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Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance
Billionaires The sterile smell of the hospital room was the last thing I remembered.
Cancer had eaten away at me, my career crumbled, my fortune gone.
Then I saw them: my perfectly made-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen son, Billy, standing by my deathbed.
"Just sign the papers, Mark," she' d said, her voice devoid of warmth, talking about my last company shares for David' s "venture."
David. The man she' d been sleeping with for years, Billy' s biological father.
I remembered the fake charity events, the money diverted, my childhood home sold to cover his gambling debts.
I remembered how she' d helped my mother take her car to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sarah laughed, confessing to tampering with the brakes.
"She never liked me anyway," she' d whispered, her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does he look anything like you? You pathetic idiot."
The monitor flatlined as Billy turned away in disgust and Sarah smiled, victorious.
My life had been a lie, a crushing weight of betrayal.
Then, I gasped.
The air was clean; I was in my living room, strong and healthy.
Across from me stood Sarah, looking exactly as she did ten years ago.
"Mark," she said, her voice sharp and final. "I want a divorce."
The words echoed. I was back at the starting point of my nightmare, but this time, I wasn't the naive husband.
I knew every detail of the fire, and a strange, shimmering number hovered above her head: [$8,150,432]. It was her net worth.
Then David walked in, and above his head glowed a stark, alarming red: [-$20,789,140].
I could see what people were worth. I was reborn, armed with the truth, and this time, the ending would be different. The Price Of His Choice
Modern My husband Elliott and I were expecting our first child. Then his ex, Kenya, showed up, claiming she was dying and had his secret son. He chose her.
I watched him play happy family with her while I sat alone at our baby' s ultrasound. Later, her son pushed me so hard I nearly miscarried.
In the hospital, she sent me a picture of my late father' s locket, shattered, with a text saying Elliott called it "junk."
When I confronted her, Elliott violently threw me out of her room.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he roared. "She' s fragile!"
He was protecting the woman who tried to kill our baby, and calling me the monster.
He held me prisoner in our home, parading his new family in public while I was erased. He thought I was too weak to leave, that I' d just accept my new place.
The night of their lavish "Welcome Home" party, while the city celebrated his touching love story, I walked out the front door and never looked back. Beyond Broken: Finding Her Peace
Romance The headline screamed from the society page: CEO Michael Sterling' s Protégé, Chloe Davis, Flaunts Baby Bump. Five years of marriage, yearning for a child, shattered in an instant. Michael, my husband, promised it was a mistake, a drunken night he barely remembered. He knelt, he cried, he pleaded, and I, God help me, chose to believe him. He vanished Chloe Davis from our lives, and for three years, we were happy.
Then came the news of a riot, Michael unreachable. I flew halfway across the world, frantic, only to find him in a quiet suburb, holding a child with his dark hair and blue eyes, another clinging to his leg. Standing beside him, heavily pregnant again, was Chloe Davis, looking at him with adoration as he smiled a truly happy smile I hadn' t seen in years.
He saw me, his smile vanishing. On the silent ride back, he told me to accept them. His heirs. And since I couldn't give him a child, Chloe would come home, posing as a nanny. My hand instinctively went to my purse, clutching the pregnancy test I' d taken that morning-two pink lines, a miracle I' d been waiting to share. I snapped it in two; he didn' t even ask what it was.
At the private terminal, Chloe, feigning terror, shrieked I was trying to harm her and her children. Without explanation, Michael slapped me hard. I stumbled, fell, and felt a warm wetness spread beneath me. Blood. "Michael," I choked, "the baby…our baby…please, help me." He sneered, "You' re pathetic, Olivia. There is no baby." He turned his back, leading his perfect family away, leaving me bleeding on the airport floor.
In the hospital, he brought Chloe, ensuring she got the best care, accusing me of faking for attention. When I hemorrhaged, he panicked, but the final blow came when Chloe staged another fall, crying I' d hit her. Michael, already enraged, punched me in the stomach. An explosion of pain, and then, the last bit of warmth left my body. My baby was gone. He had killed it. But what about all the years I' d sacrificed for him, including my first child and my mother? Her Vengeance, His Broken Heart
Modern They called me Liam Miller, the luckiest man in New York City.
My son, Leo, was the center of my universe, and my wife, Sarah, seemed to worship us both.
Our perfect life shattered one rainy day on the highway, a blinding flash of light, twisting metal, and then, nothing.
I woke to the sterile whiteness of a hospital room, a rhythmic beep the only sound, Sarah by my side, her face pale, her grip tight.
"Leo," I rasped, the word a physical wrench from my raw throat. "Where' s Leo? I need to see my son."
Her face crumpled as she squeezed my hand, "There was an accident. He… he lost too much blood, honey. He died at the scene."
The world spun into a gray vortex; panic choked me, then, mercifully, blackness.
The next time I woke, I heard voices near the door-Sarah and the attending doctor.
"Ms. Jenkins, your son could have been saved, but why did you…?"
Sarah' s response was chilling, utterly devoid of emotion, "Liam Miller' s son, from the day he was born, was meant to save Alex' s daughter."
Alex? The name struck me as foreign, out of place.
"If he lived," Sarah continued, her voice like ice, "how could I legitimately take his organs? I' ve supported Liam and his son for years; now it' s their turn to repay me."
The words struck harder than the truck, poisoning every memory, every cherished moment.
The private island, the Fortress of Solitude – all a lie, a calculated investment, my son a resource, his life a debt she had come to collect.
The grief didn't vanish; it transformed into a cold, hard resolve.
My body was broken, but my mind had never been clearer.
She wanted repayment? Fine.
I would give her what she wanted. From Blame to Beloved
Romance I'm going to die soon.
That thought wasn't sad, just a simple fact as I called a late-night radio show, dedicating a song to my husband, Liam.
Liam Hayes, the man who saw me only as a constant reminder of the car crash five years ago, the one that put his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, in a coma and left me severely injured.
He blamed me, never outright, but in every cold glance, every clipped word, every night he spent at her hospital bedside instead of home with me, his wife.
When Chloe miraculously woke, he seized the opportunity, serving me divorce papers right there, in her hospital room, in front of her triumphant face, sealing my fate.
And Chloe's cruel revenge didn't stop there; she was setting my mother's home ablaze when she died in a police chase, and Liam, consumed by grief, still chose to believe her lies, accusing me of murder.
Even from my hospital bed, dying from a mysterious illness that was a direct result of that initial crash, my love for him was so absolute I took the blame, confessing to a crime I didn't commit, just to protect my mother and salvage the last shred of his peace.
But now, years later, a miracle returns Liam to the day before our wedding, haunted by the future he unknowingly destroyed, armed with the truth, and a burning desire for a second chance. His Penance, Her Peace: The Quiet Atonement
Modern The day my son, Leo, was born, my $50,000 life savings, carefully scraped together since I aged out of foster care, vanished.
My boyfriend, Ethan, Leo' s father, convinced me to transfer every penny for his "European residency," a supposed investment in our future.
Hours after Leo' s birth, hormonal and exhausted, I foolishly gave him my nest egg, believing his promises of a brighter tomorrow for our new family.
But then, Leo was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, needing immediate, experimental treatment costing hundreds of thousands.
When I begged Ethan for the money back, his handsome face twisted with contempt, claiming it was "invested" and gone.
He scoffed, accused me of trying to "trap him financially," then threw the few hundred dollars he had at me, humiliating me in front of our landlord.
After our son tragically died in my arms in a public hospital, I found Ethan celebrating, buying an expensive sculpture with a wealthy old flame.
That' s when I overheard the sickening truth: my love, my life, my son's existence, had all been a twisted, cruel bet to him.
What kind of monster would gamble with a new mother' s love and a baby' s life?
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he kicked me, slamming me against a table, sending Leo' s fragile ashes spilling across the floor.
That very kick stole my ability to ever have another child, leaving me with nothing but the dust of my son and a searing rage.
Broken but alive, I eventually built a new life, found true love, and against all odds, conceived a new child.
But the real question is, what became of the man who took everything from me, and can true redemption ever be found after such monstrous betrayals? The Billionaire's Stolen Bride
Billionaires Ava Thompson flew back to San Francisco from rural Montana, ready to pick up her life where it left off five years ago.
Her top priority: finalizing her wedding to Ethan Sterling, the scion of a powerful tech empire.
Their union was the next logical step, a pre-planned event, fully approved by her Senator parents.
But at the opulent wedding planner' s office, a chilling truth shattered her world.
Ms. Albright, beaming professionally, casually mentioned, "We planned his wedding… to Ava Thompson. The Senator' s daughter. It was three months ago."
Ethan Sterling was already married, to an imposter using Ava' s exact name and identity.
When Ava confronted him at his Silicon Valley mansion, he dismissed her without a second thought.
Through an intercom, the man she loved declared, "I don' t know what she' s talking about. She' s probably just some deluded fan. Get rid of her."
The words "deluded fan" hit Ava like a physical blow, stripping her of dignity, her identity, and her future.
She stared at the gate, her fiancé denying her very existence, cold and dismissive.
How could this happen? How could someone simply take her life, and the man she was supposed to marry betray her so completely?
But as humiliation threatened to overwhelm her, a cold fire ignited deep within.
If Ethan Sterling had decided she didn' t exist, she would make sure he felt her existence.
And she would make him pay for every lie, every stolen moment, every penny an impostor spent in her name.
Starting now. They Broke Her, I Broke Them
Horror My twin sister, Olivia, lay terrifyingly still in a hospital bed, her pale face a stark contrast to the sterile white sheets.
An IV dripped fluid into her arm, and chillingly, thick bandages covered her wrists, a silent testament to her desperate act.
She had tried to end her life, driven to the brink by the relentless, sophisticated cruelty of Brittany and her followers at Northwood High School.
Their audacious arrival at the hospital, complete with smirks and chilling taunts, twisted the knife deeper into our family' s raw wound.
My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, stood helpless, their attempts to rid us of the tormentors dismissed with scornful indifference.
When the police finally arrived, their response was infuriatingly inadequate: a dismissive "warning" for minors, prioritizing Brittany' s influential family over Olivia' s shattered life.
Then, the ultimate humiliation struck: a raw, brutal video of Olivia's locker room torment, her clothes torn and her pleas mocked by Brittany's cruel laughter, exploded across social media.
My fragile sister, seeing it, whispered that she was "so weak," her spirit visibly drained from her eyes.
A mere warning for such psychological torture, for driving my twin to attempt suicide, was a grotesque joke in their broken system.
But a familiar darkness, a dormant, predatory instinct I had suppressed for years for Olivia' s sake, began to stir within me.
Olivia had always been my anchor, soothing this other side, but now, she was the very reason to unleash it.
That night, I made a decision that would redefine everything: I was going to Northwood High.
They thought they knew Olivia Peterson – but they had no idea who was truly coming for them.
They had broken my other half; I would break them in return, and the Peterson family had unique ways of ensuring justice. Married To A Ghost: The Twin's Legacy
Romance My name is Sarah Vance; I'm an architect, happily married to Michael, and our childfree life was perfect.
Then, a call to my prestigious alma mater, Kingswood Academy, to help my cousin with admissions, shattered everything when the admissions officer claimed a six-year-old boy named Ethan Vance was registered as our son.
Michael vehemently denied it, blaming corporate sabotage, but my unease deepened, leading me to a Kingswood parents' orientation where I confronted a woman named Olivia, who then calmly asserted she was Michael' s wife and mother to Ethan, leaving me stunned in front of a judging crowd.
As Michael' s own sister, Chloe, and his powerful mother, Eleanor, publicly sided with Olivia, cruelly shaming me as unstable and barren, I stood there humiliated, frantically grasping at my shattered reality, wondering who this boy was and how my perfect life had become a catastrophic lie.
Just as despair threatened to consume me, Michael arrived, and witnessing his mother's cruelty, he finally roared the impossible truth: Olivia was his identical twin brother David' s widow, Ethan was David' s son, and Michael had been living a torturous double life to protect their family empire, forcing us to rebuild our lives from the ruins of a monumental deception. Her Father's Medal, Her Own War
Young Adult My life was finally looking up. The email glowed on my phone: "Congratulations, Sarah Miller!" – a full scholarship to a top university, my ticket out of our small town and a way to honor my parents' memory. My sister, Emily, who' d been my rock running our family diner, Miller' s Plate, since Mom and Dad passed, screamed with joy with me.
But our joy shattered when Mark Henderson, the spoiled son of the town's most powerful developer, swaggered into Miller's Plate. He and his thugs brutally assaulted Emily, leaving her broken and our diner in ruins, just because she refused to sell our land.
The nightmare deepened at the police station. Chief Williams, clearly in Art Henderson' s pocket, dismissed it as a "mutual altercation" and advised me to take their dirty money. Then, my scholarship was mysteriously rescinded, erasing my future. My home was savagely vandalized, and our beloved cat, Patches, was found dead, a cruel message pinned to his collar: "Next time, it' s you." Every lawyer turned me away, and our once-supportive neighbors, cowed by the Hendersons' influence, looked the other way.
I felt utterly crushed, alone against an empire of corruption and violence. My sister lay critical in the ICU, our home was a wreck, and they' d taken everything. What else was left for them to destroy?
Amidst the wreckage, I stumbled upon my late Marine father's old footlocker. Inside, I found his Medal of Honor. "Semper Fi," he used to say – Always Faithful. A desperate, impossible hope ignited: if the local system was broken, maybe his military family, General Peterson, could remind them what justice truly meant. I clutched the medal, buying a bus ticket to Camp Lejeune, ready for the fight of my life. You might like
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
Temple Madison I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires.
Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world.
My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets.
I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table.
"Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead." The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle
C.D I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me.
Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years.
The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought.
I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction.
With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun. I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. A Divorce He Regrets
Alissa Nexus The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever? Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
PageProfit Studio In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye
Cait I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant.
But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over.
"Sign it,"
He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise.
I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth.
"It's just cramps,"
I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could.
Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus.
Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down.
He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach. Billionaire's Pregnant Runaway Wife
Rashmi Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life...
"Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought...
She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything...
However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream...
Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?"
However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?"
Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream...
Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it...
She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her...
In the end... Rose agreed to marry him...
She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..."
"First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child."
"Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..."
Both of them got married...
However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past... 
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