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Regretful CEO: Chasing Lost Love

Regretful CEO: Chasing Lost Love

Carolyn's mother died in childbirth when she was born, and her father soon married her stepmother and gave birth to her younger sister, Julie. Carolyn grew up being bullied by them and only the maid, Stephanie, was kind to her. Ellis is the illegitimate son of the Logan family, he grew up living a hard life, not accepted and recognized by them. As an adult, with his intelligence and hard work, Ellis made a lot of successful businesses and became a famous young CEO within seven years. Carolyn was drugged by Julian at her graduation party and had sex with Ellis in a confused way. Julie is jealous that Carolyn has been engaged to Herbert, the young master of the Logan family, since she was a child, so Julie seduces Herbert and deliberately sets out to make Carolyn and Ellis have an entanglement. The pressure of public opinion and Herbert's betrayal force Carolyn to offer to break off the engagement. After the breakup, Herbert shamelessly continues to pester Carolyn. Julie and Susan, who is in love with Ellis, conspire to keep setting Carolyn up. Carolyn is brave, and she gets through it again and again. Ellis likes Carolyn and has always been by her side to protect her silently. They went through a lot of things to finally get together. Carolyn gave a lot to Ellis's career and even lost the job she loved. She was expecting Ellis to propose to her, but all she got was a breakup. It turns out that the feud between their parents and other bad guys set them apart. Carolyn was in so much pain that she lost everything, including her lover, her family and her career. During her most painful time, Jeffrey, an artist, was with her and took care of her. After rejuvenating herself, Carolyn decides to leave the city to live again, and she goes to study and live abroad with her best friend Betty. In the foreign country, she meets Parker, a wise and talented businessman. Ellis has been looking for Carolyn for four years, and he regrets abandoning her and hopes to get her forgiveness. In these four years, Ellis has done only two things, and that is to find Carolyn and take away everything from the people who framed Carolyn. He worked desperately to gain more power and money, and then got rid of one enemy after another. As soon as his subordinates find out any news about Carolyn, Ellis will immediately stop what he is doing to pay attention to the news. Four years later, Carolyn became a famous designer and brought back a lovely child. Her upbringing has made her even more attractive. She is no longer the easily bullied Carolyn she used to be, and she always has plenty of ways to deal with those who are mean to her. Ellis pursues her with enthusiasm. Will they be able to get in touch with their misunderstanding and fall in love again? Or will Caroline choose between Jeffrey, who cures her pain, and Parker, a nobleman? There are many more exciting stories of the supporting characters, so don't miss them.
The Neglected Wife's Return To The Top

The Neglected Wife's Return To The Top

For three years, I maintained the flawless image of Mrs. Clark Saunders, believing my husband's polite distance was just his form of respect. That was until I overheard him in the garden, confessing that he only married me to stay in the estate and protect his late brother's widow, Kathryn. When Kathryn fainted, Clark shoved me aside to rush to her. He immediately moved the widow and her spoiled son into the suite next door. When the boy deliberately shattered the only photograph of my dead parents, Clark simply scolded me. "Ana, he's just a child. Are you really going to throw a grieving woman and her son out?" On our third anniversary, he abandoned me at a ruthless high-society gala to buy Kathryn a six-million-dollar diamond necklace. As punishment for my husband's absence, my strict family matriarch forced me to stand outside in a freezing blizzard in a thin evening gown. Clark didn't care if I froze to death; he was busy comforting his crying sister-in-law in a luxury hotel. I had always thought he just needed time. But I overheard him tell Kathryn he had never touched me because he was "saving himself" for her. I wasn't a wife. I was a convenient shield, a piece of furniture in their twisted love story. But they underestimated me. I tricked him into signing divorce papers hidden in a stack of charity documents. I packed my bags, demanded my six million dollars, and walked out the door. It was time they learned what a real crisis looked like.
The Billionaire’s Contract: Revenge On My Ex

The Billionaire’s Contract: Revenge On My Ex

I was a top-tier model with a fiancé I trusted to manage every cent I earned. I thought we were building a life together until a blown fuse at the studio sent me home twenty minutes early. The silence of the penthouse was broken by a trail of clothes: Haywood’s silk tie, then a red-soled stiletto that belonged to Brandy, the girl I had mentored like a sister. Through the bedroom door, I watched the man I loved tell his mistress that I was "yesterday's news" while they tangled in the sheets I had picked out six months ago. I didn't scream; I just turned to leave, but the betrayal went deeper than the bedroom. When I checked my banking app, my balance was exactly $12.45. Haywood had liquidated every holding account and savings entry I owned, using a "tax strategy" he’d convinced me of to steal my entire past. Within hours, the man who robbed me was planting stories in the press, claiming I was having a drug-fueled breakdown. He wanted me penniless, homeless, and discredited so no one would believe the truth. He even tried to force me into a "rehab" facility to silence me forever while he promoted his pregnant mistress. I stood on a New York curb with nothing left but a desperate, insane idea born from a headline on my phone. Isham Rhodes, the most ruthless CEO in the city, needed a wife by thirty to keep his empire, and I needed a shield to survive mine. "Mr. Rhodes, I hear you need a puppet," I said, intercepting him in the rain outside City Hall. "I don't want your love. I want a legal document that makes me untouchable." He didn't ask for a romance; he asked for my ID. Now, with a billionaire’s black card in my pocket and a marriage certificate in my hand, I’m going back to the agency to take back everything they stole. The war has just begun.
The Invisible Wife's Billionaire Revenge

The Invisible Wife's Billionaire Revenge

My world crumbled the day I held my death sentence in my hands. My husband, Sebastian, thought I was strong, a socialite wife who had "everything." He didn't know my body was already betraying me, just like he was. At twenty-five, I was Catherine Vanderbilt, wife to a Manhattan titan, but my body was quietly giving up. A doctor's report confirmed it: critical kidney failure, a terrifying secret whispering through my veins. My marriage, a fragile dance of silence, felt like it was balanced on a knife's edge. When I tried to talk about starting a family, Sebastian dismissed me as greedy, comparing me to his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Serena. Then, on our anniversary, a panicked call from Serena sent him rushing out, leaving me alone with my pain and the terrifying truth of my failing health. He didn't come home, returning only to give me a diamond bracelet – a golden shackle. He made me sign an NDA, legally binding me to silence as he hired Serena, bringing her into our company. I found them in his office, Serena wearing an identical bracelet, openly flaunting our shared humiliation. During an elevator breakdown, he comforted her panic attack, ignoring my own terror. Later, Serena "accidentally" scalded my hand, and Sebastian rushed to her side, leaving me burned, invisible, and alone. I was dying, yet he saw me as strong, while his ex, whose life he'd "broken," received all his care. How could he be so blind? How could I be so utterly dispensable? After a fleeting night of intimacy, Serena's feigned suicide threat lured him away again. The next morning, my world crashed completely: my entire fashion collection, my soul's work, was stolen and leaked by Serena, using Sebastian's company cloud. As the betrayal hit, a sharp pain tore through my back, blood trickled from my nose, and I collapsed, utterly broken, while my stolen designs blazed across the screens.
No Longer A Double: The Queen's Return

No Longer A Double: The Queen's Return

Chloe Foster gave up her dazzling supermodel career to marry the man she loved. On the eve of their wedding, she excitedly brought a rare vintage watch to their penthouse to surprise her fiancé, Evan. But when she pushed the door open, she didn't hear his happy laughter. Instead, she heard familiar, muffled giggles coming from the master bedroom. Through the cracked door, she saw Evan tangled in the sheets with her best friend, Mika. The velvet box slipped from her numb fingers, the antique watch shattering on the hardwood floor. Evan scrambled to cover himself, stammering pathetic excuses about it being a drunken mistake. But Mika didn't even flinch. She lazily stroked her flat stomach and smirked. "Don't blame him, Chloe. After all, I'm carrying his child." A wave of suffocating nausea churned in Chloe's stomach. The man she loved and the best friend she trusted had turned her sacrifices into a cruel, humiliating joke, plotting to discard her the moment they got what they wanted. But she didn't scream, and she didn't cry. A terrifying, absolute calm washed over her. She turned her back on the pathetic pair, walked out into the freezing rain, and headed straight to City Hall to cancel her marriage license. There, she saw a cold, intimidating stranger—Damien Knight, the undisputed king of the entertainment world—waiting for a bride who had just stood him up. With a shattered heart and a spine of steel, Chloe walked right up to the billionaire. "Your bride didn't show. My groom ran off. So, what do you say? Marry me instead?"
Reborn From Ashes: Loving My Ruthless Husband

Reborn From Ashes: Loving My Ruthless Husband

I spent my whole life trying to escape my terrifying billionaire husband, Damian Blackwood, trusting the sweet lies of my stepsister and my secret lover, Chase. But on the night I finally eloped, Chase locked me inside an abandoned, burning warehouse. Through the deafening crackle of the fire, my stepsister's mocking laughter echoed, revealing I was nothing but a disposable key to my family's vault. As the blistering heat peeled the skin from my bones, a figure tore through the wall of fire. It was Damian. The man I had drugged, fought, and betrayed shoved burning steel aside with his bare, sizzling hands to reach me. When the ceiling groaned and collapsed, he threw his massive body over mine, taking the crushing weight of a flaming beam directly on his back. Hot, thick blood dripped from his mouth onto my cheek. "I will always protect you." He whispered his final vow as his lifeless weight collapsed against me. Crushing, absolute regret suffocated me in the dark. I had leaked his company secrets and treated him like a monster, yet he died a tragic, agonizing death just to shield me from my own foolish choices. Then, a violent rush of freezing air hit my lungs, and my eyes snapped open. I wasn't staring at a burning ceiling, but the familiar crystal chandelier of our penthouse, exactly three years in the past. My phone lit up with a text from Chase, urging me to hurry to the garden for our elopement. A cold, calculating smirk replaced my tears. I deleted the message, slipped into a fragile silk nightgown, and prepared to repay my husband's bloody sacrifice by utterly destroying our enemies.