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Chasing The Fierce Heiress

Chasing The Fierce Heiress

He stole her first kiss on their first encounter, and she accused him of being perverted and arrogant. Her straightforward personality hooked his interest despite the danger ahead. He announced a surrogacy competition to draw her towards him. She left no option but to join the competition only to find out he’s the same person she gave a great lesson he’d never forget. Trapped to the trick played by this ruthless billionaire, she played along with his game and became his wife. His dark secrets gradually unfold, destroying and drowning them into the deep abyss. He suddenly disappeared from her life, but another stranger came in. She could feel his warmth, and they kissed. Warm tears began to roll down from her eyes, soaking the white cloth over them. When he felt her heat tears, he panicked instantly. He did not know why, but he did not want to see her cry. “Darling, don’t cry...” He let go of her, his fingers gently touching her hair. “I won’t touch you, I won’t touch you anymore, okay?” She cried more violently, and she said in a choked voice, “Don’t talk!” “... Why?” He was a bit stunned. Gently biting her lip, she could not help saying, “When, when you talk, you sound like him very much...” He’s so gentle and dotes on her. When he spoke, she even felt that it was not another person, but her husband Joshua stood next to her. Even the way he kissed her was so similar... It was not until this moment that Hazel realized how much she missed Joshua. Without him accompanying her, every day of waiting was such a difficult time for her. She was not afraid of waiting. Even if she had to wait for a long time, she would cherish it. But she was scared that she could never see his figure anymore, even if she had waited for him all her life. Would she find out the truth that lies behind this strange person? Would she forgive if she knew how he played a perfect game called- LOVE and REVENGE!
THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?
The Husband Who Threw Me Away

The Husband Who Threw Me Away

I was Elara, an orphaned girl embraced by foster parents, now the wife of Julian Vance. Our marriage, two years strong, coincided with a miraculous turnaround in Julian's health and fortune, earning me the quiet title of the family' s 'lucky charm' . But then, my estranged half-sister, Chloe – the one my wealthy biological family kept – dramatically reappeared. She accused me, with theatrical tears, of manipulating everyone and driving her away. Julian, without a moment's hesitation or a single glance at my visibly rounded stomach, cast me aside, his face a mask of cold fury. I was banished to a desolate 'wellness retreat,' a euphemism for a hellhole where public humiliation was daily bread and I endured three years of unspeakable degradation. There, alone on a cold floor, I tragically lost our unborn baby. Upon my return, a mere husk, I overheard Julian dismiss me as a discarded 'rabbit's foot,' and shortly after, Chloe set fire to the boathouse where she'd confined me, intending to burn me alive. The crushing weight of their betrayal hit harder than any physical blow: I was never Julian' s wife, never family; just a disposable vessel for their 'luck,' discarded once my purpose was seemingly served. How could Julian, my own husband, be so blind, so callous? And what kind of monster actively orchestrates another's living hell, then tries to erase them entirely? But I refused to be extinguished. Pulled from the literal and metaphorical ashes by my loving foster parents, the naive victim they knew perished that night. From the remnants of despair, a new Elara rose, transforming their small farm into 'Elara' s Harvest,' a thriving empire built on integrity and true strength – ready for vengeance, or perhaps, something far more satisfying.
On Her Wedding Day, His Death Began

On Her Wedding Day, His Death Began

I was Ethan Miller, a boy from a trailer park, who married into the impossibly wealthy Vanderbilt family. My life with Vicky was a gilded cage – opulent, yes, but undeniably a prison. My stutter, a constant echo of my humble beginnings, always made me feel like an outsider in her world. But nothing prepared me for the day Vicky believed I'd abducted her ‘lover,' Julian Astor. Her voice, usually just sharp, turned venomous. She threatened to destroy my only family, my beloved grandparents, if I didn't produce him. And then, I watched, live on a screen, as a bulldozer tore apart their cherished farm. My frail grandmother collapsed. Vicky laughed, blaming me for every single splinter. From then on, I was a ghost in her mansion, silently enduring her escalating cruelty. She publicly humiliated me with leaked, shameful photos of my past. She had me doused with garbage at a lavish party. She framed me for poisoning Julian, then forced me to drain my own blood to save him. Finally, she threw me into a decrepit, cockroach-infested basement, filled with the rancid smell of my deepest traumas. How could love morph into such a grotesque instrument of torture? Was this her way of molding me, or just pure sadism? With nothing left to lose, only one desperate thought remained: freedom, at any cost. As Vicky married Julian, live-streamed directly to my dark prison, I swallowed an experimental drug. I hoped for a final, peaceful escape. But my ‘death' was just the beginning of her utter ruin.
Stolen Crown: The Heiress Reclaims

Stolen Crown: The Heiress Reclaims

I was Ava Chen, a senior software engineer at NovaTech Dynamics, deliberately hiding my true identity. My secret: I was the legitimate heir to the tech giant, Chen Legacy Holdings, meticulously planning to reclaim my father' s empire after his recent death. My engagement to NovaTech' s CEO, Mark Olsen, was simply a strategic facade. Then Mark introduced Jess Riley, a new intern he hailed as a coding prodigy. She was my younger half-sister, the daughter of the woman my father left my mother for-the woman who shattered our lives. Mark, completely oblivious, assigned me to mentor Jess. Instead, Jess constantly undermined me, taking half-baked ideas directly to Mark, who praised her "initiative." When I submitted a professional review detailing her incompetence, Mark publicly tore it up. He then humiliated me, promoting Jess to my Project Lead role and demoting me to junior coding, telling me to "learn a thing or two." The ultimate betrayal came when our flagship project' s database was wiped. Jess, feigning innocent tears, subtly framed me, and Mark, consumed by her manipulative lies, claimed she was my father' s true heir. He pulled the server plug, screaming accusations of corporate espionage, and had me arrested on the spot. I stood there, utterly speechless, the man I thought I loved, completely deluded, sacrificing me for her. The faint scar on my collarbone, a memento from a childhood accident engineered by Jess' s mother, throbbed with cold fury. They thought they had broken me. They had no idea who they were truly dealing with. Hours later, my discreetly retained legal team had me released, all charges dropped. My carefully laid plans, years in the making, were now brutally accelerated. The quiet reclamation strategy was over. It was time for a ruthless, full-scale war to take back everything that was rightfully mine.
The Bet That Broke The Hayes

The Bet That Broke The Hayes

My step-sister Brittany’s graduation party quickly devolved into a public mockery of me. My step-family and ex-boyfriend Jason relentlessly called me “slow” and “worthless.” The scar on my cheek, a constant reminder of Jason’s past negligence, tightened with each cruel word. My stepfather, Richard, then initiated a colossal public bet, wagering $100,000 I wouldn’t get into *any* state college. My stepbrother Kyle bet his Mustang GT on my SAT score being below a thousand, and Jason openly wagered valuable retail spots for Brittany’s assured triumph. They eagerly anticipated my utter public embarrassment over college acceptances and test scores. When I calmly wrote “0” on my estimated SAT sheet, the garden erupted in a deafening, cruel laughter. Jason, feigning disgust, publicly dumped me and added a family heirloom to the mounting betting pile. My step-family gleefully contributed their vacation condo and company shares, convinced of my impending ruin. Then, the official College Board site displayed "SAT Score: 0," unleashing a final, vicious torrent of triumph and online ridicule. My heart felt like cold stone, yet my face remained impassive as I watched their unveiled greed and contempt. They believed my humiliation was complete, oblivious to the technicality behind that "zero" score and the true story of my scar. This public spectacle, designed to destroy me, only hardened my resolve. However, just as my stepfather’s rage peaked, three black sedans arrived, and my formidable grandmother, Eleanor Miller, stepped out. Flanked by admissions deans from Harvard, Stanford, and MIT, she calmly announced my actual, flawless SAT score: a perfect 2400. They further revealed me as a National Merit Scholar and the sole heir to the multi-billion dollar Miller Industries. With their signed betting agreement, the Hayes family’s world was about to spectacularly unravel.