Alexis
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Scars of Betrayal, Sisters' New Power
Modern My unborn child died because my husband ignored my desperate pleas. He chose to prioritize a staged emergency from his manipulative adopted sister, Holly, leaving me and my own sister to be brutally attacked by thugs.
As I bled out on the street, my sister, Jayde, finally got him on the phone. We heard his voice, calm and soothing, telling Holly everything was fine. When Jayde screamed that I was having a miscarriage, he accused us of being dramatic.
"This is exactly what Holly warned us about," he said coldly, before hanging up.
In the hospital, the doctors confirmed the worst. My baby was gone, and I could never have another. Jayde's hands, the hands of a brilliant concert pianist, were permanently crippled. Our husbands, the men who were supposed to protect us, had abandoned us for a lie.
But as I stared at Jayde' s ruined hands and felt the crushing emptiness in my own body, a cold resolve solidified within me. They thought they had broken us. They had only forged us into something far more dangerous. Contract Marriage With Disabled Billionaire
Romance The anesthetic was a thick fog, but the ache in my side was sharp and real. I' d just given away a kidney for Alex, the man I loved, my terminally ill boyfriend. I' d do anything for him.
But then, I overheard Alex' s best friend, Mark, say, "I can't believe she actually did it. You told her you were dying, and she just rolled up her sleeve and gave you a kidney. She's so naive." My comfort turned to dread when Alex' s cold voice scoffed, "She's always been easy to fool. A few pretty words, a couple of sad stories about my 'art', and she'd do anything for me."
The fog cleared, replaced by a chilling truth. "Everything is for Chloe," Alex declared, confirming he never loved me. Our three years were a lie, a scheme for revenge. He, the heir to Peterson Tech, had posed as a struggling artist while I worked double shifts. The deepest cut came when he casually said he didn't need my kidney and might just dispose of it. "It's kind of funny, isn't it? She gave me a part of her body, and it's completely worthless to me." They both laughed.
My sacrifice, my love, my very body-all worthless. I was a tool for his revenge, all for Chloe, my adoptive sister, the golden child my parents adored while burying my own identity as the true heiress of Miller Tech.
Betrayal, pain, and lies suffocated me, but in the wreckage of my heart, a cold, hard resolve began to form. They thought I was naive, easy to fool, worthless. They were wrong. I wouldn't let them destroy me. I would take back everything that was mine. There was an old, forgotten arrangement-a marriage my parents had tried to set for Chloe with a reclusive, paralyzed tech billionaire named Ethan Cole. They were terrified of sending Chloe to a man in a wheelchair. They would send me instead. And I would go-on my own terms. The Art of Vengeance
Romance The first thing I felt was pain-a searing acid burning my face-as voices outside my hospital room whispered low and urgent.
My eyes were bandaged, but I knew the sterile scent of a private ward. This was Noah' s doing, my brilliant tech mogul fiancé, who' d promised me the world. We were the perfect couple, splashed across magazines, set to marry in a week.
Then, a woman, twisted with adoration for Noah, threw acid at me. The police called it a jealous fan. My world dissolved into agony and darkness. I lay in that expensive bed, hopeful when I heard Liam, Noah' s manager, and Noah himself, my Noah, just outside. My heart fluttered. He was here for me.
But then, Liam spoke, low and clear: "The wedding is next week, Noah. You can't marry her like this." A cold dread replaced the burning on my face. Noah' s voice, flat and devoid of warmth, sliced through any hope: "I'm not going to marry her." The words blurred until he continued, "More severe than I anticipated." He meant the acid.
My breathing stopped. He had anticipated it? Liam' s choked whisper confirmed my terror: "You didn't…" "Of course I did," Noah snapped. "That crazy fan? I've had her on a private payroll for months... I just needed something to take Ava out of the public eye permanently. Something that would make her so broken, so grateful for my care, that she' d agree to anything."
The world tilted. He wanted me disfigured, dependent, hidden away, his tragic reclusive artist, so he could be free to marry Chloe and bring their son, Ethan, "into the light." Every loving word, every tender touch, was a lie. He didn' t just leave me; he orchestrated my ruin to build his perfect life. The physical pain was nothing compared to the absolute shatter of my soul.
But in that wreckage, a cold, hard rage bloomed. He thought he buried Ava. He just created a monster. And I wouldn't stop until he regretted every single thing he had done. The Angel Who Burned: A Small Town's Inferno
Modern Sarah Miller was the epitome of small-town success: valedictorian, destined for a full scholarship at State University, a beacon of hope.
Everyone in our tight-knit community called her an angel, a ray of sunshine, always with a bright smile.
Just hours after delivering a graduation speech full of dreams, she was supposed to be celebrating with friends and family.
But as the community hall burned, its roof collapsing in a fiery roar, Sarah stood across the street, motionless, her face illuminated by the inferno.
The smell of burning wood, and something else, something sickening, filled the air, as sparks flew like angry fireflies.
When Officer Kowski grabbed her arm, she showed no fear, only an unsettling calm, soot smeared on her hands.
Then, she whispered the chilling words: "They all deserved to die."
Her parents, reeling from disbelief, watched their daughter admit to mass murder, their tears mingling with raw, ragged pain.
The town, still mourning their "heroes"-Pastor David, Mr. Henderson-couldn't reconcile the angelic Sarah with the monster she confessed to being.
Her subsequent suicide attempt in her cell only deepened the mystery, pills traced back to Henderson's private stash.
The discovery of burned journal fragments suggested hidden truths, a desperate, unspoken anguish.
What unspeakable evil could turn a scholarship-bound valedictorian into a mass murderer?
How could the very men lauded as benefactors, who "loved her like their own daughter," inspire such cold, vengeful fire?
The town saw kindness and support, but Sarah' s hollow whisper of "Care?" hinted at an unimaginable betrayal.
What dark secret did this 'angel' carry, hidden beneath years of forced smiles and perfect grades?
Then, Sarah finally shattered the silence, not with tears, but with a guttural scream: "They deserved it! They all deserved it!"
And the terrifying, heartbreaking story, a torrent of buried pain, began to pour out, revealing the true horrors lurking beneath their idyllic small town. A Daughter's Defense: They Were Heroes
Young Adult My deskmate, Elara Vance, was a walking contradiction: weaving grand tales of designer clothes and exotic family trips to Zurich, yet she dressed in rags and carried the undeniable scent of neglect.
I' d silently endured her outlandish fantasies and the awkward pity they stirred, until one tension-filled day, my patience completely snapped, and I brutally screamed across the crowded school hallway, "What is it, Elara? Are your parents dead or something?"
The raw grief that instantly crumpled her face, followed by the shock of her fist connecting with my jaw, silenced the entire room, but the real storm was yet to come.
Weeks later, news tore through our high school: Elara Vance, the girl everyone mocked, had mysteriously secured a full-ride scholarship to Yale, a feat that struck everyone, especially the popular clique, as utterly impossible.
The internet exploded, fueled by vicious social media posts from school bullies, rapidly branding her a "Yale Scammer" and launching a horrifying campaign of doxxing and vile harassment that escalated far beyond high school cruelty, becoming a public digital execution.
But as the online mob screamed for her digital demise, I was haunted by the memory of her tear-streaked face and that primal, anguished cry that day in the hallway: "They're heroes!"
That desperate, defiant plea didn't fit the narrative of the pathetic liar I believed her to be, leaving me with a chilling, unsettling confusion.
A sickening wave of guilt began to consume me, the realization hitting hard that I had played a part in unleashing this brutal, unprovoked attack on her.
I knew then, with a desperate urgency that superseded everything else, that I had to find Elara Vance and finally unearth the true, devastating story behind her lies and the mysterious heroism of her parents. My Life, A Perfect Scam
Romance My life as a rising star in software development was predictable, good.
Then the Affinity Gauge appeared, numbers hovering above everyone's heads, revealing their true feelings for me.
My college sweetheart, Chloe, charming and affectionate, always told me how much she leaned on me, especially after her wealthy adopted family found their biological daughter.
I poured thousands into "her foster mother's medical bills" and "her childhood friend's 'vocational' tuition," believing it was all for our future, our marriage.
Despite my love, her Affinity Gauge stubbornly read a stark, unbelievable 0.
I told myself it was a glitch, until I overheard her in a cafe.
"That five thousand Ethan gave me barely covered Mrs. Gable's retainer for the month's act!" she'd hissed.
Her friend, Liam, added, "We need to push for the big one, the six-figure investment, then you dump him."
My world tilted, the 0 above her head blazing into terrifying clarity.
The woman I loved, the future I envisioned, was a meticulously crafted lie.
I watched them, Liam flashing designer everything, Chloe playing the innocent victim, their intimacy undeniable.
Their demands escalated, a fabricated medical emergency the final straw.
My affection curdled into a cold, grim resolve.
How could I have been so blind, so stupid?
The betrayal cut deep, but the Gauge had been right all along, a cruel, undeniable truth.
The sheer audacity of their fraud, the hundreds of thousands they'd robbed from me, demanded justice.
I wouldn't be their fool any longer.
I began to dismantle their carefully constructed reality, piece by piece, starting with a call to a private investigator.
This wasn't just about reclaiming my money; it was about exposing every single lie and making sure they paid for every cent of their deceit. No More Mr. Nice Chef
Billionaires My name is Ethan Miller. I put my culinary dreams on hold, carefully crafting gourmet meals for my wife, Izzy, CEO of Aura Organics. My "VP of Culinary Development" title at her company was mostly for show; my real role was to support her vision, a sacrifice I made willingly, fueled by love.
One ordinary morning, after painstakingly preparing her lunch, my phone buzzed with an Instagram notification. It was Leo Maxwell, Izzy' s flashy new executive assistant, posting a photo of my lovingly packed meal, captioned, "The perks of working for a queen!" Seconds later, Izzy posted a picture of a greasy pepperoni pizza. "Sometimes a girl just needs some comfort food," she quipped.
The cold knot in my stomach tightened into a furious rage. Not only had she given away my carefully made meal, but she preferred cheap junk and flaunted it. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, then called, not to question Izzy, but to berate me for not feeding her properly. When I confronted my wife, she brazenly defended Leo, even as he strutted around wearing an expensive smartwatch she' d bought him as a "perk" - a reward for a "tough day" after I had quite deliberately ruined his shoes. It reached a breaking point when, in a fit of rage, she systematically chipped my cherished collection of culinary knives, the very tools of my passion, all while screaming that I preferred "flipping burgers for her."
How could she be so incredibly disrespectful, so blind to my efforts and my pain? What unholy betrayal had taken root in our home, turning my wife into someone so cruel, so dismissive of our shared history and my dreams? Standing there, watching her destroy symbols of our life together, a sudden, sharp decision crystallized in my mind. She wanted comfort food? She wanted to choose a sycophant over her husband? Then she would get an unforgettable taste of consequences. I was done. Married to the Man Who Killed Me
Modern My empire crumbled, my life, cold ash. Olivia was gone. In their derelict New York apartment, a sealed box yielded her unseen journals.
I opened one. Inside: a meticulous record of my casual cruelty—my blatant affairs, sneering dismissals, every humiliation. Then, the chilling truth: her hidden terminal leukemia diagnosis. This wasn't just a dying marriage; it was the torturous last act of a woman suffering alone, beneath my roof.
Each page, a fresh wound. I recalled her "Legacy Tour"—five desperate tasks I'd scorned, obsessed with my freedom. I remembered mocking her headscarf, tossing her "filthy" wig, blind to her ravaging illness. My neglect hadn't just buried her hope; it brutally hastened her death.
How could I have been so blind? So monstrously cruel? The wife I reviled was secretly ArchX, the preservationist I unknowingly battled, and a brilliant artist. She loved me, inexplicably, as I extinguished her light.
Her final, faint question from the grave haunted me: "Will he… ever… regret?" Yes, Olivia. I regret. And I will dismantle the world that made me this monster, beginning my terrifying penance, even if it means sacrificing everything. The Day I Died and Lived Again
Modern Ava Rodriguez clawed for breath, her chest a suffocating vise.
Her six-year-old, Leo, watched, his face pale with terror.
Anaphylactic shock.
Rapidly worsening.
She choked out her husband Mark's name, begging him to call 911.
“Mommy can't breathe!" Leo cried into the phone.
But Mark, busy "networking" with his mistress Chloe, dismissed it casually as a "panic attack."
Minutes later, he called back: the ambulance he'd supposedly called for Ava was now diverted to Chloe, who had only "tripped" and twisted her ankle.
Ava’s world fractured.
Leo, a hero in his small heart, raced out for help, only to be hit by a car.
A sickening thud.
She watched, a ghost in her own tragedy, as paramedics covered his small, broken body.
Her son was gone, because Mark chose Chloe.
Devastation.
Horror.
Guilt.
The image of Leo haunted her, a searing brand.
How could a father, a husband, be so monstrously selfish?
A bitter, consuming regret clawed at her soul.
Chloe. Always Chloe.
Then, Ava’s eyes snapped open.
She was on her living room floor.
Leo, alive and well, ran in.
It was a terrifying, impossible second chance.
That catastrophic future would not happen.
She would reclaim her life, protect her son, and make them pay. Revenge Bound on My Father
Horror Here’s the translation of the text into English:
When I was fifteen, getting married no longer required a birth certificate. My dad was overjoyed and decisively poisoned my mom. On the day of my mother's funeral, my dad brought home his new wife, whom he had just married. She had red lips and white teeth, stunningly beautiful, a wealthy girl from the city. That night, my dad generously gave me a piece of meat.
"Er Niu, from now on, she will be your new mom."
"Take good care of her. If she tries to run away, come tell Dad."
"For every time you report her, I'll let you have meat once."
I swallowed hard and obediently nodded. Later, I pushed my dad to the ground, leaving him in a sorry state. I looked down at him, holding a knife in my hand, and smiled.
"Dad, I won't make the same mistake again."
"This time, it's either you or me." You might like
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon Samorodnitsky After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken." Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
Mia Caldwell In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end.
Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced.
This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak.
Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely.
Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings? Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Theodora Birnir The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life.
To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers.
When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance.
Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?"
Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling." 
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