Cinderella's Sister
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My Body, Their Betrayal: A Political Game
Modern I thought my pregnancy was the culmination of our love. But it was just a calculated move in my husband's political game. A surrogacy agreement on his laptop revealed the horrifying truth.
The contract stated that after his election, custody of my baby would be transferred to my unstable sister, Britni.
I overheard them all-my husband, my sister, and even my own parents-discussing the plan. They called me a "walking incubator," a strategic asset with "perfect genetics" for their campaign narrative.
My life wasn't a love story; it was a transaction. They had turned my body into a political tool and planned to steal my child.
The trusting woman I was died that night, replaced by a cold, calculated strategist ready for war.
They thought they had me trapped, a perfect prop for their perfect family.
But they made a fatal mistake.
I walked into a clinic and made a choice that was mine alone, severing the last tie that bound me to their monstrous ambition. Then, I picked up the phone and called the one journalist who could burn their entire world to the ground. Too Late, Mr. Don: The Wife You Buried
Mafia I went to the family lawyer for a routine travel clearance. Instead, I was handed a divorce decree. The ink was three years old.
While I had been playing the role of the dutiful Capo's wife, Dante had secretly divorced me the day after our fifth anniversary.
Twenty-four hours later, he legally married the nanny, Gia, and named her cruel-eyed son as his heir.
I returned home to confront him, only for the boy to throw boiling tomato soup on me.
Dante didn't check my burns. He cradled the boy and looked at me with pure, drug-fueled hatred, calling me a monster for upsetting his "son."
The final blow came in a parking garage. A car sped toward us.
Dante didn't pull me to safety. He shoved me into the vehicle's path, using my body as a human shield to protect his mistress.
Lying broken on the asphalt, I realized Aria Vitiello was already dead to him. So, I decided to make it official.
I arranged a private flight over the Atlantic and ensured there were no survivors.
By the time Dante was weeping over the wreckage, realizing too late that he had been poisoned against me, I was already in France.
The Canary was dead. The Reaper had risen. Too Late For Your Forgiveness Now
Modern My throat was closing up, anaphylactic shock setting in from the peanuts my half-sister, Kecia, had hidden in the macaron.
But Jonathan didn't call 911.
He rolled his eyes, called me "dramatic," and handed Kecia my late mother's vintage Cartier bracelet-the one heirloom I had left-just to comfort her.
I woke up in the ER alone, only to find my father had sold me off to save his company.
I was forced to marry Gage Sawyer, the "Sleeping Prince," a man rumored to be in a permanent vegetative state.
Jonathan stayed with Kecia, believing her lie that she was his childhood savior.
He didn't know I was the one who saved him years ago. He didn't care that she tried to kill me.
But on my wedding day, as I stood by the altar ready to sign my life away, my comatose groom suddenly squeezed my hand.
Gage Sawyer was wide awake, and he wanted revenge just as much as I did.
When Jonathan finally learned the truth and crashed the wedding begging for forgiveness, I looked him dead in the eye.
"You're trespassing, Mr. Chavez."
"I'm Mrs. Sawyer now." Unwanted Mate: The Rise of the Silver Healer
Werewolf Five years ago, I poured my rare Silver Essence into Alpha Damien’s dying body, nearly sacrificing my own life to stitch his fatal wounds.
But when he woke up, Seraphina was the one sitting by his bedside with a wet cloth. He assumed she was his savior, and she never corrected him.
Now, three weeks before our Mating Ceremony, Damien brought her into our home.
She was pregnant, and she was wearing his bite mark.
"It is a Life Debt, Isla," Damien told me, his voice devoid of warmth. "She saved me. The Elders invoked the statute. You will accept this."
He moved her into the penthouse meant for us. He demanded I use my healing gifts to tend to his mistress and their "miracle" heir.
I became a ghost in my own pack, forced to watch my Fated Mate shower her with the love that belonged to me. He even ordered me to publicly apologize to her for my "jealousy."
But as I reviewed her medical file, I found the truth he was too blind to see.
The fetus was six weeks old. He had only marked her three weeks ago.
And her energy levels? Non-existent. She didn't have a drop of healing magic in her blood.
Damien thought I was preparing for our wedding.
Instead, I picked up a red marker and crossed out the date on the calendar.
On the morning of the ceremony, while he waited at the altar, I answered his frantic call.
"I, Isla, reject you, Damien."
It was time he learned exactly what he had thrown away. A Doctor's Fall, A Mafia Queen's Rise
Mafia My husband, a Mafia Underboss, built me a perfect life. I was the Chief Resident at a top hospital, the accomplished Dr. Falcone. But my world shattered when a woman brought her four-year-old son to my clinic.
The boy had a rare genetic allergy—one that runs only in my family. On his intake form, his father’s name was listed as "Emilio Thomas," my husband's secret middle name. Then, my husband’s voice came through the woman’s phone, and I saw him pick them up from my office window, a perfect, secret family.
That night, at our family's most important gala, the boy ran up to me, screaming, "You're the bad lady trying to take my daddy away!" The crowd turned on me, whispering that I was the other woman. On the boy's wrist was the custom bracelet I gave my husband on our first anniversary.
When I reached for it, Emilio shoved me. I hit my head on a table, and a sharp pain ripped through my abdomen as blood soaked my dress. I lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying—the legitimate Moretti heir. My husband turned his back on me, leaving with his other family as I bled on the ballroom floor.
He never visited me in the hospital. His mistress, Hayden, did. She gloated that she’d planned it all, and that Emilio swore he'd never have another child after their son was born. I was just a barren, placeholder wife.
But this was more than a betrayal; it was a declaration of war. That night, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test I’d taken before the gala. I was six weeks pregnant with the true Moretti heir, and now, I had a weapon. His Forsaken Omega, The Alpha King's Ruin
Werewolf For fifteen years, I was the destined mate of the formidable Alpha, Dustin Powell. He called me his Anchor, the only one who could soothe the beast within him.
But our perfect world shattered when I felt his betrayal through our psychic bond: the scent of another woman, a flash of her red nails on his thigh. My inner wolf howled in agony.
He lied about urgent pack business on my birthday, but I found a single bleached-blonde hair in his car. At the restaurant where we first met, I discovered his secret phone and saw the explicit texts from his assistant, Jami. *“Are you with her now? Is it as boring as you say?”* she taunted.
Then came the picture message: Jami holding a Tiffany's box he’d bought for her. *“Can’t wait for you to put this on me tonight, Alpha.”* The poison of his betrayal made me physically sick.
My pack's Healer confirmed my illness wasn't food poisoning but a "Soul-Rejection"—our bond was so contaminated by his affair that my very soul was rejecting him. That night, Jami sent me a final, vicious psychic attack: a picture of her positive pregnancy test. *“His bloodline belongs to me now. You lose, old woman.”*
I had been his anchor, but an anchor can also choose to let go. I called my lawyer. "I want nothing from him," I said. "Not a cent. I want to be free." This wasn't an escape; it was a carefully planned retreat. His world was about to collapse, and I was going to be the one to light the match. A Perfect Lie: His Doll Wife
Romance I was a good architect, overseeing my dream project, until a fire on the 45th floor burned my life to the ground. I saved a man, but in return, the flames took my face and my future, leaving me a disfigured monster.
Then he appeared like a savior—Carter Long, the brilliant plastic surgeon I’d secretly loved for years. He promised to restore me. He promised to protect me. He even married me.
After two years of painful surgeries, the day the final bandages came off, he handed me a mirror. The face staring back was a beautiful stranger's.
He showed me a photo of an influencer, a woman named Gia. "My one true love," he said, a wistful look in his eyes.
I had been sculpted into her perfect replica.
His plan was monstrous. I was to be her body double, a living shield to protect her from scandals. "You are my masterpiece," he said coldly. "You owe me."
I stared at the man I had married, the man who promised to save me. He threatened to release photos of my burned face if I disobeyed. He wasn't my savior; he was my creator and my jailer.
My reflection mocked me. I wasn't Alysha Jones anymore. I was a copy, a counterfeit trapped in a gilded cage built on his obsession. And I had no way out. His Secret, Her New Beginning
Romance I stared at my phone, Liam's name glowing on the screen. For five years, I was his secret, his on-again, off-again lover, hidden from everyone, especially his sister, my best friend.
Then, two weeks ago at a tech gala, he introduced another woman as his girlfriend, dismissing me with a cold, small nod, as if I were a distant acquaintance. My heart shattered as he laughed away my five years of devotion as just "fun."
I finally typed a reply to his persistent messages: "I'm getting married, Liam." His immediate, angry calls followed, demanding to know who. I'd accepted David Chen's quiet, respectful proposal, a life where I wouldn't have to hide. When Liam discovered it was David, he accused me of marrying for money, blaming me for his mistakes.
It was infuriating. How could he possibly misunderstand so profoundly, believing my escape was still about him, still a game to manipulate his attention?
But I was finally free. I blocked his number, ready to paint my own picture on a blank canvas. Five Years, A Beautiful Placeholder
Romance Tonight was supposed to be perfect, our fifth wedding anniversary, and I, Ava Monroe, was glowing, a secret smile playing on my lips for the news I planned to share with my loving husband, Liam.
But then, a strange, unlocked phone in his study revealed a picture: Liam with another woman, Sophia Chen, whose hand clung to his with an intimacy that made my blood run cold.
Hidden, I heard his voice, tender and intimate, confirming my worst fears about Sophia and a chilling dismissiveness towards me: "Ava doesn\'t suspect a thing. She\'s probably in the kitchen, playing the perfect wife, just like always."
He then spoke of a "real, legally binding" marriage that wasn\'t ours, calling our five years "a beautiful placeholder," a "five-year arrangement that\'s about to end." My perfect life shattered, exposing his carefully constructed deceit.
My heart hammered with a terrifying realization: I was pregnant with his child, a child conceived in a lie, while he was secretly married to another woman.
Then, at a charity gala, with my arm still bruised from Sophia\'s staged fall and Liam\'s furious accusations, I saw them.
Under the table, while he held my hand for the cameras, his other hand stroked hers-a secret, intimate gesture meant for me.
The sheer audacity, the cold, calculated performance, didn\'t even hurt anymore; it simply filled me with a profound, soul-crushing boredom.
I just wanted out.
Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through my body, as I collapsed, instinctively knowing Sophia had poisoned me, and Liam, blinded by his own narrative, walked away, leaving me to my fate.
Waking up alone in a sterile hospital room, no longer pregnant, I learned the truth: Sophia had tried to kill me, and Liam' s betrayal went deeper than I ever imagined.
I would disappear, but not before leaving behind the unedited truth of his monstrous betrayal. She Heard Their Secrets, She Built Her Empire
Sci-fi I woke up with the familiar scent of burnt coffee, seeing my charming boyfriend, Ethan Scott, across from me in our town's diner. He was pitching a blueprint for his "ultimate survivalist influencer retreat," that smile on his face the same one that made everyone swoon.
But then, it all crashed back: the blueprint, the diner, the date. Ten days until the solar flare. Ten days until the end. I' d lived this before.
In my previous life, I poured my family's everything into building this exact bunker for him. He promised payment, sponsorship. It never came. When the sky turned green and the grid failed, he locked us out-my parents and me, begging at the reinforced window of the shelter we built. He laughed as we died in the chaos.
Now, as he spoke, his voice a smooth river of lies, another voice echoed in my head, sharp and clear: his real, sickening thoughts. This wasn't a dream. It was a second chance, and with it, a terrifying new ability to hear the betrayal lurking beneath his words.
He took everything from us then. This time, I'm taking it all back. And I' m starting with his ultimate retreat. The Wife He Broke, The Woman Who Rose
Romance My husband, Andrew, came home tonight, and he wasn't alone.
Standing beside him was his high-school sweetheart, Sabrina Chavez, her hand resting conspicuously on her swollen belly.
Then, he dropped the bombshell: Sabrina would be his public partner, she was pregnant, and our marriage was a mistake.
He called me barren, an embarrassment from the mountains, and declared he was being generous by not divorcing me, condemning me to stay unseen.
My world tilted, because I was four months pregnant, secretly carrying our child, a truth he dismissed with cruel words.
The next morning, his security team dumped my belongings in the cold, damp basement - a place not for living, but for storage.
My old illness, the one I got saving him, returned with a vengeance, and a sharp pain told me I was losing our baby.
Then I watched them chainsaw down the cherry blossom tree Andrew and I planted, a brutal symbol of our love' s end.
Days later, Andrew accused me of making Sabrina miscarry, though I knew it wasn't my doing.
He beat me, kicked me until I curled on the floor, and in that agony, my baby was gone.
He locked me in the basement, bleeding, broken, but a cold fire began to burn inside me.
I mailed the signed divorce papers and left my tiny son, wrapped in cloth, for Andrew to find.
Then, I set fire to my old life, burning it all to ashes, and whispered, "I' m coming home. For expansion."
I escaped into the night, ready to reclaim my power. The King's Cruel Game
Mafia I thought I lived a romance, me and Rex, King of The Devil' s Brigade.
He saved me and my best friend, Clare, from a highway ambush years ago, my knight in shining armor.
We found love, safety, cherished trophies in his clubhouse.
But one night, Rex' s whisper shattered everything.
He confessed the "ambush" was a staged setup, a cruel trap, for a shadowy woman named Silas' s amusement.
Every tender touch became a malicious lie; he even subtly poisoned me, causing our child' s loss.
Clare watched Marcus, the man she loved, systematically destroy her, culminating in him handing her most cherished locket to Silas.
Broken, Clare erupted, igniting the workshop in a fiery inferno, consuming Silas and herself in a defiant, deadly embrace.
My world crumbled into betrayal and icy rage.
How could the man I loved orchestrate such a monstrous game, feeding our pain to a woman who reveled in our torment?
The injustice felt like a physical wound.
The naive Amy died with Clare in that fire.
Only vengeance remained, cold and precise.
I meticulously planned their destruction, orchestrating a final, bloody scene, only to wake in a hospital bed, Clare alive beside me.
Everything was a terrifying, comatose nightmare.
But was my world of pain, betrayal, and revenge just a figment, or something insidious trailing into my reality? A Mother's Unbreakable Will: Against a Heartless Man
Romance July Fourth.
I promised my twins, Leo and Lily, a trip to the new Apex Park.
My husband, Ethan, assured them the fireworks would be the best.
Perhaps it was just a shadow of Daniel, the man I truly loved, smiling back at me.
Inside the bustling park, Ethan’s phone rang.
His face changed when he heard her name: Chloe.
He muttered about a medical emergency and vanished, leaving me alone with our children.
Then the sky opened, pouring rain, thunder booming, chaos erupting.
In the frantic panic, amid the screaming crowds, I lost my little boy, Leo.
Hours later, soaked and desperate, I found Lily, silent and traumatized, clutching her doll.
But Leo… I found only a torn piece of his favorite blue jacket near a broken ride.
At the hospital, the doctor’s grim words echoed: "He didn't make it. Mangled."
My world shattered, one piece for every broken promise.
Outside, a TV screen flashed: "Ethan Ainsworth celebrates with Chloe Vance, announces pregnancy."
My phone buzzed with Ethan's text: "Kids shouldn't wander off. Stop overreacting, Sarah. It’s always drama with you."
Then his voice on the phone, cold and angry: "If that defective kid is dead, just get him cremated. Fast. I don’t want any more fuss."
Defective kid. My son. His son.
How could a father abandon his children, mock their passing, and then celebrate a new life?
As the words "defective kid" echoed, a cold, hard resolve settled in my heart.
With nothing left to lose, and my mother-in-law Eleanor by my side, I knew one thing.
He would pay.
The charade was over, and the fight had just begun. The Auction That Rewrote My Future
Billionaires My future was meticulously planned: Columbia University, an SAT score above 1550 – the Winston way.
Then, a notification: an anonymous link led to an auction site displaying hundreds of twisted deepfakes of my private life.
The seller: "CB_Blackwood." – Caleb.
Caleb Blackwood, the boy my father had saved, was auctioning my dignity.
I frantically bid my trust fund, but Ashley Jenkins, Caleb’s vapid girlfriend, always outbid me.
Caleb then demanded my 1550 SAT score as the ultimate stakes.
In desperation, I bid it all.
I ‘won’ the auction, but the next morning: my bank accounts empty, my SAT score zero.
Ashley received my 1550 and Columbia scholarship, while my deepfakes were everywhere.
The shame was a physical weight.
As I fell from my balcony, a chilling truth hit: Caleb used a "Contract Auction System"—legally binding.
His goal was not just money; it was my future, total destruction.
Then, a gasp. I sat upright in bed.
April 15th. Weeks before.
I was back.
The horror was fresh, but a cold, hard new emotion burned: revenge. Fall Under Your Spell
Romance Teresa didn’t expect her whole world would crumble apart because of a secret she learned. As a happy-go-lucky girl, she returned home solely to participate in a jewelry designing competition. On this unfortunate day, she got targeted by Jerome, the most cunning man she ever met.
"What...what...what do you want from me?" Teresa asked as she watched him step closer to her. Seeing the fear in her eyes, a sneer appeared on his handsome face. "Well, you’ve found out my secrets, so..." he faltered, waiting to get her reaction.
"So what?"
"I want you to take responsibility!" His voice echoed in the room.
“Fo.. for what?" she stammered.
In a swift motion, he took out a marriage agreement. Leaning closer, he whispered, "Marry me or I’ll see you in court. It’s your choice." 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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