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The Prosecutor's Wife: A Mother's Fury

The Prosecutor's Wife: A Mother's Fury

 Modern
5.0
My son Leo was in the hospital, his small body covered in bruises after a school bully left him for dead. But I soon discovered the horrifying truth. My husband, Calvin, a powerful prosecutor, wasn't just ignoring our son's pain-he was actively protecting the bully's mother, his old flame, Bethany. He used his power to systematically destroy me. He got me fired from my job and had my lawyer drop our case. He planted a fake video online that painted my injured son as a violent aggressor, turning our community into a hateful mob that screamed at us on the street. In a courtroom packed with jeering strangers, with Calvin himself presiding over my public humiliation, he thought he had me broken. He had sacrificed his own family to protect his mistress and their secrets. But as he prepared to deliver the final verdict, I rose to my feet, my voice cutting through the silence. "Your Honor," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "I want to replace the defendant in this case."
When Love Turned To A Living Hell

When Love Turned To A Living Hell

 Modern
5.0
I worked three jobs to support my paralyzed husband, Gavin, and our developmentally delayed son, Leo. Life was a relentless grind, but I held our shattered family together, even taking in Gavin's infertile, widowed sister, Celeste. Then, one day, I collapsed from exhaustion at a construction site. My son, Leo, ran to get help, only to be mauled to death by a pack of stray dogs. At a charity gala weeks later, Celeste, wearing a necklace Gavin once gave me, cornered me. She mocked Leo's death, then brutally kicked me in the stomach, causing internal bleeding that led to an emergency hysterectomy. I could never have children again. Gavin, however, believed Celeste's lies that I had attacked her. He threw a razor at my head, called me a monster, and left me bleeding on the floor. When I tried to leave our apartment with Leo's ashes, Gavin and Celeste accused me of cheating. In the struggle, they shattered the urn, scattering my son's remains across the floor. Gavin kicked the ashes, calling them "trash." But hidden inside Leo's teddy bear, I found a voice recorder. On it was a recording of Gavin and Celeste, their voices clear and strong. They had faked his paralysis, stolen his company's assets, and Celeste had even wished for Leo to be gone. The betrayal was so immense, I collapsed, coughing up blood, as my world went dark one last time.
Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

 Billionaires
5.0
My eight-year marriage to tech mogul James Slater was a secret, a perfect facade of love and devotion. I was a celebrity chef, he was the doting husband, but it was all a beautiful lie. On our eighth anniversary, James showed me a video: my younger brother, Kelley, tied to a chair, humiliated, being tortured by an "artist" named Kirsten Casey. James called it "performance art," a twisted display of his new muse's "vision." He dismissed my horror, his staff echoing his words, claiming I "wouldn't understand." He gave me an ultimatum: prove Kirsten's illegality or publicly apologize for slandering her. When I pleaded for Kelley, he offered a million dollars for therapy, his voice flat and final. He said Kirsten was "important" and I wouldn't stand in her way. The truth was a physical blow. James was Kirsten's patron, her lover, her legal shield. He was using his immense power to protect her cruelty. I was trapped, isolated, my home a cage. "You're her lawyer? You're helping her do this?" I choked out, my voice raw. He just looked at me, his eyes devoid of love, and said, "Hannah, don't make this difficult." I signed the papers, desperate to protect Kelley. But it was too late. Kelley jumped. At the hospital, James, the primary benefactor, ordered them not to "waste resources." My brother died. My baby, too, lost in the horror. I was shattered, blaming myself for trusting him.
Kidney Betrayal, Love's Cruel Deception

Kidney Betrayal, Love's Cruel Deception

 Modern
5.0
Five years ago, I voluntarily gave my kidney to save my daughter, Lily, believing it was a sacrifice born of a father' s love. What I received in return was a meticulously orchestrated public humiliation: forced to wear women' s clothing and clown makeup, starring in a viral video that branded me a pervert and destroyed my career and reputation overnight. My wife, Sophia, and Lily stood by me, their unwavering support the thin thread I clung to, believing their love was real, even as I lived as a social pariah. But that belief shattered when I overheard Lily and Sophia confessing to their monstrous deception: Lily's illness was a lie, Sophia's "kidnapping" was a sham, and my kidney was meant for my bitter step-brother, Daniel, all part of a calculated plot to ruin me and seize control of my family's firm. My life was a cruel, elaborate stage play, and I, the fool, had been their unwitting star, leaving me with nothing but the chilling realization that my sacrifice was a mark of betrayal. I lay in a hospital bed, barely conscious after collapsing from their latest act of public shaming, as Sophia and Daniel plotted to commit me, solidifying their control over my life and what little savings I had left. The man they thought they' d broken was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. I would play their game, let them believe their victory was complete, and then I would disappear. This was not an escape, but a strategic retreat. For the first time in five years, I knew exactly what I had to do, and my vengeance would be meticulously planned, far from their reach.
Her Betrayal, My Revenge, Our Ruin

Her Betrayal, My Revenge, Our Ruin

 Romance
5.0
The air in the conference room was thick with failure, but I' d checked the system a dozen times-someone had tampered with it. Then, Sarah, my wife and CEO, her eyes like polished stones, fired me in front of the entire board. She handed my team, my department, my life' s work, over to Mark, her sniveling assistant who I just realized had sabotaged me. "You' re fired," she stated, her voice devoid of emotion, as if our years, our dreams, meant nothing. The humiliation was a physical weight, heavier than the knowledge that this woman, my partner, had just betrayed everything we built. As she put a comforting hand on Mark' s shoulder, a cold calm settled over me. She wanted my life' s work? The patented algorithm that powered her entire company? "Fine," I said, before initiating a full data wipe of every personal file on the company servers. I left, not with the car she' d called for me, but with one my brother had arranged. Now, my lawyer says her company is running on stolen tech. My brother, David, is the lead investor she didn' t even know about, and he' s not happy. Sarah' s company, built on my genius, is a house of cards. And I' m about to watch it fall.
The Billion-Dollar Intern

The Billion-Dollar Intern

 Billionaires
5.0
My boyfriend, Ethan, was sweet, naive, and an intern at my architecture firm. I, a junior architect buried in student debt, thought we were a team, struggling side-by-side in our expensive Soho loft, building a life together. Then, I found out our whole life was a lie. He wasn't a struggling intern; he was Ethan Lester, heir to a real estate empire, my landlord, and the son of my firm's biggest client. My colleagues, my bosses-they all knew he was playing house. They watched me mentor him, pay for his things, and fix his mistakes, treating my entire ambition and struggle as office entertainment. My heart pounded with nausea, but the real punch came when I realized he'd actively sabotaged my promotions to keep me by his side. How could the man I loved deliberately hold my career hostage, turning my trust into a cruel joke? My vision blurred with icy resolve. I picked up the phone. "Mr. Harrison," I said, my voice steady, "I quit." This was no longer a game; this was war, and I was just getting started.
The Napa Betrayal

The Napa Betrayal

 Romance
5.0
My life was perfectly aligned: a positive pregnancy test, a dream wedding in Napa Valley to my fiancé, Andrew, the man I' d loved for seven years. I snapped a photo of those two pink lines, my heart overflowing. This was our future. But then, stepping into the vineyard, I overheard Andrew confessing a shocking secret: he' d married someone else, his deceased brother' s pregnant girlfriend, Maria, just yesterday. His family insisted, it was for a "Scott heir." My perfect world shattered, the joy in my chest freezing into a lead weight. My pregnancy, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a burden. In a cold, clear haze, I deleted the photo, deleted our shared future, and scheduled an impossible appointment. The lies kept piling up: Maria showing up at our menu tasting, him escorting her past me at the clinic, her Instagram announcement of "Daddy and I can't wait." His entire family celebrated a new "Scott heir," clearly complicit in his deception. How could he think I wouldn't find out? How could he believe he could have his cake and eat it too, building a life with me on a foundation of such cruel lies? He underestimated me, utterly unaware of the chilling clarity that now filled me, or what I was truly capable of. I gave a performance worthy of an Oscar, then began to systematically dismantle his carefully constructed deception, starting by packing up every single thing he owned. My wedding day became the day his life would truly end, and mine would finally begin.
The Pregnant Wife's Bittersweet Revenge

The Pregnant Wife's Bittersweet Revenge

 Billionaires
5.0
The little stick showed two pink lines. Pregnant. A wave of dizziness hit me, but not from joy. The world dissolved, morphing into a sterile hospital room where a horrifying scene played out before my eyes. There stood Ethan, my husband, strangely distant, beside Victoria, my beautiful, golden half-sister. "It's done," Victoria purred, her voice like chilled honey. "She's gone. And the child." Then her chilling whisper: the "wellness supplements" she' d insisted on were poison, designed to destroy my pregnancy, ending in a fall, screaming, and blood. I gasped awake, clutching my stomach back in my own sunlit bathroom, the positive test still on the counter. It wasn't a nightmare; it was a terrifyingly real warning-my own husband and sister, conspiring to murder me and my unborn child, the chilling premonition of their betrayal. This wasn't just a day; it was the day it all began, but this time, I would rewrite the ending. They wouldn't take my child. They wouldn't kill me. A hard, steel resolve formed in my chest: I would protect my baby. And I would make them pay. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
Puppets of the Pop-ups

Puppets of the Pop-ups

 Fantasy
5.0
My daughter, Jessie, just 22, put down her phone at dinner and dropped a bomb: "I want all my rent money back. Plus interest." I sat there, stunned. But then, above her head, words pulsed in a glowing rectangle only I could see: *"It’s time. Your boomer parents are exploiting you! Demand financial freedom!”* That night was the start of a nightmare. The pop-ups raged, screaming about my 'theft' and Jessie's 'emotional labor,' twisting her into a demanding, entitled stranger. She threatened court, stole family heirlooms to sell them online, and manipulated her soft-hearted father, David, into handing her cash for 'self-improvement courses' that never existed. He, bless his naive heart, just wanted peace, even as Jessie shredded our family unit. I watched, helpless, as she descended into a greed I barely recognized, fueled by those insidious voices. Was this truly my daughter, or was some digital entity puppeteering her every cruel demand? Why was I the only one who saw the glowing commands pushing her further into depravity? My family was crumbling, my husband enabling, and my daughter turning into a monster, all thanks to these invisible whispers. The final straw came when, driven by those very pop-ups, Jessie destroyed her own life chasing a wealthy, deadbeat fiancé, leaving behind ruin and a neglected baby. That's when David and I decided: we’d stop fighting her battles. We’d save her son, but the daughter we knew was gone. We had to sever ties, for our own survival.
Play Love Tricks On CEO

Play Love Tricks On CEO

 Romance
4.7
Never did Flora expect that love would be that fragile. She and her fiance had been together for fifteen years, but he cheated on her with another woman. That night, she became a homeless deserted woman. William, a noble man from a rich family, whose identity was a mystery. They were from two different worlds but became neighbors by accident. Love tricks started their story. However, their marriage only lasted two years. She became a divorced young woman, and the woman who was somewhat looked like her became his fiancee.