Bai Bian
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Her Icy Comeback: A Vengeful Heiress
Billionaires Five years ago, my guardian, Fitzgerald Kirk, sent me a video of my childhood horse being led to a slaughterhouse. Then he cast me out, broken and penniless.
Tonight, I returned to his family' s annual gala, no longer a helpless ward but a powerful woman ready for my revenge.
But he and his fiancée, Cassondra, still saw me as the trash they threw away.
She taunted me, asking if I' d run out of money, before "tripping" and drenching my white silk gown in red wine.
She looked at me with glee, expecting the broken girl from five years ago to cry.
Fitzgerald just watched, a bored smirk on his face as he told me to crawl back to whatever gutter I came from.
They wanted a reaction. They wanted the hysterical girl they had destroyed.
They had no idea that the memory of my horse' s death had frozen everything inside me, fueling a cold rage that had simmered for half a decade.
I didn' t even glance at the stain. Instead, I calmly picked up a full bottle of champagne from a passing waiter' s tray.
"Don' t worry," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Accidents happen."
Then I swung the bottle and smashed it against her head. The Stoic Billionaire's Secret Family Exposed
Modern I lived in a sanitized mansion kept at a constant sixty-five degrees, governed by a legal contract that dictated everything from our intimacy schedule to my "modest" wardrobe. My husband, Cedrick Fields, was a world-renowned stoic who preached discipline and emotional detachment, treating our marriage like a corporate merger and me like a line-item expense he was tired of paying.
The illusion of his "virtuous" life shattered when I found his hidden tablet. I expected corporate secrets, but instead, I found a folder titled "Sanctuary." It was filled with photos of him laughing on yachts and playing with a toddler who undeniably had his eyes. He wasn't a cold machine; he was a devoted father and a passionate lover to socialite Julianna Baird.
When I tried to fight back, his assistant threatened to cut the funding for my mother's ventilator, forcing me to sign a document admitting I was "mentally unstable." Then, Cedrick did the unthinkable: he moved his mistress and secret child into our home, relegating me to the servants' quarters and ordering me to play the "reclusive aunt" to protect his public image.
I was forced to watch them play "happy family" in the rooms I once decorated, realizing even my own step-family had been on his payroll for years, helping him hide the betrayal. They all knew about his second life while I was being starved of affection and dignity in a house that felt more like a prison every day.
But Cedrick's arrogance was his ultimate downfall. He was so distracted by moving Julianna into the master suite that he didn't bother to read the stack of NDAs I placed on his desk.
Hidden among the corporate jargon was a petition for the dissolution of our marriage. He signed it without even looking up from his phone, unknowingly handing me the legal victory I needed.
I didn't just leave that night; I walked out with his signature on a divorce and a folder full of evidence that would burn his "stoic" reputation to the ground. Bound By Death, Free in Spirit
Fantasy My supposed death was three years ago. Today, the man who orchestrated it all, Liam Miller, returned, oblivious to the spectral presence tethered to him.
I was once his fiancée, tricked into a whirlwind romance orchestrated by his family. My rare O-negative blood, compatible kidney, and healthy womb weren't assets to him, but resources to be exploited for his ailing nephew Leo and his "childhood sweetheart" Chloe.
At our engagement party, Chloe faked an allergic reaction, and Liam, without a second thought, abandoned me, wine-stained and humiliated. When I finally found the courage to break things off, a shocking discovery emerged: I was pregnant. He transformed into the "doting partner," but only to cage me in his family' s estate, planning to harvest our child' s cord blood and stem cells for his family's needs.
Upon realizing their monstrous plot-that my baby was to be an organ farm-I tried to escape. Liam caught me, a torrent of terror and rage erupting from me. The sheer stress triggered an early, violent labor. They took my child, left me for dead in a remote clinic, and believed I was gone forever.
My soul, however, remained bound to Liam. I witnessed his hollow grief, Chloe's triumphant manipulation, and the family's casual cruelty. He thought I was dead, yet still intended to carve me up for parts.
But he had no idea. This was just the beginning. I was a ghost, a witness, and soon, I would be his reckoning. Isabelle's Downfall: A Twisted Love Story
Romance Tomorrow, I, Ethan Reed, was set to marry Isabelle Davenport, the exquisite old-money bride who promised a future of prestige and endless possibilities.
Our lavish rehearsal dinner glowed with anticipation, my parents beaming with pride as their "new money" son married into established aristocracy.
Then, a chilling phone call shattered everything.
"I'm pregnant, Ethan," Isabelle whispered, "It's Liam's."
My world tilted, instantly replaced by a wave of nausea and disbelief.
She didn't stop there.
Isabelle demanded I postpone the wedding indefinitely, quit my career to support them, and even insisted their relationship be openly acknowledged, with Liam, her step-brother and the baby's father, moving into our condo.
The next indignity: she had my belongings, including my beloved grandmother's irreplaceable quilt, dumped on the curb, then maliciously desecrated the quilt itself with cigarette burns.
The final blow came when Liam staged a pathetic suicide attempt, and Isabelle, her eyes blazing, tried to force me to apologize, even offering me a letter opener to "understand his pain" by cutting myself.
How could the woman I loved be so utterly manipulative, so cruelly deluded?
My future, meticulously planned, lay in toxic ruins.
But amidst the devastation, a memory resurfaced, a lifeline in the darkness.
Today was my 30th birthday.
And a childhood pact with my best friend, Chloe: "If you hit the big three-oh still single, Ethan Reed, you're mine. We marry each other. Deal?"
Just as I stood broken, she appeared, the small gift in her hand, her eyes clear and steady.
"A deal's a deal, Ethan," she said, cutting through the ash of my ruined life.
"Marry me, Ethan. In three days. I'll handle everything." The Monster Brother: A Sister's Vengeance
Billionaires The cold barrel of the gun pressed against my temple, my brother Ethan's face contorted with hatred. I was back, reborn, yet this nightmare replayed: Ethan blaming me for his lover Chloe’s disappearance.
Then, the sickening crunch of a vehicle ramming our gate. It happened exactly as before. Ethan, obsessed with Chloe, had dismissed our security. I remember the last time: my pregnant sister-in-law Sophia lost her life, my nephew Leo was maimed. Now, it was all happening again.
Trapped in the panic room, Ethan dismissed Sophia’s terrified calls as “drama,” accusing us of faking the home invasion to sabotage his affair. He remembered our tragic past, blaming *us*. Even our trusted friend Noah echoed his poisonous untruths, calling *me* a liar despite Sophia’s critical attack.
How could he be so utterly devoid of humanity, so blinded by Chloe’s insidious lies, even after a second chance? The deep betrayal, the injustice, the sheer disbelief burned as Sophia bravely sacrificed herself to let me escape with Leo.
But history wouldn't repeat. As Sophia fought for her life and suffered an unimaginable loss, I vowed. This time, I’d not merely survive. I would systematically dismantle Ethan’s twisted empire, ensuring he paid for every sin, and reclaim our future from the ashes of his destruction. You might like
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. SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes
Annypen Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
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. 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.
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." Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now
Krystal Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises-shattered in one gunshot moment.
Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia-while Aria was left bleeding and invisible.
"You almost died!"
"And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing."
Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move-marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective-and he plays for keeps.
Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give. Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning.
Will she finally become someone's first choice-or lose herself trying? 
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