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A Miao

18 Published Stories

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Five Years Of Lies: The Wife's Awakening

Five Years Of Lies: The Wife's Awakening

 Modern
5.0
To an orphan like me, the Donovans’ approval was oxygen. I thought I was living a fairy tale as Ivan’s fiancée, finally finding a place to land. That illusion shattered the night I overheard my future father-in-law whisper behind a study door. "We can't keep paying Kayla forever. If this comes out, it ruins the merger." The name hung in the air like toxic smoke. Driven by a sickening gut feeling, I dug deeper. I found a tuition bill for a prestigious kindergarten for a boy named Leo—paid for by the Donovans. I disguised myself as a pest control worker and infiltrated the address on the bill. Inside the playroom of a massive mansion, I found the smoking gun. It wasn’t a receipt. It was a commissioned oil painting. It depicted my fiancé, Ivan, smiling with his arm around a beautiful woman, a young boy standing between them. The plaque read: *Our Happy Family - 2023.* They weren't just cheating; they were living a parallel life. They thought I was just the naive, grateful scholarship student who would never look too closely. They were wrong. At our lavish fifth-anniversary party, in front of five hundred of Manhattan's elite, Ivan waited for my loving toast. Instead, I signaled the AV booth. The giant screen behind us flickered to life. But it didn't show our wedding photos. It showed the painting. And then, I played the recordings.
The Jilted Mafia Bride And Her Rise

The Jilted Mafia Bride And Her Rise

 Mafia
5.0
As I raised my crystal flute to toast our mafia wedding, my fiancé made an unexpected announcement. Christian publicly declared to a room of hardened killers that he was abandoning our joint promotion and our vows for a low-level smuggler named Lilith. "I am not going to Paris. As a Soldier, I cannot sit back and watch her fail." He claimed she was a helpless orphan who desperately needed his protection. He tore up my official transfer papers and accused me of sabotaging her business out of jealousy. He even gave her my bespoke silk wedding dress and my antique betrothal pearl comb to parade around at a syndicate gala. While I stood completely alone at our Union Ceremony, he was staging intimate photos in her bed to post on the Family's network. I became the ultimate punchline of the underworld, a discarded Queen replaced by a weeping pawn. I couldn't understand how four years of blood oaths and my unwavering loyalty could be ground to dust for a manipulative parasite's cheap theatrics. So, I stopped waiting. I packed my weapons, boarded the private jet to Paris alone, and walked straight into the arms of the lethal Underboss who had been waiting for me all along.
My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

 Romance
5.0
I spent two years being the perfect girlfriend. Baking birthday cakes. Planning surprise parties. Never asking too many questions-until I walked in on my boyfriend Kevin and my best friend Natalie in my bed. No tears. No screaming. Just the cold clatter of my keys hitting the floor and the final swipe of my thumb erasing him from my life forever. I drove through the rain with nowhere to go-until a man stumbled out of the darkness and into my headlights. Andrew Espinoza was soaked, broke, and homeless. The heir to a billion-dollar empire, disowned by his father for refusing an arranged marriage. He had nothing but the wet suit on his back and a dead phone in his pocket. I should have driven away. Instead, I shoved two hundred dollars into his hand and told him to get in. Now he's sleeping on my couch, wearing my dad's pajamas, pretending to be my boyfriend for my nosy mother. It's a simple arrangement: I pay him. He plays the part. He gets a roof over his head. No questions. No feelings. Strictly business. But the man who grew up with silver spoons doesn't know how to boil water. And I, fresh off a two-year lie, don't know how to trust again. When Andrew looks at me with those dark, unreadable eyes-when he steps between me and the wreckage of my old life without hesitation-I start to wonder: Is he still acting? Or is the line between fake and real starting to blur? "I'd marry her tomorrow. But a decision that important... I'm leaving it entirely up to Alexis." He said that to my mom. I felt it in my chest.
Unwanted By The Alpha, Destined For The Wraith

Unwanted By The Alpha, Destined For The Wraith

 Werewolf
5.0
For three years, I was the dutiful, wolfless Luna of the Stone Pack. My family's immense wealth funded my Alpha mate's entire empire, keeping his pack from ruin. But today, Angelo brought a human judge's daughter into our bedroom. "I am taking Cecelia as my chosen mate," he declared. He expected me to step aside, quietly manage their finances, and accept his mistress as a "sister." When I refused, his family mocked me as a defective burden. They thought because I had no inner wolf, I was powerless. They had already embezzled my dying mother's blood money to court his human fling, and now Angelo threatened to starve my younger siblings if I didn't submit. They wanted to keep me as a captive ATM while parading the new Luna. He thought an Alpha's command would crush me. He forgot that he built his entire title on the sacred Blood Oath he swore to my dying mother. How could he be so arrogant to bite the very hand that kept his pathetic pack alive? They thought they had drained my well, completely blind to the fact that I controlled the roots. Since he had been too disgusted to ever Mark me, our bond was useless. I calmly locked down every cent of my trust fund, leaving his pack utterly bankrupt and drowning in debt. Then, I took my mother's ancient token straight to the apex predator of the North—the Lycan King, Damien Blackwood. I wasn't just walking away. I was declaring war.
From Burden To Unstoppable Queen

From Burden To Unstoppable Queen

 Modern
5.0
My fiancé, Caleb Holder, saw me as a burden, a stain on his perfect image. In my past life, his constant cruelty and public humiliation drove me to suicide. After I died, the truth came out. His mistress, Erica, had faked her pregnancy and the miscarriage she blamed on me. While the world celebrated their "true love," I was just a tragic, forgotten fool. But then I opened my eyes. I was back on the night of the gala, moments before Erica would throw herself down the stairs. In a few minutes, Caleb would believe her lies without question, slap me until I bled, and call me a monster in front of his family. "You evil, jealous monster! You tried to kill my child!" Last time, his words destroyed me. This time, they would be my battle cry.
Betrayed By The Don: Her Ultimate Escape

Betrayed By The Don: Her Ultimate Escape

 Mafia
5.0
On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter. Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open. The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?" It was from his mistress, Charlotte. They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement. I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don. To survive, I had to play the part. Alex sat on the bed, feeding me the tainted cake with a loving smile. "Eat up, Jillian," he purred. "It’s to die for." I swallowed every bite of the filth, forcing myself not to vomit until he left the room. The humiliation didn't stop there. I found out our marriage license was void. He publicly bought me a twenty-million-dollar necklace at a gala, then abandoned me to face the debt, forcing me to hand over my grandmother’s earrings as collateral. He even watched calmly as his family beat me for a prank Charlotte orchestrated. But the final blow came when I overheard him planning our "romantic" getaway. "The blizzard hits Friday," he told Charlotte. "It’ll look like a tragic accident. Hypothermia." He thought he was taking a lamb to the slaughter. He didn’t know I had been counting down the days. When we arrived at the cabin and he went to prepare my "accident," I didn't cry. I tossed one of my boots over the cliff edge to stage my death. Then I climbed into the black extraction van waiting in the snow. Alex Bradley thought he had killed his wife. He had no idea he had just set her free.
The Invisible Girlfriend's New Start

The Invisible Girlfriend's New Start

 Modern
3.5
After three years of being the agreeable, invisible girlfriend to my tech CEO boyfriend, Edward, I finally left him. Then Brody Frazier, his charming rival, swept into my life, determined to use me to get under Edward's skin. But at a tech gala, Edward cornered me, publicly declaring his love and flashing a "promise ring" he claimed he'd bought for me weeks ago. He did this right after his high school crush, Jeannette, announced their engagement, and right before he accused me of humiliating him. He insisted his feelings for Jeannette were a "youthful fantasy" and that I was his "anchor," his "stability." He said he loved me. But I remembered the truth. I remembered the small, hand-carved wooden bird he'd once made. A gift he'd had me send to Jeannette years ago, along with a love note he dictated himself. And I knew his desperate confession wasn't love. It was damage control.
From Mafia Wife to Rival's Queen

From Mafia Wife to Rival's Queen

 Mafia
5.0
After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him—all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."
Blinded By Her Betrayal

Blinded By Her Betrayal

 Romance
5.0
The scent of lilies was thick, sweet, and suffocating. It was my wedding day, a grand affair Chloe had meticulously planned, even insisting on a custom-designed lighting fixture for the venue. Then the world exploded: metal twisted, glass shattered, and a crushing impact stole my sight, leaving me in a terrifying void. Chloe stayed by my side, weeping as the doctors delivered their grim prognosis: permanent blindness. She promised to be my "eyes," to take care of me, and swore our extravagant wedding would still happen, a beacon of eternal devotion. Her words were a lifeline in the suffocating dark, and I clung to them, believing in a future where her love would guide me. But then, the flickers started, ghost images resolving into light. My sight was returning, yet an instinct deep inside told me to keep it a secret. I continued to play the blind man, observing, listening, hidden in plain sight. One evening, feigning sleep, I heard Chloe whisper to Mark Stone, her brother-in-law. "Are you sure this was the only way?" she asked. "It was the cleanest way," he murmured, "An accident. Now he's helpless. He'll never find out about us." My heart stopped as I saw Mark kiss her-long and deep-before they spoke of my "inheritance" and a future built on my ruin. They planned it all: the accident, my blindness, my slow, humiliating descent into a "charity case" to be exploited. The betrayal was a physical blow, a cold, black void far worse than any darkness they thought they' d cast me into. They thought me a sightless fool, an easy target. They had no idea who I truly was, or what I was capable of. A silent, burning rage ignited within me, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. They wanted a show? I would give them one tonight at the wedding-a spectacle they would never forget, where their carefully constructed lies would unravel.
The Star Maker's Revenge

The Star Maker's Revenge

 Romance
5.0
I watched the man I loved, the star I' d built from scratch, standing on a stadium stage. My heart hammered, knowing he was about to call me up, to begin our dreamed-of life together. But then he smiled, a brilliant, camera-ready smile that didn' t reach his eyes. "I' d like to welcome to the stage, my fiancée… Nicole Lawrence!" The name hit me like a physical blow as the polished pop-country princess glided out to kiss him. Later, when I confronted him with our old demo tape, he stared at me with cold, empty eyes. "I' m sorry, I don' t know you. You should probably go home." Then I heard his manager whisper: "Good job. The amnesia story is perfect. We can' t have any small-town baggage dragging you down." My blood ran cold. It wasn' t amnesia. It was a choice. I was baggage. The humiliation only escalated. Nicole publicly mocked me, then staged a fall, screaming I pushed her. Caleb rushed to her, snarling, "What the hell is wrong with you, Stella? Get her out of here! She' s poison to my career." Security guards dragged me out, dumping me on the sidewalk. Days later, Nicole broke my father' s beloved guitar, his legacy. And Caleb, seeing her theatrical tears, finished the job, stomping on the splintered wood. He blacklisted my name, starved me of work, and used his fame to have me arrested for a staged poisoning attempt. I became a pariah, selling my father' s precious mementos to survive. How could he do this? How could a lifetime of love and shared dreams be erased so easily? Was I just a forgotten memory, or something worse? Was this all part of a calculated plan, or was he truly that cruel? My world shattered, left homeless and brutally attacked in an alleyway, I lay dying. But then, a shadowy figure appeared, a hand reached down. I woke up in a sterile room, face-to-face with Wesley Hughes, "The Wanderer." He told me the truth: Caleb' s betrayal was a calculated move, and Nicole' s malice was intentional. He had proof. And more importantly, he revealed our fathers' long-lost pact. My father' s legacy, our legacy, was waiting to be reclaimed. This wasn' t the end. This was the beginning of my reckoning.
Erase Me? I'll Erase You

Erase Me? I'll Erase You

 Modern
5.0
The air in the upstairs hallway was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, and I paused, my hand hovering over my bedroom door. For three decades, I was the unseen force behind my husband, the Governor of Texas, building his dynasty brick by painful brick. But then, voices from my son' s room shredded that illusion: my daughters-in-law, their hushed tones revealing a chilling plot. "Stress-induced heart failure within five years," one whispered, detailing my supposed "natural decline" as a pre-programmed exit for a new woman, Sabrina, my husband' s dead college sweetheart' s daughter. My breath hitched-they were discussing a "system" and a payoff for my demise, orchestrated by my own husband and sons. The family I built, the sons I raised, saw me as nothing more than a placeholder, destined to conveniently die so a younger, 'fresher' face could inherit my life. A cold dread, sharp and sickening, turned into a burning rage that pulsed through my veins. They wanted me gone? They wanted a compliant, tragic matriarch? I ripped open the door to Andrew' s room, my voice dangerously calm as I asked, "Tell me more about this 'system' ." They were speechless, frozen in fear, but I wasn't going to die quietly for their convenience. I was going to burn their carefully constructed world down.
The Jilted Bride's Revenge

The Jilted Bride's Revenge

 Romance
5.0
My New York apartment smelled of lilies and roses, and my perfect Hamptons wedding was just three days away. Mark Olsen was everything I'd ever wanted: charming, successful, and devoted. I was about to become Mrs. Mark Olsen, stepping into the solid, perfect future we' d planned. Then a text from an unknown number shattered my world: "Can't believe you're still going through with this sham wedding. Last weekend was proof you belong with ME. Call it off like you promised, or I will. - T." My breath hitched. The words swam before my eyes. Mark was supposedly at a finance conference that very weekend, but my investigative dive into "T" (Tiffany Hayes, his high school ex) revealed glossy photos of her at his hotel, captured during his supposed conference. To add insult to injury, Tiffany was already engaged to another man, Alex Walker. I wasn't just betrayed; I was Mark's desperate fallback plan. Every cherished moment, every promise over our year-long engagement, felt like a sickening, elaborate lie. Why propose, why plan this lavish wedding, if I was just a convenient consolation prize? The thought was humiliating, the destruction of everything I believed our relationship was. My excitement curdled into icy rage. I wouldn't just call off the wedding. I decided to expose them both. This wouldn't be a celebration of love; it would be their public downfall, and I had just the stage for it: our pre-wedding brunch.
My CEO, My Prison

My CEO, My Prison

 Billionaires
3.5
My 30th birthday, and my wife, the brilliant tech CEO Izzy Hayes, was late-again. Living in her opulent New York apartment, I, Ethan Cole, a once-promising surgeon, felt like a ghost, a consequence of a transactional marriage that saved my mother' s life five years ago and simultaneously crushed my own dreams. Fed up with her absolute indifference, I finally decided to break free. I accepted a prestigious surgical fellowship in Germany and served her divorce papers. She signed them on the spot, without a second glance, mistaking them for adoption forms-a brutal testament to how little I meant to her. But escaping Izzy' s orbit proved impossible. Her manipulative ex, Marcus Vance, resurfaced, systematically sabotaging my reputation and career. He staged a fake "assault" at the hospital that got me suspended, and Izzy, completely blind in her work-obsessed world, effortlessly believed his lies, her family joining the cruel chorus, painting me as a jealous villain. Just as my visa was finally approved, offering me a clear path to reclaim my life, I found her waiting at the airport. Tears of frustration blurred my vision as she snatched my passport. "Going somewhere, Ethan Cole?" she smirked, then, with chilling nonchalance, she ripped it in half. "Oops. Clumsy me." She still believed we were married, choosing to live in that delusion even as her own company began to tank due to Marcus' s cunning schemes. "You are my husband," she declared, grabbing my arm, dragging me back into her chaotic, high-stakes world. She forced me to play the role of the devoted spouse, a public facade to salvage her company' s image. Trapped, bewildered, and furious, I knew this wasn't just a crisis for her, but a crucible for me. Can I survive this charade? And what will it take to truly escape?
From Background Character to Leading Lady

From Background Character to Leading Lady

 Romance
5.0
My life as Marcus Thorne's personal assistant was a tightrope walk, fueled by debt and a desperate need for invisibility. He was Hollywood's most feared mogul, and I was just the anonymous competence making his world run. Then Tiffany arrived, a caricature of a woman whose perfume assaulted the senses, declaring herself Marcus's "leading lady" and dismissing me as mere "help." Her delusion quickly escalated from annoying pronouncements to outright malice. She openly resented a simple silver pendant Marcus had given me, dismissing it as "charity." She deliberately sabotaged my work, sweeping crucial files across the floor. Once, she even sloshed scalding coffee onto my hand and keyboard, her smirk dripping with false sympathy. Her threats grew bolder, hinting she knew a dangerous secret about Marcus's most guarded Blackwood deal. I tried to endure, focusing on my duties, but her fervent belief in her own rom-com script, coupled with her growing aggression, was deeply unsettling. How could she be so dangerously unaware of reality, or worse, so brazenly malicious? The breaking point arrived when she, in an overly dramatic gesture, spilled steaming coffee directly onto Marcus Thorne's immaculate suit. The room fell silent. But Marcus didn't look at her; his icy gaze found me. "Sarah," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. "Handle this." It was the first time he truly saw me, not just as background noise.
The Party Barn Massacre

The Party Barn Massacre

 Billionaires
5.0
It was Leo and Lily' s fifth birthday, a bright morning, and my husband Ethan, the real estate mogul, was showering our twins with laughter and kisses. He promised to see me at my parents' that night, his hand tenderly resting on my pregnant belly, blissfully unaware of the horror about to unfold. Hours later, the world shattered. My car was ambushed, my children and I dragged to a remote barn, and then I saw them: Tiffany Monroe, a socialite I vaguely recognized, and... my husband, Ethan, by her side. They stood watching impassively as men brutally beat my twins, Leo and Lily, to death. My twins screamed, fought, and then fell limp, moments before Tiff, with Ethan's cold encouragement, burned me with a cigarillo. Even when I screamed his name, when they ripped my custom locket off, he dismissed me as "trash," declaring his wife "safe" because she had her locket-the very one they'd stolen from me. The final blow came when he ordered a C-section in front of me, taking my unborn child as a "souvenir" for Tiff. How could he not know me? How could the man who promised me forever, the father of my children, casually order my baby carved from me, all because a locket wasn't on my neck? The pain of his betrayal, his utter blindness, was colder than death itself. Yet, as one loyal employee saved me from oblivion, I watched Ethan's horror when he finally saw the truth, confirming he was a monster, not an unwitting participant. It sparked a new life within me, not one of grief, but of ice-cold, calculated revenge. He took everything. Now, I will take his empire, his freedom, and his sanity, piece by agonizing piece.
A Mother's Deadly Confession

A Mother's Deadly Confession

 Modern
5.0
Ava Rodriguez's brilliant brother, Leo, won the acclaimed American Justice Fellowship. His future was supposed to shine, a beacon of hope for their family. Then, he died. They called it suicide, but Leo's last scrawled words to her were: "Don't accept the fellowship." Ava knew they were lying. He was murdered, just like every other fellow who threatened the powerful. For three years, she buried herself in law, watching, waiting, preparing to expose the truth. Now, she's won the fellowship herself, her proposal a direct challenge to the corrupt system. But as she publicly declares her brother was murdered and vows to expose the truth, the trap springs shut around her. Suddenly, she's not the grieving sister seeking justice, but the prime suspect in a series of horrific murders. Evidence - her brother's unique custom pen, her IP address near other "suicide" scenes - mysteriously emerges, painting her as a cold-blooded serial killer. Even her own mother, distraught and masked, appears, "confessing" to the crimes to protect Ava, unknowingly deepening the meticulously planned frame-up. The world spins into a nightmare of accusations and twisted truths. She' s being set up not to shine, but to be destroyed, with her "suicide" in federal custody as the perfect final act. How could they twist everything so perfectly? Why her mother' s desperate, bizarre act? The narrative has been set: Ava Rodriguez, brilliant law graduate, or monstrous serial killer? Refusing to be another silenced victim, Ava stages a high-stakes escape from federal custody. She races to the darkest secret her family holds, the one place she believes the real truth lies-her father's grave. Under the harsh glare of news cameras and the FBI, a shovel in hand, she prepares to dig. What she unearths will either expose a shocking family secret and a vast conspiracy, or bury her forever.
The Runaway Wife's Resolve

The Runaway Wife's Resolve

 Billionaires
5.0
My life with Ethan was a dream. High school sweethearts, married five years, he was a charismatic tech mogul, and I loved him deeply. Then, I got pregnant, and he seemed absolutely over the moon, especially when we learned it was twins. That dream shattered when I overheard a hushed conversation between Ethan and our fancy OB-GYN. He was demanding an early C-section for me-not for my health, but to align with his mistress Chloe's due date. The "twins" he cried tears of joy over? One was hers, a sickening ploy to pass off her baby as ours for a crucial inheritance. My world tilted on its axis as I discovered I was only carrying one healthy baby. His tearful joy, his endless doting-every cherished moment was a well-rehearsed performance. When I fled, he staged a massive "missing person" search, dragging me back to his hospital while still talking about our "high-risk twins" to control me. Then, on our wedding anniversary, I found him with Chloe, kissing her passionately, planning their wedding right there in the hospital wing he always steered me away from. How could the man I'd loved for a decade be such a monstrous deceiver, using my body, my pregnancy, and my life as pawns in his twisted game? The hypocrisy burned, the casual cruelty a punch to the gut. Everyone around him, even our doctor, was complicit in this horrifying web of lies. But as I watched his humiliating, live-streamed "wedding" to his mistress from my hospital bed, my heartbreak hardened into icy resolve. I finally understood the extent of his betrayal, and that very realization ignited a fierce determination within me. I signed the divorce papers, ready to escape this gilded cage and fight for my freedom and my child's future, no matter the cost.
Slave To Love: My Life Is Empty Without You

Slave To Love: My Life Is Empty Without You

 Romance
4.9
Betrayed by her fiance, Tracy was sent to Marcus’s room as a gift. After a wild night, she found that the man lying next to her was not only the big name in the city but also her ex-boyfriend she dumped years ago. He worked hard to become the only heir of his family so that one day he could stand in front of her and avenge himself. However, when she fell in front of him to save him, he realized that he still cared about her as much as before, and was so afraid of losing her.