive." My family' s affectionate smiles transformed into chilling masks as I read on, discovering their monstrous plan. The year of love was a performance, and I was merely a prop to boost their "Likeability Score." Once official, they'd frame me for a corporate crime, strip me of everything, and dispose of me, all to benefit Gabby, their real "daughter." The warmth in my chest turned to ice. They weren't just betraying me; they were orchestrating my destruction. My "parents," "brother," and fiancé-all in on it. They saw me as a disposable pawn, intended for a tragic, convenient "accident." The thought of facing this chilling reality, alone and betrayed, was paralyzing. But then, a defiant spark ignited. My tears weren't of gratitude anymore, but of cold, hard resolve. I still clutched the portfolio of "worthless" stock, and a new comment flashed: "The certificates are fakes!..." It was all a lie. I took a deep breath, the trembling in my voice purely intentional. "Before we make it official," I smiled sweetly, holding up the portfolio, "could we have the family lawyer notarize this transfer right now?" The panic on their faces, the sudden plummet of their "score," confirmed everything. My supposed doom was their control. This wasn't merely survival; it was war.
The Comeback Heiress

The Comeback Heiress

My eyes flew open, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying memory-a visceral replay of my own brutal death. My inherited room was familiar, luxurious, yet the images flickering behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted metal car wreck, my own choked screams echoing in a silent void. Before that, the faces of those who had meticulously orchestrated my demise flashed into view. Izzy Vance, my father's "charity case," who wore my family's legacy and my triumphs like her own skin. Channing "Chad" Astor III, my indifferent fiancé, his eyes dismissing me as a mere stepping stone. Even my own brother, Harrison, looking right through me, his ruthless ambition a cold, sharp blade that cut me down. They hadn't just killed me; they had systematically dismantled my life, piece by hateful piece, before ending it all in a fiery crash that was no accident, but a calculated murder. And now, inexplicably, I was back. 21 again. On the precise day my public downfall began in that wretched past life. The day of the infamous "Starlight Seraph" necklace incident, the manufactured tantrum, and tailored narrative that branded me as jealous and unstable. The memory of their insidious treachery, of being utterly played, burned with an acidic clarity. Why was I sent back to this cruel inflection point? How could I have been so blind? The injustice was a suffocating shroud, but beneath it, a freezing rage began to ignite. But no. Not this time. This time, there would be no tears, no agonizing screams. This time, I would not just survive. This time, I would utterly win.
His Blind Revenge

His Blind Revenge

"Why am I here, Ariv?", She asked him while clutching her clothes tightly. She was nervous because She was alone with the beast. "For Welcoming your death", He said as his gazes were screaming and sending chills down her spine. "Death?", She murmured and her breathing labored because of his words and those intense gaze. Ariv chuckled darkly when he saw fear, pain, and panic in her black eyes. Sweats started to form on her forehead. "I don't want to die", She thought and stared back into his chocolate brown eyes which held power and ruthlessness. It was clear to her now that her cover was blown away. "You're a Beast", She shouted at him but he laughed sinisterically. While looking at her and replied in his monotone voice, "I'm worse than the BEAST. ~Ariv Arjun Kashyap (Fai) is 20 years old, the youngest Quadruplet of Arjun and Pashika Kashyap, and is a complete Bad Boy with a Rough and Tough Personality. He loves his family and his baby sister is his heart. A straightforward BEAST who always says to the point whether you like it or not? But something went wrong in his life when someone dared to hurt his baby sister and now BEAST is raging in fire to take his Revenge. ~ChitraGandha Aggarwal twenty-two-year-old Beauty is trapped in the world of darkness and searching for the light. What will happen when they clash or unknowingly BEAUTY herself gets trapped in the unseen world of the BEAST? One is Fire 'Beast' & Another one is Water 'Beauty' In all these games of revenge, ChitraGandha has a secret hidden in her heart and doesn't want anyone to know about this but Beast is ready to unveil every secret of her in the journey of HIS BLIND REVENGE. [Mature Content 18+, age gap, dark romance, Mystery/ thriller]. Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️
Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

[WARNING 18+] This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression. - "Do you know how much I wished you wouldn't come near me, or even... touch me?" Zeath drones on. "All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl-like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another." "We?" I croak out. Then Zeath's fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better. "Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it's your choice." >>>>> When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner. Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her-a child Zeath didn't deserve. She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath's only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child's lives once more?