ELEANOR HORTON
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Sold To The Devil I Ruined
Modern Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read.
He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever.
The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of.
I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to.
Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support.
Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created. The Mistress's Watch, My Vengeance
Modern My husband, Cameron, stole my father's last gift to me-a one-of-a-kind watch.
I found it on the wrist of his mistress, Kenda, during a video call where she thanked him for the gift and their "late nights."
When I confronted him, he tried to gaslight me, using the years of painful, humiliating fertility treatments I endured as a weapon.
"You've been under a lot of stress lately," he said, a cruel glint in his eye.
He had convinced me I was barren, all while he was stealing from my family's foundation to fund her life. He even told her the watch was too ostentatious for me.
The affair was a sting, but the calculated cruelty of his deception was a mortal wound. He made me believe I was broken.
My grief turned to ice. I walked out of my study, leaving him stammering, and picked up my secure phone.
I made a single call to the only man I trusted.
"Gunner," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "I need you." Not Just an Incubator: The Omega's Revenge
Werewolf I thought I was the luckiest Omega in the world when the Alpha of the New Moon Pack chose me.
I was pregnant with his heir, sleeping in his bed, believing the warmth I felt was love.
But then I found the medical report hidden in his desk.
"Subject: Scent Modulator. Dosage: High."
It wasn't a fated bond. It was a drug. He was chemically forcing me to love him.
My best friend dragged me to a restaurant window, and I watched him kiss my cousin, Olivia.
Through the glass, I heard the words that shattered my soul.
"Just a few more months," Ethan told her, caressing her hand. "Once the incubator drops the brat, we'll dispose of her. Then we raise the heir as ours."
I was never his Luna. I was livestock. A walking womb chosen for my bloodline compatibility because his mistress was barren.
My father had tried to warn me with his dying breath, but I had been too blinded by the synthetic scent to listen.
Grief threatened to kill me, but the White Wolf inside me woke up screaming for vengeance.
I went back to the house. I didn't pack a bag. I went straight to the kitchen and brewed a tea of Wolfsbane and Mugwort.
I drank it all, weeping as I felt the bond to the baby snap.
Then, I walked into our bedroom, left the divorce papers on his pillow, and whispered into the mind-link:
"I, Ava Miller, reject you, Ethan Cole, as my mate."
As he screamed in my head, I blocked him and walked into the rain.
He thought he broke a weak Omega. He didn't know he had just unleashed a White Wolf. The Scarred Luna's Silent Vow of Vengeance
Werewolf A woman brought a boy into my clinic with my mate’s eyes and a genetic disorder exclusive to his Alpha bloodline. She named my mate, Damien, as the father, and through our bond, I felt his love for her as he lied about where he was.
That night at the pack gala, he shoved me to protect that boy, causing me to miscarry the baby I’d just learned I was carrying. As I bled on the floor, he comforted his son over a scraped knee, never once looking back at me.
His mistress later pushed me from a cliff, rejecting me in his name. But I survived, and a week later, I boarded a plane to Switzerland, ready to be reborn from the ashes of the woman he destroyed. No More Sacrifices: Chloe's Vow
Fantasy The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires and a crushing impact.
Then, I was a ghost, floating above my own lifeless body, pulled from the wreckage.
I watched silently as my fiancé, Liam, the man I' d given everything for, proposed to my stepsister, Scarlett, at my funeral-the very ring I' d once admired.
Their passionate kiss, the congratulatory smiles of our friends-it all ripped through me with a pain far worse than death.
My entire life had been a lie, a sacrifice for their happiness, and the regret consumed me whole.
I woke up with a gasp, drenched in sweat, in my childhood bedroom.
The date on my laptop screen read June 12, 2008-the day it all went wrong.
An email glowed: "Internship Offer: Prestigious New York Firm."
I had a second chance.
My heart turned to ice as the doorbell rang-it was Liam, charming as ever, with a bouquet of my favorite flowers.
He walked in, proposing marriage, but only if I gave my prestigious internship to Scarlett, his "soulmate."
"Marry me, Chloe," he whispered, "if you give her your internship spot...She' s my soulmate, you know that, but you...you're the one I want to build a home with."
This time, I slowly pulled my hands from his, a cold smile touching my lips.
"No."
His facade cracked, revealing the selfish man beneath.
"You're over, Liam," I said, holding the door open.
"I'm taking the internship. And I am never, ever going to sacrifice my life for yours again." Broken Ties, Shattered Dreams
Billionaires For eighteen years, the Miller mansion was my sanctuary, a gilded cage built with the love of my adoptive father, Richard, and my brother, Ethan.
My top-floor studio, overlooking the city, was my universe, filled with their unwavering support for my art and their endless affection.
Then Tiffany arrived, Richard' s biological daughter, a ghost from his past.
I welcomed her, eager for a sister, but the dream shattered almost overnight.
One night, Richard gave me a beautiful, antique paintbrush-a cherished gift.
But a single, perfectly timed tear from Tiffany, a trembling voice whispering about her deceased mother, instantly shifted the narrative.
Suddenly, I was the villain, my joy overshadowed by her fabricated grief.
Richard took the brush back, Ethan consoled her, and I was left with a cold, heavy stone in my chest.
This was just the beginning.
Soon, the Miller Corporation faced ruin, and I, their beloved adopted daughter, became a commodity.
My family, the men who had once adored me, arranged my marriage to a stranger to save their empire.
They saw a necessary sacrifice, not a heartbroken daughter.
When I fled to my Uncle David, he offered escape, a life devoted to my art.
But I believed it was my last act of loyalty to the family I once loved.
That night, on the grand staircase, Tiffany ensured my "loyalty" came with a price.
She faked a stumble, pushed me, and sent me sprawling, my ankle twisting in agony on the marble floor.
Richard and Ethan rushed to her side, not mine.
"Chloe, what is wrong with you? Your jealousy is going to destroy this family!" Richard roared, his face a mask of cold fury.
They saw only Tiffany' s tears, never my pain, my twisted ankle, or the innocent truth.
In that moment, something inside me broke for good.
The marriage wasn' t a sacrifice anymore.
It was an escape, a desperate flight from a family that no longer saw me. My Sweet Revenge: A Second Life
Young Adult I used to think my life was a gilded cage, trapped by the family who adopted me, the Blakelys.
They showered me with privilege, but it was just a facade.
Then, everything changed. I' m on my knees, a throbbing pain in my cheek, accused by my adoptive mother, Elizabeth, of assaulting my "sister," Nicole.
Nicole plays the perfect victim, her eyes brimming with fake tears as Elizabeth tells me, "You are not our daughter, Stella. Nicole is. You owe her everything."
They stripped me of my identity, making me feel like a replacement, a charity case who had stolen another's life.
In my last life, their words shattered me. I was a naive girl, easily manipulated, unknowingly prepped for sacrifice. I died at twenty-one, my "Golden Aura"-my very life force-drained to fuel their real daughter's ascent, sealing my real parents' gruesome fate.
But the joke's on them. I'm back. Reborn at eighteen, with every chilling memory of my past life and the decade I spent as a wandering spirit.
This time, I' ll play their twisted game, but with one crucial difference: I make the rules. And I will burn their world to the ground. The Final Goodbye of a Reborn Heart
Romance I was given a second chance, reborn to right the wrongs of my first life and finally cherish Elara, the wife I had scorned.
But this time, she was the one who was cold, distant, obsessed with another man, Julian Croft.
Her indifference rapidly twisted into ruthless cruelty when she forced my mother into a dangerous bone marrow transplant for Julian, then imprisoned me to prevent my interference.
The humiliations escalated: public mockery, water torture in a hotel pool, and even my hand broken on her command for a fictional injury to Julian.
Then, she tried to burn my parents alive with me watching, falsely accusing me of driving Julian away.
The Elara I knew, the woman who died for me, was gone, replaced by a monster.
My love, which had survived death and rebirth, finally died, and I realized I had to escape this nightmare.
So, I faked my own death, vanished from the world, and started a new life, finally free.
But even in death, secrets refuse to stay buried, and when Elara uncovers Julian' s shocking deceptions and attempts at murder, she discovers that Asher Blackwood is not only alive but deliberately ran from her.
Now, she's searching for me, desperate for answers and forgiveness, but I have a final message for her, a choice that will determine our fate across lifetimes. Too Late, Mr. Hayes: She's a Queen
Romance I'd moved on.
A decade ago, Ethan Hayes shattered my heart, ditching me for another woman after secretly giving me birth control disguised as vitamins, then publicly shaming me.
Now, I was Queen Sarah of Valoria, attending a glamorous D.C. embassy ball with my loving husband, King Alaric, and our charming son, Liam.
I thought I was free of the past.
Then I saw him.
Ethan.
Right there, with the same woman, Jessica Vance, her hand on a pregnant belly.
All the old agony, the humiliation, flooded back.
He and Jessica accosted me, mistaking my simple Valorian silk for catering staff attire, offering me cash, and then, claiming my dress was stolen, tried to have me thrown out for "harassing royalty."
He even unclasped his expensive cufflinks, offering them to me with a condescending smirk.
My heart pounded with the phantom pain of his betrayal, the audacity of his delusion.
How could he still be this man?
Just as he was about to signal security, my five-year-old son, Prince Liam, intervened, kicking the guard attempting to remove me.
Then, loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear, he declared, "She is my mother! Queen Sarah of Valoria!"
The room fell silent.
Ethan's face went white.
Alaric stepped in, his glacial gaze fixing on my ex.
This wasn't just a confrontation anymore—it was a diplomatic incident.
And it was time for my past to finally understand who I truly was. His Wife, His Brother, Their Betrayal
Romance Ethan Miller, a software engineer, centered his world on his wife, Olivia, often feeling overlooked by his family who favored his 'successful' older brother, Mark.
A year after Mark's wife, Olivia's twin, tragically died, Olivia's mother made an unthinkable demand: that Olivia surrogate a child for Mark to continue their bloodline, a bizarre proposal shockingly backed by Ethan's own parents and the entire family.
Ethan's world imploded when he found Olivia and Mark in his bed; Olivia's flimsy excuse of 'saving Mark' from suicide was accepted by the family, who gaslit Ethan, physically abused him, and threatened him with institutionalization after Mark staged an injury.
The ultimate blow came when Olivia announced her pregnancy with Mark's child, portraying it as a noble sacrifice for Chloe's legacy, utterly invalidating Ethan.
Betrayed, humiliated, and mentally tormented by his closest kin, Ethan simmered with a burning rage and disbelief, grappling with how his own family could conspire to such lengths and make him doubt his own sanity.
With his spirit broken but a cold resolve hardening him, Ethan secretly divorced, moved to New York, and began meticulously crafting an elaborate, 'eye-for-an-eye' revenge, hiring an actress to unleash Olivia's own manipulative tactics back on her. You might like
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!" 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 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." The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Huo Wuer Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty.
When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn.
Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance.
Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room.
How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice.
I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for.
I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten. Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Lila Rivers Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past.
On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse.
But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened.
Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation.
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Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail.
But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world." Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback
Huo Wuer Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic.
Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold.
"Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'"
The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip.
Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet.
I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child.
But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame.
"I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done."
I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down. 
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