Diversion
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Diversion's Books and Stories
Seven Years, A Secret Family
Modern I took a bullet for my husband, Colt, a decorated Delta Force operator. The injury left me barren, but he swore I was all he ever needed.
Seven years later, I found him in a restaurant with another woman and a six-year-old boy who looked just like him. The boy called him "Dada."
My world shattered when I learned his family, his friends, and even my own father knew about his secret life. They all watched as he paraded his mistress, Chelsey, and their son, Jemal, in front of me. He even admitted I was just a "means to an end" for his family's legacy.
When Jemal went missing, Chelsey accused me of kidnapping him. Colt believed her. He locked me in our cellar for three days, a punishment for a crime I didn't commit. "He's not a bastard!" Colt roared when I questioned if the boy was even his. "He's my son! My blood!"
But his eyes darted away, filled with uncertainty.
As I stumbled out of the cellar, bruised and broken, my best friend arrived. "The divorce papers are filed, Em," she whispered fiercely. "It's done." I looked back at Colt, standing stunned on the porch. His empire of lies was crumbling, and I was finally free. Damaged Goods, A Priceless Return
Modern After a fire stole my family and my voice, my boyfriend Jermain promised to be my shield. I was the silent composer behind our band's success, fighting to speak again-for him.
Then I overheard him call me "damaged goods, a millstone around my neck."
His betrayal escalated. He let his new flame publicly humiliate me, then abandoned me-injured and deafened-in a storm, calling me a "liability."
The boy who promised to be my voice was gone. In his place was a stranger who saw me only as a burden he was tired of carrying.
So I vanished. Three years later, with my voice and hearing restored, I returned not as a victim, but as a celebrated artist. He's back, begging for a second chance, but he's about to learn that the "damaged goods" he threw away are now priceless. Discarded Love, Found Happiness
Romance I stood just outside the glass patio doors, holding a tray of fresh towels. Tonight was a celebration of Coleton Barron' s full recovery, the tech world' s golden boy back on his feet after three years of my dedicated physical therapy.
But then, his ex-girlfriend, Charly Mack, appeared. When a stray splash from the pool hit her dress, Coleton shoved me aside to protect her, sending me headfirst into the concrete edge of the pool.
I woke up in the hospital with a concussion, only to see Coleton comforting Charly, who was faking tears. He didn' t defend me when she claimed we were "just friends." His mother, Esther Cotton, then sent me a text with a five-million-dollar check, telling me I didn' t fit into his world.
Back at his penthouse, Charly accused me of poisoning Coleton with soup and breaking his father' s cherished wooden box. He believed her, forcing me to drink the soup and leaving me to collapse on the kitchen floor. I ended up in the hospital again, alone.
I didn' t understand why he would believe her lies, why he would hurt me after everything I had done. Why was I just a temporary fix, easily discarded?
On his birthday, I left him a text: "Happy Birthday, Coleton. I' m leaving. Don' t look for me. Goodbye." I turned off my phone, dropped it in a trash can, and walked toward a new life. Sacrificed Son, Unbreakable Soul
Young Adult The email glowed on my screen, a full scholarship to MIT. A surge of pure joy, a feeling so unfamiliar it almost hurt. This was my ticket out, the thing that would finally make them see me.
But when I ran downstairs, laptop clutched like a holy relic, my family was gathered around my younger brother, Caleb, celebrating his acceptance to a local community college. Their banner read, "Congratulations Caleb!"
"I got in," I said, my voice softer now. "MIT. With a full scholarship." My father glanced at my screen, then back at Caleb, admiring a new, expensive watch. "That's nice, Ethan," he said, flat and dismissive. "But we're a little busy right now. It's Caleb's big day." My sister scoffed, "Always trying to steal the spotlight, aren't you?"
Later, my printed acceptance letter and plane ticket for orientation were torn to unrecognizable pieces in the trash. It wasn't an accident. It was a message. My mother waved it off, "It's just paper. Stop being so dramatic."
"Dramatic?" My voice rose, shaking. "This was my ticket to MIT! You destroyed it!" My father boomed, "Don't you raise your voice! You are upsetting your brother on his special night." Caleb smirked from behind him, admiring his new watch, a symbol of his victory.
A cold clarity washed over me. It had always been like this. My one tangible hope of escape lay in the garbage. They hadn't just thrown away paper; they had thrown away my future, showing me my dreams meant less than protecting Caleb from his inadequacy. I was a stranger in my own home, a perpetual villain in their narrative. Was I too ambitious, too smart? Was my very existence an inconvenience? My throat ached with a dry sob. I felt like those scraps-torn, discarded, worthless in their eyes. The Fiance Who Chose Poison
Fantasy The world snapped back into focus, not with the acrid smell of my own burning flesh, but the sterile scent of the ER.
Just moments ago, flames engulfed me as my colleagues stood by, fire extinguishers in hand, watching me die.
Now, I was whole, unscarred, alive.
Then I saw her: Dr. Emily Hayes, the newly arrived resident, her eyes wide and eager.
I knew that innocent smile hid poison. I had lived through it-I had died because of it.
Her first "prediction" came quickly: a critically injured patient whose life she calmly declared over.
Dr. Peterson, our attending physician, was furious, but her chilling words echoed when the patient died on our table, despite our best efforts.
Then came the second "vision" -an ambulance crash she foresaw, just as I volunteered to take the call.
My fiancé, Dr. Ryan Chen, the man I thought I knew, pulled me aside, telling me I was reckless and Emily was right.
He sided with her, not me, in front of everyone.
I saved that patient, defying her "prophecy," but then the ambulance Emily warned us about was found with cut brake lines.
And the patient I saved died, unexpectedly, of an aneurysm.
Emily' s twisted predictions found their way, solidifying her power and painting me as the one who defied fate.
She whispered, "As long as Sarah Miller is working in this ER, she puts everyone in danger. Her energy, it attracts disaster."
They all stared at me, their faces not with suspicion, but raw terror.
They had let me burn once.
Not again.
This time, I would expose her. Love's Obsession, Her Freedom
Romance My name is Ava Hayes, and according to the little gold-embossed placard next to the painting, I was the artist.
But tonight, my real title was "trophy," paraded at the Vance Gallery, a glittering cage built by Ethan Vance.
He' d bought my family' s gallery, swooping in like a vulture when my father' s business teetered on the edge of bankruptcy.
Then, my younger sister Lily got sick, a rare autoimmune disease with astronomical medical bills.
Suddenly, Ethan wasn' t just a bitter ex-fiancé; he was the only lifeline, holding Lily' s future-and mine-in his cruel hands.
He made me beg for it, forcing me into a contract: his "protégé," his grateful, reclaimed stray.
I was trapped, my art and my soul enslaved, all to save Lily and my father' s legacy.
He wanted to break my spirit, to own the one thing that had walked away from him.
Today, he pushed me too far, forcing me to play servant at his lavish party, publicly humiliating me.
He paraded Lily on his arm, giving her the diamond necklace I had desired, right in front of my face.
Watching Lily' s fragile adoration for him, her innocence twisted into a weapon against me, something inside me snapped.
If he wanted to destroy me, I would burn my own life to the ground and make sure he was standing in the middle of the fire with me. Frozen Heart, New Start
Fantasy The last thing I remembered was freezing to death in my garage, alone.
My fiancée, Jenny, had taken all our savings, not for us, but for her lover Mark Todd's son, Leo.
She didn't even seem sad when she found me, just annoyed my death inconveniently interrupted Leo's birthday plans.
I gasped, my eyes flying open to a warm morning sun in my own bed.
The date on my phone was a full year before my demise.
A second chance.
My old auto shop teacher called, offering a full scholarship to an automotive engineering program in California.
In my first life, I turned him down, sacrificing my dreams to stay with Jenny in our small Ohio town.
But this time, a cold, hard resolve filled me.
"I'll take it," I said, my voice firm and clear, my heart an ice block.
Just then, Jenny walked in, laughing with Mark and Leo, acting like they owned my house.
Leo, the spoiled kid, demanded I make him mac and cheese, and Jenny instantly defended him, whispering, "He's just a kid! Don't be so petty."
I watched her doting on them, making them dinner with practiced ease, completely ignoring me and my own cold meal.
Why did I let her walk all over me, drain my bank account, and destroy my future?
This time, I felt nothing but a powerful decision.
I was already gone. They just didn't know it yet. The Mother They Erased
Modern My world shattered when our first son, Noah, "died" after my C-section.
My husband, Ethan, seemed heartbroken, convincing me a new baby would heal our shared sorrow.
I truly believed he was my solace.
Then, at a prenatal visit, I overheard Ethan's chilling confession: "Noah is thriving with Cassandra."
My son was alive!
And our unborn daughter, Olivia, was also promised to his childhood sweetheart.
Ethan's grief was a monstrous lie.
My marriage was a cold, calculated deception; I was a mere incubator.
His "care" became suffocating control, revealing Noah's happy life with Cassandra.
The ultimate horror: he plotted a non-consensual hysterectomy during Olivia's birth to silence me permanently.
My tears turned to icy fury.
How could the man I loved steal my children, fake their deaths, and plan to mutilate me?
The profound injustice consumed my soul.
When Olivia was "born" and "died" in his vile narrative, followed by my forced hysterectomy, I refused to crumble.
Playing the grieving victim, I secretly honed a fierce resolve.
Amy Walker, no longer just a victim, was now armed with their dark secrets, ready to ignite their world. She Saved His Empire, He Broke Her Heart
Romance For five long years, I was Jane Doe, Alexander Sterling' s quiet, unassuming assistant, secretly working tirelessly to save his company from the brink of collapse. I poured my life, and even our family' s legendary Westbrook Star diamond, into the anonymous investment that kept him afloat, all for the man I deeply loved. Day in and day out, I remained by his side, hoping he would finally see past the "Jane" I presented and recognize the woman who sacrificed everything for him.
But then, Isabelle Vance, all wide eyes and soft sighs, arrived, and suddenly, I was invisible, my every effort unacknowledged, my devotion unseen. His attention, his genuine laughter, the warmth I once cherished, was entirely for her, the new favorite who simply had to ask. I watched silently as Isabelle and her cruel assistant mocked me, sabotaged my work, and ultimately framed me for a ridiculous attack, turning him completely against me.
In a horrifying public spectacle, Alexander, blinded by Isabelle' s lies, ruthlessly fired me, branding me a dangerous troublemaker without a second thought. Left bleeding on the sidewalk after his security guards physically coerced me out, my reputation was systematically shredded, every sacrifice I had made for him now spitting in my face. The ultimate betrayal left me numb, the years of silent devotion to a man who couldn't see me crushing my spirit beneath the weight of his callous disregard.
Wasted years, unacknowledged love, and now, public humiliation – the bitter taste of utter betrayal mingled with the cold drizzle on my face, solidifying my decision. Yet, a strange clarity settled over me as the five-year term for the Westbrook Star ended.
Jane Doe was dead, irrevocably gone. As the Westbrook Star returned to my possession, a cold, unyielding fury replaced the pain, signaling Seraphina Westbrook was finally coming home, ready to build a new life with the steadfast Ethan Hayes and leave Alexander Sterling to the bitter regret he so richly deserved. My Wedding Night, His Downfall
Romance The Hamiltons' garden party was a symphony of social graces, too sweet with expensive perfume and the forced laughter of people I barely knew. My fiancé, Captain Alex Hamilton, looked sculpted from a dream, charming everyone as usual. Our future, everyone believed, was perfectly laid out.
But something had been off. His phone always angled away, his eyes distant. Then, from the old conservatory, I heard voices drift– Lex' s and Bree Evans' . "She can't find out, Bree. Not about us, not about the baby," Lex whispered. Baby? My breath caught in my throat.
Bree whined about "their son," and Lex replied about securing "Sarah' s substantial trust fund" after marriage. Disgust rose hot and choking. He wasn't just cheating; he was planning to use my fortune to fund his entire secret life with another woman and his child.
My world tilted violently. The man I was about to marry, the hero everyone admired, was a vile, calculating fraud. This wasn't a mistake; it was a meticulously planned betrayal, a monstrous financial scam camouflaged as love. How could I have been so utterly blind to such cold, professional deception?
A sudden, cold calm settled over me. I walked back into the party's noise, slipped the gaudy engagement ring from my finger, and faced him. "I believe this belongs to you," I said, my voice clear. "Our engagement is off. I overheard you. About your son." His face drained. The fight was just beginning. I was going to marry Ethan Cole. The CEO's Betrayal Clause
Romance Our third anniversary. Olivia, CEO of AuraTech, championed integrity, given her father's public betrayal. She'd even insisted on an ironclad infidelity clause in our prenup – "my guarantee." Loyal to my Yale sweetheart, I flew to San Francisco, planning a perfect surprise.
But the surprise was brutally mine. Pushing her office door, I found Leo Maxwell, the obsessed artist she claimed to despise, half-dressed on her sofa, draped in my gift: her favorite cashmere throw. His insolent smirk confirmed my deepest dread.
Olivia rushed in, panicking to quietly usher him out, not horrified by his presence. She later kept that throw, carefully folded, reeking of betrayal. A love bite on her neck, secret messages, and security footage of their intimacy in our marital bed followed. Twice, she abandoned me in life-or-death situations, always choosing him.
The woman preaching integrity was a brazen, convincing liar. Her hypocrisy was a vile taste. My trust, shattered. I wouldn't be humiliated like her mother. Could her own "armor" against betrayal truly be my weapon now?
Cold, hard resolve ignited. This marriage, a complete lie. I retrieved the prenup: Section 3, Paragraph B – the infidelity clause. It was time for devastating consequences. I dialed Maya Sharma, Olivia's fiercest rival. My proposition would interest her greatly. The Reunion That Broke Me
Young Adult I was just an art student from Philly, trying to build a new life.
A small, hopeful spark ignited when Julian Vance, from prestigious Blackwood University, reconnected with me after years.
He seemed different, quieter, and even asked me out to a party.
But I never made it to that party.
Instead, I was ambushed in the school woods by Marcus, Kevin, and Dave – Julian’s friends – a night that became a blur of pain and terror.
And through my agonizing tears, I saw Julian himself, standing at the edge, watching.
Then, he walked away, joining them as they left me shattered.
Years later, the nightmare returned as Julian violently dragged me into his car.
I was held captive in a secluded lake house for months, enduring his baffling accusations and escalating abuse.
He tortured me, broke my leg, and chained me like an animal, claiming I’d betrayed his family and taunted his deepest secrets.
His sister, Olivia, joined the torment, kicking me, sneering, amplifying my suffering.
Even my desperate attempt to end it all was thwarted; they wouldn't even grant me that peace.
What unthinkable crime had I supposedly committed to deserve such barbaric cruelty?
What kind of twisted debt did they believe I owed, justifying months of physical and psychological torment?
How could the Julian who once seemed genuinely kind twist into this monstrous captor, especially when his friends were the true architects of my long-ago trauma?
My world was a vortex of agonizing confusion and terror.
Then, Julian's powerful mother, Eleanor Vance, offered an unexpected lifeline: marry Julian and be bound to him, or disappear forever with a new identity.
Without a moment’s hesitation, fueled by a visceral need for freedom, I chose to vanish.
I had to escape, at any cost. 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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