Danruo Chami
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The Betrayed Heiress's Spectacular Doomsday Comeback
Modern In exactly thirty days, the global financial system would collapse, plunging the world into a starving, bloody apocalypse.
In my previous life, my brothers and I desperately fought for scraps in the ruined city, but the person I trusted most pushed me into the abyss.
My older brother Ethan was beaten to death by a frantic mob while buying time for us to escape.
My other brother, Mason, went out to scavenge antibiotics for my infected wound, only to have his hands chopped off by a gang. He bled out in my arms.
When I was too sick to walk, my boyfriend Dean—the man I loved and relied on—dragged me to a group of ruthless scavengers.
"She's still breathing. I'll trade her for that one can of food."
I died in the freezing dirt, humiliated and broken.
I couldn't understand how the world had turned into such a living hell, or how the man who swore to protect me could sell my life so cheaply.
Opening my eyes again, I was back thirty days before the end of the world, just as my abusive father raised his hand to slap me for my trust fund money.
This time, I shattered his wrist, liquidated my eight-million-dollar trust, and awakened a miraculous pocket dimension.
I am going to build an impenetrable fortress, and in this life, I will be the monster they should all fear. After Three Years in Prison, I Married the Ruthless Billionaire
Modern Three years in prison.
A ruined face.
A fiancé and a cousin who stole everything she had.
Chloe Sinclair woke up in a hotel room wearing nothing but a strange man's shirt.
A dead man lay beside her.
Before she could explain, reporters stormed in. Her fiancé, Brandan, accused her of cheating and murder in front of every camera. Her cousin, Jessica, crushed Chloe's fingers beneath her heel and whispered:
"Your designs, your name, and Brandan-everything you had is mine now."
By the end of the day, Chloe had lost her engagement, her reputation, and her future.
By the end of the trial, she was a convicted killer.
They thought three years in prison would destroy her.
Instead, it gave her time to remember every face, every lie, and every debt.
After a suspicious prison fire left her disfigured, a mysterious benefactor paid for her facial reconstruction and gave her a new identity.
Three years later, Chloe Martin walked free with only two things left from her old life: a canary diamond cufflink from the crime scene-and a promise that everyone who ruined Chloe Sinclair would pay.
Then the powerful Mitchell family offered her a deal.
Marry Cullen Mitchell, their comatose heir, and they would give her the money, protection, and influence she needed to reclaim Sinclair Group.
Chloe signed without hesitation.
But on her wedding night, the man who walked into her room was not her unconscious husband.
It was Barrett Mitchell-the ruthless billionaire who controlled the Mitchell empire and despised every woman who tried to get close to him.
Every woman except Chloe.
Soon, she discovered that the marriage contract was hiding an even darker secret.
Legally, she might never have married Cullen at all.
She might already be Barrett Mitchell's wife.
Now Chloe must seduce the man who hates her, expose the conspiracy that sent her to prison, and take back everything Brandan and Jessica stole.
But the closer Barrett gets to her, the more dangerous the truth becomes.
Because the cufflink she carried out of that hotel room may belong to someone inside the Mitchell family. The Alpha's Cruel Bet: The Rejected Omega
Werewolf On our one-year anniversary, I waited in red silk, praying my Alpha, Alex, would finally mark me as his Luna.
Instead, a notification popped up on his tablet: "The Omega Prank."
I tapped it and watched a livestream of him draping the Moonstone Necklace around another woman's neck, laughing that I smelled like desperation.
It turned out the last year of my life was just a bet. A game to entertain the bored elites.
But the humiliation didn't stop at the truth.
Alex forced me to wear a diamond collar at the Charity Gala, parading me as "The Alpha's Pet" while the pack laughed.
When his grandmother ordered me beaten with a cane for a painting his mistress ruined, Alex didn't stop them.
He just poured a drink and looked away while the wood cracked against my spine.
I didn't scream. I just watched him check his phone, indifferent to my blood.
He thought he could exile me to a winter cabin to keep his "embarrassment" hidden.
He didn't know I had already initiated the Ghost Protocol.
I staged a bloody scene at the cliff's edge, making it look like a rogue attack.
Standing over the freezing black water, I looked back one last time and severed the bond.
"I reject you, Alex Bradley."
Then I jumped, leaving him with nothing but a fake suicide scene and a regret that would come too late. Too Late For His Forgiveness
Xuanhuan The man I loved, the man I was going to marry, asked me to save my twin sister' s life. He didn't look at me as he explained that Annabell's kidneys were failing completely.
Then, he slid the annulment papers across the table. It wasn't just my kidney they wanted. It was my fiancé, too. He told me Annabell's dying wish was to marry him, even for a day.
My family' s reaction was brutal.
"After everything we've done for you?" my mother shrieked. "Annabell saved your father's life! She gave him a piece of herself! And you can't do the same for her?"
My father stood beside her, his face grim. He told me if I wouldn't be a part of the family, I didn't belong in his house. I was being cast out. Again.
They didn't know the truth. They didn't know that five years ago, Annabell drugged my coffee, causing me to miss our father's transplant surgery. She took my place, emerging a hero with a fake scar while I woke up in a cheap motel, branded a coward. The kidney humming inside my father was mine.
They didn't know I only had one kidney left. And they certainly didn't know that a rare disease was already ravaging my body, giving me only months to live.
Abel found me later, his voice ragged.
"Choose, Aurora. Her, or you."
A strange calm washed over me. What did it matter anymore? I looked at the man who once promised me forever and agreed to sign my life away.
"Fine," I said. "I'll do it." Twenty-Seven Days of Deceit
Romance For twenty-seven days, I sat hoping by my mother' s hospital bed, begging Olivia, the woman I' d loved for six years, to marry me.
Her excuses flowed like water-"Swamped with work," "Bad timing," "Next week, honey."
Then, a text. And a picture. Olivia, radiant in a wedding dress, arm-in-arm with Brandon, her childhood friend. The marriage certificate read: twenty-seven days ago. The very day my dying mother had entered the hospital and I' d first proposed.
The world shattered. My phone buzzed again, an apology from Olivia: she couldn' t make our courthouse wedding, Brandon wasn' t feeling well. Another lie.
That same evening, the nurse grimly told me Mom had passed away. Olivia' s deceit had poisoned her last wish.
I was numb, my heart a block of ice. When Olivia called later, feigning concern, trying to string me along with more empty promises, something snapped.
"Mom is dead, Olivia," I said, then hung up, letting myself finally break. I wouldn' t forgive her. Not for Mom. Not for me.
I purged everything-my job, my apartment, every trace of her. But she just wouldn' t quit.
Then, the ultimate betrayal: I found Brandon, her secret husband, in my bed, in my apartment, wearing my clothes, while she tried to pull another pretense of love. I walked out, leaving the wreckage behind.
I fled south, seeking a clean break, a new start. My life was shattered, but I vowed to rebuild. Her Scars, His Final Stand
Romance The rain hammered against my windowpane, a relentless drumbeat mirroring the dull throb in my abdomen-a constant reminder of the child I' d lost. My husband, Captain David Miller, was a celebrated hero on TV, his charismatic smile a stark contrast to the corroding rust of our marriage. Right there, beside him, was Chloe, my best friend, looking at him with adoration, her hand tucked in his arm. They didn' t know the real David, not like I did.
The betrayal had been a slow, agonizing descent, a series of small, sharp cuts. Late nights, calls taken in hushed tones, excuses woven around Chloe' s supposed fragility. "She' s fragile, Scar," he' d say, "You' re strong. You understand." I tried to, but then he missed our anniversary for her panic attack, my doctor' s appointment for her broken-down car. Each time, a piece of my trust chipped away.
The final, unforgivable act came when I lay bleeding on the floor, calling him in a choked whisper. "David, please. Something' s wrong. I' m… I' m bleeding." I heard Chloe' s tearful voice in the background, "David, don' t go. I need you." He hesitated. That cold, sharp hesitation twisted in my gut. He never came. I lost our baby alone in a sterile hospital room while he comforted her. He truly cared more about her feelings than our child.
Months later, with my mother' s funeral underway, Chloe approached me again. "It' s like she had to go so my son could live," she whispered, claiming my dying mother was a necessary sacrifice for her child. My suppressed rage ignited. This woman, who had manipulated my husband, stolen my locket, and had a piece of my body donated to her, was now mocking my grief.
"I want a divorce, David," I declared, the words cutting through the chaos. He tried to deny it, to plead, to promise. But his love was poison, and I was done. I walked away from the graveside, leaving behind the man who had destroyed everything. With the help of my father' s old friend, an opportunity for a new life, a new name, appeared.
I didn' t look back as I dropped my wedding ring into a trash can at the airport. It made a small, tinny sound, the final note on a life I was leaving behind. As the city lights faded below, I felt a flicker of peace. My past was over. My future was waiting. The Sister's Treason
Modern In my first life, I died for my family, betrayed by the closest person to me.
My father, a high-ranking State Department official, was disgraced, and my mother died of grief.
It was my older sister, Stella, who orchestrated it all.
She poisoned my family' s reputation with a self-righteous speech at a D.C. gala, becoming a progressive darling while our lives crumbled.
My fiancé, Ethan Lester, and the Vice President' s son championed her, oblivious to the destruction she wrought.
But the ultimate betrayal came when I joined the army to protect my younger brother.
Stella, posing as a "war correspondent," leaked my patrol's location to insurgents.
She deemed a rescue "not worth the risk," leaving me to bleed out in the dirt, her face the last thing I saw.
How could my own sister, who once claimed to love me, deliberately condemn me to such a horrific end?
The pain of her betrayal was worse than any bullet.
Now, I've woken up again, back at that lavish D.C. gala, seconds before she destroys everything.
This time, things will be different. From Grave to Gilded Cage: A Mother's Vengeance
Billionaires My son, Andrew, killed me. Not with a weapon, but with a slow, agonizing betrayal that drained every ounce of life. I spent my entire existence and my formidable family' s legacy building a golden path for him, scheming and battling to make him a hero, while I became everyone's villain.
For my trouble? He stood over my grave, radiating false humility, telling the world he was finally free from his "materialistic, power-hungry" mother, preaching about earning one's own way from a mansion my money bought. The press called him a saint; I was a cautionary tale. The last thing I remembered was the crushing weight of failure and an ungrateful child.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was back. Back in my gilded cage of a D.C. home, facing my husband. He was starting the exact conversation that first pushed me down the path of destruction, where I sacrificed everything to make Andrew the political heir. Why was I given a second chance at this hell?
But this time, a chilling calm settled over me. This time, I' d write a different ending. Reborn in Flames: The Chief's Reckoning
Modern The emergency sirens wailed, another Diablo Wind fire ripping through our valley, just like the last time.
As an elite smokejumper and daughter of a Cal Fire legend, I knew these fires.
I also knew my husband, Fire Chief Caleb, was supposed to be leading the fight.
But in my last life, Caleb's betrayal cost me everything; he left me to die in a blizzard after our baby was stillborn, all because he loved Chloe, his childhood friend, more.
Now, reborn into this same nightmare, I knew the fire wasn't the only threat-Caleb was using it as a cover for his affair with Chloe, burning through vital resources while abandoning his post.
When I tried to reach out for aid, Caleb convinced his loyal friend, Sheriff Brody, that I was having a psychotic break, framing me as the arsonist.
Brody, blinded by Caleb's lies, prevented my escape, causing me to fall and tragically lose my unborn child.
Our town was devastated, and Brody's deputies were lost, all while I was held captive, my pleas ignored.
Why did Caleb consistently choose deception and destruction?
How could a man sworn to protect his community, his family, be so utterly monstrous, and then twist the truth to blame me?
The injustice of it all, compounded by the loss of my child, ignited a cold, hard rage inside me, dulling the grief.
But then, my sister-in-law, Maya, discovered undeniable evidence from a trail cam: Chloe wasn't just Caleb's mistress, she was intimately connected to "Phoenix," the eco-terrorist who started the fire.
Brody, witnessing the true villainy and the devastation his blind loyalty wrought, broke down, offering me his absolute allegiance.
With my new purpose forged in tragedy, I knew exactly how I would use his guilt and his position to systematically dismantle Caleb's world, piece by agonizing piece. When Trust Shatters
Modern I, Sarah Thompson, a driven software developer, had poured my life into securing a multi-million dollar Manhattan condo and a coveted spot at the elite Parkside Academy for my daughter, Emily, envisioning her perfect future.
My well-ordered world came crashing down mid-business trip when an unknown South Bronx public school called, bizarrely claiming my Emily Thompson was enrolled there, accumulating unpaid fees and behavioral issues.
Rushing back to Parkside, my heart hammered as I was shockingly accused by the headmistress of being an imposter, attempting to abduct my own child.
The surreal nightmare intensified when my husband, Kevin, arrived hand-in-hand with his high school flame, Jessie, and publicly disavowed me, coldly labeling me mentally unstable and proclaiming Jessie as Emily's mother.
My mind reeled from the sudden, grotesque betrayal; how could the man I trusted orchestrate such a calculated deception, twisting reality to paint me as a delusional stranger?
Every fiber of my being screamed over the injustice, desperate to know: Where was my real Emily?
The gut-wrenching revelation that our daughter was neglected in his abusive mother's trailer park jolted me from despair, igniting an unyielding resolve.
I wouldn't just fight; I would dismantle every lie to reclaim my child and expose their monstrous plot. Stolen Love, Stolen Identity
Romance Sarah Miller and Ethan Vanderbilt were a unit, nearly a decade strong, their love a rebellion against his old-money East Coast family, especially his disapproving mother.
Then, a devastating crash left Ethan with amnesia, his life clinging by a thread, desperately needing a rare bone marrow transplant – a perfect match Sarah bravely provided.
But when she awoke, weak yet hopeful, she found Ethan by the side of Ashley Davenport, a 'friend' always coveting him, who now claimed she was his fiancée and his savior.
Ethan, his eyes empty of recognition, looked right through Sarah as his mother, Eleanor, coldly dismissed her as an 'unstable fan,' allowing her to stay only as a tormented household servant.
Every day, Sarah endured Ashley' s taunts, Tiffany' s cruelty, and Ethan' s chilling indifference, watching her life, her love, erased before her eyes.
The man who once whispered 'You're my angel' now lashed out with contempt, accusing her of theft, of trying to harm the woman who stole her place.
The systematic destruction of their shared memories, coupled with Ethan' s utter lack of recall, fueled an agonizing despair: how could he forget their entire life, his love for her, the sacrifice she made?
Finally, unjustly accused of theft and violent outbursts by the deceptive duo, Sarah was brutally cast out of the mansion, broken and alone, with nowhere left to turn.
Yet, just when all hope seemed lost, a quiet act of kindness from an unexpected source offered a glimmer of light and a chance at a new beginning, far from the Vanderbilt' s cruel facade. 100 Reasons to Vanish
Romance My life with Ethan was a fairytale.
Diamonds cut like stars, a library wing, a best-selling book titled "100 Reasons Mia Hayes is the Center of My World"-he built a universe around me, declaring me his guide.
I was his everything, or so I believed.
Then, I found it.
A hidden folder on his home office computer.
Images of Ethan and a young woman, Skyler Reed, sickeningly intimate and explicit.
My carefully constructed world shattered, a thousand glittering pieces falling around me.
The betrayal was a physical blow, colder than any frost.
Every grand gesture, every loving declaration, now felt like a cruel joke, a meticulously crafted lie designed to blind me.
I remembered my one rule for us, whispered years ago: "If you ever truly lie to me, if you break that trust, I will walk away. And you will never find me again."
He had laughed then, promising I was his universe.
Now, his universe was a lie.
A cold dread seeped into my bones.
The fear, long buried, clawed its way up my throat.
How could I have been so blind?
So utterly naive?
Was everything just a performance for his audience, for my adoration?
The profound humiliation burned hotter than anger.
But amidst the wreckage, a chilling clarity emerged.
My world was destroyed, yes, but I was not.
The decision was instant.
Cold. Clear.
I picked up the burner phone I'd bought months ago, a nagging unease I'd dismissed as paranoia.
"It's Amelia Hayes," I said, my voice devoid of emotion.
"I need to activate the Disappearance Protocol. Immediately." My Sweet, Silent Revenge
Modern My marriage was crumbling, not because of a cheating husband, but because of his mother – my mother-in-law, Brenda. She was a compulsive thief, but her family called it eccentric.
Until the day she framed me for grand larceny, planting stolen heirlooms and stacks of cash in my purse right before a family gathering.
No one believed me. Not Mike, my husband, who stood idly by as his "misunderstood" mother wove elaborate lies on the stand. I was convicted and sentenced to years in prison. By the time I got out, Mike had divorced me, my life was in ruins, and I found a desperate escape that ultimately led to my death.
I died angry, heartbroken, and utterly betrayed by the very people who should have protected me. They built their lives on the ashes of mine, while I suffered for a crime I didn't commit, a victim of their blindness and her malicious deceit.
But then, I woke up. My eyes snapped open, and the digital clock read 9:03 AM – three years before the addiction, before the prison, before my death. It wasn't a dream. It was an impossible second chance. This time, I wouldn't be the victim. I would be the orchestrator. My sweet, silent revenge would begin, and they wouldn't even see it coming. Drowned and Reborn: The Heir's Vengeance
Billionaires I was Ethan Thorne, heir to the Kingmaker Casino empire. After saving Veronica Vance and her family from a fiery hotel inferno in Monaco, I was rewarded with her hand in marriage, an alliance supposedly forged in gratitude.
On our wedding night, her eyes were cold, filled with something far from love. "You ruined everything," she whispered, her voice like ice, before having me kidnapped. She believed my heroism had overshadowed Julian Croft, the man she truly loved.
Her men dragged me to a rotting shack deep in the Louisiana bayous and threw me into a dark, alligator-filled pool. The last thing I saw was Veronica' s serene face as Julian, her 'lost' love, reappeared beside her, smirking, his arms full of stolen art. She killed me, not for defiance, but for helping her family.
I died in that putrid swamp, gnawed by beasts, wondering how my good deed had become my death sentence. How could saving a life lead to such cold, calculated betrayal?
Then, I woke up. Not in the bayou, but on "The Starlight Express," a luxury train. I was Elias, a lowly attendant. News of a sabotaged trestle ahead crackled over the radio. Veronica Vance was on board, her cruel eyes fixed on me. This time, I wouldn't be a hero for anyone. My past kindness had earned me a pit of alligators. Never again. His Regret, Her Rebirth
Romance Seven years. That's how long I’d been trapped in a marriage where 'we' felt like a generous lie.
My husband, Ethan, barely spoke to me, his eyes always on Chloe and his burgeoning career, never on me.
Just weeks before the end, in a rare moment of cruelty, he looked me dead in the eye and said, 'I regret being with you. I never wanted kids with you.'
Those cutting words echoed as the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal filled the air, and then, nothing.
Thanksgiving dinner with the man who’d emotionally neglected me for years, his true affections always reserved for Chloe, his career connection.
The agonizing truth: my last thought was how utterly wasted my life with him had been.
But then, I jolted awake. Not in heaven, but in my grimy college dorm room, nineteen again, an ancient flip phone buzzing with a new message from Ethan: 'Hey, wanna grab a bite later?'
This was it: the very beginning of the doomed timeline, the moment our lives intertwined, leading to a decade of his neglect.
Only this time, I knew exactly what to do. You might like
Rejected By My Ex, Desired By His Father
Glitch Petal After six years together, Joslyn was abandoned before her wedding when her boyfriend chose his first love over her.
Then came an unexpected proposal-from Connor, her ex-boyfriend's adoptive father. "Marry me. You'll get everything you want-and you can get back at him."
The deal came with its perks: a lavish monthly allowance, abundant resources at her fingertips, a husband who was practically never home, and the sheer pleasure of rubbing her new status in her ex-boyfriend's face.
But the distant husband she expected turned possessive instead.
While her ex begged publicly for another chance, Connor pulled her into his arms. "Say that again, and you'll be out of the family forever."
Only later did Joslyn discover the truth-Connor had spent six years planning to make her his.
Believing it was only a beneficial deal, Joslyn agreed.
Constant traveling? A complete lie. And the promise that they'd each live their own lives? Another carefully spun deception. On their wedding night, he had her pinned beneath him, his kisses stealing her breath. And night after night, he kept coming home-utterly fixated on her. Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Ming Yue Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire.
I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock.
I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim.
"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months.
Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout.
But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon
Piao Guo Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone.
Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat.
"Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison."
"You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are."
When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice.
Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters.
They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff.
To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance.
Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie.
The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage.
Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family.
But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil. The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
Anemic Sun For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence.
When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer.
Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius.
Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer." Seven Years A Fool, One Day A Queen
Stella Montgomery Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her.
On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back.
Seven years of loyalty later, Kristine walked away, blocked him, and left his city.
Colton didn't blink-until he saw her at the courthouse, arm-in-arm with another man, and the proud CEO went pale. He went after her, desperation overtaking him.
"I'm sorry. Please give me another chance."
She snapped, "Could you stop? I'm already married." 
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