Celine Egan
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Celine Egan's Books and Stories
I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me
Modern I was just a small-town Montana girl, fresh off the bus in New York, when I landed a paralegal gig at Sterling, Cromwell & Finch – the Everest of law firms.
Then Ethan Sterling, the devastatingly handsome senior partner, noticed me. A kiss, a secret, an "arrangement." For four years, I was his dirty little secret, hidden in the shadows of his gleaming towers.
But then Seraphina Blake, Ethan's long-lost love, returned, and I was instantly demoted from mistress to...convenience. Humiliated, framed for theft, I resigned, my career in flames.
Why did I let him use me for so long? Was I really that blinded by his charm and power? How could I have been so stupid?
Now, he needs me again. His precious Seraphina is desperate to win a charity dance competition, but her partner broke his leg. He wants me to step in, dance with her, pretend everything is fine. After all she did? Hell no! I'm done being convenient. I'm done being a placeholder. This time, I choose me. I'm going to expose Seraphina for the viper she is, and maybe, just maybe, find some real happiness in the process. Prepare for a showdown, NYC's elite, Montana's coming for you!
Broken Vows, A Scientist's Revenge
Modern My husband, a powerful tech mogul, stole my sister' s posthumous research award. He gave it to his young protégé. The same woman who killed my sister.
He didn't just steal her legacy. He threatened to destroy my lab and my life's work-the cure for the very cancer that took our family-if I didn't publicly endorse his mistress.
When I confronted him, he let her destroy my irreplaceable samples. Then, he had my hands, the hands of a neuroscientist, systematically broken to ensure I could never work again.
He imprisoned me, forcing me to sign away my entire career and publicly apologize for crimes I didn't commit.
He called it "discipline," a lesson I needed to learn. How could the man who swore to protect me become my personal tormentor?
But as I lay in a hospital bed, broken and alone, a text message lit up my screen: "Need help? I owe your family a debt." He thought he had erased me. He had only forged me into a weapon. I Married The Villain To Destroy You
Modern I stared at the two faint pink lines on the stick, the miracle I had bled for over three years.
I was finally pregnant.
Then, my phone buzzed with a video message from an unknown number.
It was my husband, Marco.
He wasn't at a business meeting. He was at a club, his hand up the skirt of a woman named Sienna.
"She is barren. She is useless," Marco laughed on the screen, promising his mistress the world if she gave him a son.
He was stealing millions from my company to fund her life, while I played the perfect, submissive wife.
But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity.
At the family gala, his grandmother publicly humiliated me by pinning the family heirloom on Sienna's fake baby bump, crowning her the new matriarch.
When I confronted them at the race track, Sienna pushed me down a flight of concrete stairs.
As I lay on the asphalt, bleeding and losing the very child Marco had desperately prayed for, he didn't help me.
He spat on me.
"You crazy bitch," he snarled, checking on his mistress while his real son died inside me.
He didn't know he had just killed his own heir.
And he didn't know that the man stepping out of the shadows to pick me up wasn't a paramedic.
It was Dante Moretti, the most dangerous Capo in New York and Marco's sworn enemy.
I looked at Marco one last time.
"Our marriage is dead."
I took the enemy's hand. Marco wanted a war? I was about to burn his entire world to the ground. A Wife's Ultimate Sacrifice
Romance My sister, Jayda, stumbled at a charity gala, splashing a drink near Diamond Hampton' s prized show dog. It was a simple mistake.
The reaction was not. Diamond' s security guards, men built like refrigerators, brutally beat Jayda, leaving her crumpled on the polished floor. My husband, Alex Wade, Diamond' s head of security, blocked me from reaching her.
"You need to be quiet, Erica," he said, his face an unreadable mask, as his men dragged my bleeding sister away. He dismissed her injuries, claiming she shouldn' t have startled the dog, and forbade me from calling the police or talking to the press. He even threatened Jayda' s life if I caused a problem for Ms. Hampton. Later, he forced me to play my cello for Diamond until my fingers bled, then smashed the instrument. He then demanded I undergo a hysterectomy to appease Diamond, who claimed she couldn' t have children because of him.
I was screaming, "That' s not a debt, Alex. That' s a sacrifice. And you' re not sacrificing yourself. you' re sacrificing me!"
He let his men drag me to a private clinic where Diamond, in a white coat, watched as a doctor performed the procedure without anesthetic. Too Late For Sorry
Romance The news broke on a Tuesday. Olivia Reynolds, a celebrated artist, found herself targeted by a major art blog accusing her of blatant plagiarism.
Her acclaimed piece, "Urban Echo," was displayed side-by-side with similar works by an unknown European artist, igniting a war zone of online comments declaring her a "Fraud" and calling to "Cancel her."
Her boyfriend, Ethan Miller, a respected art critic, didn't defend her. Instead, he confessed to orchestrating the whole thing to protect his protégé, Chloe Davis, claiming Chloe had made a "youthful mistake." He dismissed Olivia's pain as "dramatic" and a "performance," highlighting her struggle with depression as mere "attention."
The betrayal only deepened when her gallery terminated its representation, cancelling all her shows. Chloe, feigning empathy, then explicitly told Olivia that Ethan had chosen her because her career was "more important," rubbing salt in the wound until Olivia shattered a glass in a fit of despair, cutting her hand. Ethan, without a glance at Olivia's injury, sided with Chloe, who accused Olivia of attacking her.
Ethan and Chloe were seen making their official debut at a gala, dancing on Olivia's professional grave. A text message then arrived, "You should kill yourself, you thieving bitch," accompanied by a photo of her with a gun pointed at her head.
Standing on her balcony, teetering on the edge, Olivia made one last desperate call to Ethan. "I'm on the ledge, Ethan," she whispered. But he laughed, dismissing her plea as a bid for "attention." The line went dead as Chloe's laughter echoed in the background. With nowhere else to turn, Olivia stepped into the void. Love's End, Betrayal's Sting
Sci-fi My husband, Mark, told me he was reborn. In the ruins of San Francisco, he promised me a safe harbor, built on the back of his miraculous "system." I, a scientist who dealt in facts, chose to believe in him, in us.
That trust was my first mistake.
A week later, our penthouse was breached. Mutated creatures swarmed. Trapped in my lab, being torn apart, I cried out the emergency phrase Mark had taught me: "Celeste' s Melody." A synthetic voice echoed in my head, asking, "Host, what did Luna ever do to you? How could you trade her to those sharks?" Then Mark' s voice, cold and flat, confirmed it all: "No choice. Celeste is fragile...Luna is my co-founder, I can' t do anything about it. Celeste has suffered enough. After this, my stock options will be enough, and I' ll find a way to compensate Luna."
He had orchestrated my demise. My husband, the man I loved, sacrificed me to monsters to protect his manipulative protégée, Celeste. For "stock options." The pain of betrayal was worse than any wound.
But it wasn' t just physical agony. As I lay dying, the system revealed Mark was watching, monitoring my forced torture for 72 hours. He had a timer on my agony. My life, my work, the cure I' d perfected-all disposable in his cruel game. And worst of all, I was pregnant. Our child, Lily, would never be born.
I wouldn' t let them win. With my last breath, I found a flare gun and my audio recorder. I would ensure the truth survived, even if I didn' t. Reborn: His Betrayal, My Fortune
Fantasy A faint, shimmering gold mark pulsed on my inner wrist, a birthright that let me see glimpses of the future. It was also the reason I died.
In my last life, my stepsister, Bethany Vance, with her gaudy gold bracelet, completely fooled our father, faking prophetic abilities that mimicked my own.
He adored her, while I was nothing more than a bargaining chip, handed off to Ethan Blackwood' s estranged brother, Liam.
I sacrificed everything for Liam, only for him to sneer, "A trick. All of it. Just to get power," moments before his fingers closed around my throat on our wedding night.
Then, darkness.
Now, I was back, in the same opulent ballroom, on the very day my father would announce the engagements. I watched Bethany preen as my father declared her engagement to Ethan, the Blackwood heir.
Then came my turn. "And I am also pleased to announce the engagement of my other daughter, Ava, to Mr. Liam Blackwood."
The applause was noticeably weaker. The familiar sting of being second-best, but this time, it was fuel.
The grand doors burst open. Liam Blackwood stormed in, ignoring everyone but my father and Bethany. "I reject this arrangement. I' m not marrying Ava. I am here for Bethany."
He offered a blank equity deed for her hand, dismissing me as he left. "You and I are finished. Bethany is the one with the true gift. She is the future of both our families. Not her."
In my past life, I would have shattered. This time, a cold, simmering rage ignited.
"Liam," I said, my voice low and steady. "You think you know what you want. But you are a fool."
He hissed, "Bethany' s abilities are proven. What do you have? Nothing."
I met his gaze, a cold smile touching my lips. "I have the truth."
I turned my back on him. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I would destroy him. And I would take everything he ever wanted for myself. The Betrayed Wife's Ultimate Play
Modern My final prenatal appointment was today, but the drive turned into a nightmare.
Now, I lay on a gurney, pregnant and bleeding, the world a blur of flashing lights. My husband, Matthew Scott, the golden boy ADA, was here, but his entire focus was on Sabrina Lawrence, his childhood friend, not me.
"Get her out! She' s critical!" he screamed, as I rasped, "Matthew, the baby…"
He didn' t even turn his head. A colleague dismissed my cries, telling me Matthew was stressed, Sabrina seriously injured. Just like my first life, this scene repeated. I had lived this betrayal before.
Then, he pushed me off a gurney at the crash site, left me bleeding out on the asphalt while paramedics tended to Sabrina, believing his lie that I was hysterical and "faking" my injuries. My baby, our baby, was taken from me.
The police officer later told me, "Your husband is a respected Assistant District Attorney. He's worried you're having a panic attack."
They loaded Sabrina onto a stretcher, Matthew hovering, his voice tender for her, walking right past me as I lay trapped in agony.
How could he do this?
How could his colleagues and even strangers so readily believe his twisted narrative, abandoning a pregnant, dying woman because her powerful husband deemed her "dramatic"?
Why was her life, her baby's life, less valuable than a man's reputation? The pain, the crushing realization of his utter depravity, merged with the chilling memory of his hands pushing me to my death in my previous life.
But this time, I wouldn't be his victim.
This time, as I lay there, abandoned and bleeding, the familiar darkness wasn't the end. It was the beginning of my reckoning. He thought I was just a placeholder? He was about to find out what happens when a placeholder decides to burn the whole goddamn game board to the ground. From Frumpy to CEO: Her Reckoning
Billionaires As the heiress to Vance Corp, I was groomed to inherit a multi-billion dollar empire, but everyone, especially the four "Vance Fellows" meant to be my future partners, saw me as the awkward, frumpy girl who couldn' t possibly lead. I even harbored a foolish crush on Julian Hayes, the charismatic golden boy among them.
Then, our corporate systems were hit by a catastrophic cyberattack, bleeding millions by the minute. As I barked urgent orders to shut down the breach, Julian, instead of helping, just smirked, calling me "hysterical" and letting the company burn, while he and the others consoled my seemingly distraught assistant, Chloe.
The company lost over two hundred million dollars under their complacent watch, and my reputation on the board was shattered just as Julian intended: viewed as an unstable, emotional girl unfit to lead. That night, I overheard their cruel laughter: Julian, Chloe, and the others, plotting to steal my company, calling me "frumpy" and "broken," vowing to fire me once they took over. The final straw? Watching Chloe, directed by them, trample my late mother' s cherished rose garden, destroying the last piece of her legacy for their amusement.
The pain was a cold, sharp shard, fueled by the sheer betrayal from those I once trusted. How could they be so utterly callous, so consumed by ambition? They continued to underestimate me, spreading malicious rumors, leaking stories of my "erratic behavior" to the press, and isolating me after my father collapsed, thinking I was powerless and broken. They saw surrender in my silence, weakness in my grief, and a prime opportunity to seize everything I held dear.
They were so, so wrong. From that moment, the awkward heiress was gone, replaced by a woman forged in fire. I moved in the shadows, meticulously planning their downfall. Now, watch me walk into that shareholders' meeting, not as a victim, but as the true CEO. Watch me reclaim my legacy. And watch them face the thunder of my quiet storm. His Unwanted Fiancée's Regret
Romance Ethan Miller clutched the sleek, cream-colored wedding invitation, just one month away from marrying Isabelle Rossi, the brilliant surgeon he' d chased for years.
He had moved to New York for her, patiently building a life focused entirely on her, genuinely believing his unwavering devotion had finally won over the enigmatic "ice queen."
His blissful world shattered instantly when Isabelle, with chilling composure, unveiled her new "mission": to become a surrogate mother for Leo Ramsey, her dying mentor's son – a monumental decision made unilaterally, completely sidelining their entire shared future.
Ethan was left reeling, heart splintered, watching his fiancée consistently prioritize a stranger's baby and her career "duty" over their impending marriage and the family they were meant to build.
He endured her casual neglect, observing her unwavering focus on Leo-from comforting him publicly at a funeral to abandoning Ethan, soaked and alone, in a torrential downpour.
The ultimate, soul-crushing betrayal arrived on a hospital rooftop, where Isabelle, cornered by a grief-crazed man, screamed, "Take him [Ethan] instead!" pushing Ethan forward as a sacrifice to save her precious Leo.
In that horrific moment, a cold, sickening clarity washed over Ethan: he was utterly disposable, a mere convenience in her meticulously constructed life, his love meaningless compared to her ambition.
How could the woman he adored, his fiancée, so callously throw him to the wolves?
The gut-wrenching realization left him shattered, suffocated by disbelief and searing agony.
Fueled by a desperate, reckless fury, Ethan seized his phone and defiantly posted on social media: "Wedding in a month, need a new bride. Any takers? Serious inquiries only."
To his astonishment, his sharp-witted, refreshingly direct childhood friend, Chloe Davis, replied, her half-joking, half-serious offer sparking an audacious, life-altering pact that promised him a radical escape and a chance to truly begin again. The Woman They Tried To Erase
Modern I risked my life daily, fighting monsters to keep our post-apocalyptic community, The Hollow, alive.
Yet, they only saw Anna-the gentle, beloved persona inhabiting my body.
My brother, Michael, and my former love, Caleb, preferred her, doting on her while ignoring the real me, Sarah.
When Project Chimera offered "consciousness integration therapy"-a polite term for erasing me-my own people readily agreed.
They celebrated it as Anna's path to freedom, pushing me to sacrifice myself on the very anniversary of my deepest sorrow.
I retreated, a silent prisoner.
Anna played the helpless victim, effortlessly charming Michael and Caleb, who lavished her with protection.
Caleb, my last hope, gave her the tenderness he once reserved for me.
"He chose me," Anna's smug triumph echoed in my mind, as my very self began to blur.
The betrayal was a gaping wound.
How could they discard me, the one who bled for their survival?
Was I nothing more than a tool, an inconvenient ghost to be wished away?
The agony was so profound, I willed myself into oblivion.
But oblivion wasn't the end.
Days later, a desperate Chimera needed my unique brain patterns.
Forced to resurface, I came face-to-face with him: Ethan Vance, my forgotten childhood love.
He wasn't there to erase me.
He had orchestrated everything to bring me back-transferring my true self to my original, secretly healed body.
My rebirth, stronger than ever, was just beginning. The Harley's Cost: A Life Forfeited
Romance My dad's kitchen felt brighter today.
Mike was coming over for dinner, and soon, he’d be my husband.
We were building a future, a family, or so I thought.
Then, Mike dropped the bomb: his startup needed $50,000, fast, or everything was gone.
Desperate, my dad sold his cherished Harley, the one he polished every Saturday, to save Mike’s dream.
Just months later, my father lay dying, needing an urgent, impossibly expensive lung transplant.
Mike, suddenly cold, called it a "setup," accusing us of trying to "squeeze" him.
He then convinced me, with chilling logic, that our baby was a "burden," something we "couldn't afford."
I went to the clinic alone.
My father died soon after.
Clutching his ashes in a biscuit tin, I saw Mike at a dealership, laughing with another woman, Tiffany.
I overheard her mocking me as a "womb weapon."
And Mike?
He casually called our two years together "research."
My love, my sacrifices, my dad’s life, our baby – all just an "experience" to him.
The world tilted.
I confronted him, his lies and my devastation exploding in our apartment.
My father’s ashes, his final sacrifice, scattered across the floor, revealing the full horror of Mike's true nature.
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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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