Fei Teng
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Fei Teng's Books and Stories
He Chose Her, I Chose Freedom
Modern My husband, Keaton, and my adopted sister, Kaylene, betrayed me. I discovered Kaylene was pregnant with his child, a calculated move to secure an heir for the shipping empire my family built and he now controlled.
He painted me as a cold, career-obsessed wife who couldn't give him a child, turning our mutual decision to wait into a weapon against me. When I confronted them, Keaton promised to handle it, but it was just another lie.
His deception ran deeper than I ever imagined. When a violent figure from Keaton' s past emerged, revealing he had used stolen money to marry into my family, Keaton chose to protect his pregnant mistress over me, leaving me to be attacked and seriously injured.
He left me bleeding on the floor of an art gallery, choosing to shield the woman carrying his child-a child that, I would later discover, wasn't even his.
I faked my own death, escaping to Ireland to start a new life, free from his web of lies.
But Keaton, consumed by a twisted obsession after learning the truth, hunted me down. He found me, desperate to reclaim what he had destroyed.
"You're mine, Blair," he growled, his eyes filled with a possessive fire. "Always have been, always will be." Ninety-Nine Letters, A Thousand Lies
Modern On our third anniversary, I found ninety-nine love letters my husband wrote.
None of them were for me.
They were for Kennedy, the woman who stole my award-winning design years ago, the woman he swore he was over.
His letters spoke of a soul-deep connection, a passion I'd only ever dreamed of.
Then, my best friend called from the airport. She saw him there, with Kennedy, locked in a Hollywood-style embrace.
He wasn't just cheating. This was a long-con.
He'd married me to silence me, using my DNA to help Kennedy fraudulently claim the inheritance of the powerful Olsen family-an inheritance that was rightfully mine.
He canceled my credit cards, renounced his citizenship, and secretly married her in France, all while I played the part of the loving wife.
When I tried to fight back, he had me drugged, imprisoned, and nearly drowned, all to protect his precious Kennedy.
He thought he had erased me, a mere footnote in their grand story.
But he made one fatal mistake.
He didn't know I was the real Olsen heiress.
And I was coming back to claim everything he stole. The Scorned Fiancée's New Life
Romance For three years, my boyfriend Adelard’s ex-girlfriend, Aurore, haunted our relationship with her fake brain cancer. He swore his devotion to her was just pity, a sense of duty to his dying first love.
Then, on our anniversary, he asked me to stand by while he held a fake wedding with Aurore. He claimed it was “therapy” to cure her jumbled memories and give her closure so we could finally be together.
He swore it was the last thing he’d ever ask of me. But I soon discovered he’d known she was faking for months. I found the love letters he wrote to her on our anniversaries, on my birthdays. His friends, who knew the truth, mocked me in a language they thought I didn’t understand.
He had never loved me. I was just a placeholder, a convenient stand-in until he could get closure with his true love.
So when he publicly proposed to Aurore with a sky full of fireworks, I didn't cry. I packed my bags, took the company shares he'd 'gifted' me as a symbol of our future, and walked away.
The next morning, I put on a different wedding dress.
I was going to marry Grady Barber, the powerful heir my twin sister was supposed to marry. This time, I chose myself. Five Years, A Million Lies
Romance The phone buzzed, a jarring sound, and it was Liam. His voice, once a comfort, was now a broken mess, choked out words about losing everything in a high-stakes poker game-including his grandma' s house. I abandoned my college dreams, moved to the coast, and spent five grueling years as a nightclub hostess, saving every dollar to pay off his million-dollar debt.
But then, the final payment made, I overheard a conversation. It wasn' t a mistake. It was a five-year-long, cruel game orchestrated by Liam and my high school rival, Ashley Thompson, to punish me for being a scholarship student who always came first.
Heartbreakingly, a familiar voice, his, dripped with malice: "It was Ashley's idea. She wanted to punish her. And I owed Ashley a favor." My world tilted. The love, the sacrifice, all a twisted lie. When I confronted him, his voice, stripped of pretense, confirmed my worst fears, "You gave them. Don't pin your bad choices on me. You liked being the hero, didn't you?"
Later, Ashley came to my door, demanding a five-million-dollar necklace as "repayment" for my academic success, threatening my ailing mother. Then, a "staged" car accident left me bruised, and Liam, ever the actor, rushed me to the ER, only to abandon me for Ashley' s dinner reservation. My mother, manipulated by Ashley' s lies, died tragically trying to escape the nursing home. Liam, once again, dismissed my grief as an inconvenience.
I couldn't fathom the depths of their depravity. Why me? Why such calculated cruelty? What kind of monster would use love as a weapon and sacrifice an innocent life for a twisted game?
With nothing left but a box of ashes and a broken heart, I booked a one-way ticket to the UK, determined to reclaim my life, to find out who Chloe Davis truly was beyond their game. The Sterling's Twisted Love Story
Billionaires The ambulance siren faded, but the chaos at the Sterling mansion was just beginning.
My adoptive sister, Charlotte, had slit her wrist, her note simply stating my name: "Ava."
Suddenly, I was standing in the opulent living room, the one where they' d celebrated my adoption five years ago, now a courtroom where I was on trial.
My adoptive mother, Eleanor, shrieked, her perfectly manicured hand trembling as she pointed at me.
"She loved you. She looked up to you. And you did this to her."
Richard Sterling, my adoptive father and a man whose tech empire I was secretly working to expose, stepped forward, his face a thundercloud of rage.
"Don' t lie to me, Ava. Charlotte' s note was clear. You' ve been tormenting her."
Even Ethan, my usually kind adoptive brother, turned away. "I can' t believe I ever trusted you."
The betrayal from him cut deeper than the accusations.
Eleanor sobbed, "She' s a fragile girl. You, you' re strong. You preyed on her weakness."
Then, Richard' s hand connected with my cheek, the slap echoing in the cavernous room.
"You will stay in your room," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "You will not leave. You will not speak to anyone."
Locked in my room, Agent Hayes' s immediate message flashed in my mind: Extraction denied. Maintain cover. Sterling is planning something big. We need you inside.
My mission, meant to expose Richard, had not only imploded, but had trapped me deeper in their twisted web.
I was meant to stay. I was meant to endure. But as Richard' s chilling voice carried through the door later that night, confirming his plan to freeze my accounts and leave me with nothing, I knew one thing: I had to get out. From Wedding Bells to Shattered Dreams
Romance Five years. That' s how long I' d spent in Paris, dreaming of New York, of the life Liam and I would build.
I was finally back, holding the custom cufflinks for our wedding, ready to surprise him at a fancy hotel where he' d told me to meet him for dinner.
But I got the surprise instead.
I saw him, laughing, his arm around Chloe, his assistant-the same girl who' d made my high school a living hell.
They disappeared into the hotel, and moments later, his call came through, breezy and apologetic. "Something huge has come up. I' m deep in negotiations with a crucial client, I can' t get away. We have to postpone dinner."
A crucial client. In a luxury hotel room.
Then, Chloe' s text: a barrage of photos-Liam kissing her, her in Liam' s shirt, a selfie of them entering the hotel, her lips on his cheek.
Underneath: "Hey old friend, long time no see. I' ve got my eyes on your fiancé, no need to give him up, I' ll just take him."
The initial shock gave way to a cold, clear calm. The love, the devotion-it felt like a stupid joke.
When Liam finally came home, I was packing. He tossed a cheap Eiffel Tower keychain on the table, a souvenir from his "client meeting."
Then I heard his friends, Mark and Josh, laughing in the hallway, letting themselves in.
"Is he still in there with Chloe?" Mark whispered loudly.
"Of course," Josh snickered. "He' s got Ava flying back thinking they' re getting married, while he' s screwing his assistant. He' s a legend."
"He says Ava' s a bore. And she doesn' t have that ugly scar on her back."
The scar. The one Chloe gave me, pushing me down stairs. The one he' d comforted me about.
And then, later, Liam came in with Chloe, her hand snaked around his arm.
"Chloe needed a place to stay for a few days. Her apartment has a pest problem," he said, pouring her wine, in our home.
Then I saw the prenatal vitamins behind the coffee maker. She wasn' t visiting. She was nesting.
Chloe emerged from the bedroom, wrapped in Liam' s bathrobe, fake tears in her eyes. "I' m so sorry. I' ll just go sleep on the street."
Liam rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Look what you did! You made her cry! Apologize to her right now, or get out."
I stared at him, at the stranger he had become.
"Fine," I whispered. I grabbed my bag and walked out into the pouring rain.
He pulled up beside me in his car. "Get in, Ava. Stop making a scene."
I kept walking. He accelerated, then slammed the brakes, splashing dirty water all over me. "This is what you wanted, right? To be a martyr? Fine. Have fun."
He sped off, leaving me bruised, wet, and heartbroken.
But then my phone buzzed. It was my grandfather' s assistant.
"Miss Miller, your engagement to Mr. Ethan Hayes has been formally agreed upon by both families."
Liam' s older brother. The direct opposite of him.
One engagement ended in a threat, and another began with a phone call. I knew then that this wasn't the end. It was a new beginning. The Anniversary Betrayal
Romance The music was thumping, a forced celebration for our third wedding anniversary, but all I wanted was to give Olivia the velvet box in my pocket.
Instead, I pushed through the crowd to find her, radiant, but not looking at me – she was looking at Liam Hayes, her childhood best friend. Then, Liam dropped to one knee, holding a diamond ring, and asked my wife to marry him.
My blood ran cold as her friends cheered, chanting, "Say yes!" and Olivia giggled, touching his face without a word of protest. When I finally confronted them, Liam mocked me, and Olivia dismissed it as "just a game."
Before I could react, Liam feigned an ankle injury, and Olivia, with an ugly scowl I' d never seen before, pushed me away, shouting that I' d ruined her party. I stumbled, my feet tangled, and the world tilted.
I woke up at the bottom of the stairs, my leg screaming, the house silent. My wife, on our anniversary, had left me there, bleeding and broken, to care for a man who faked an injury.
At the hospital, Liam intercepted the paramedics' call, claiming I was drunk and Olivia was too busy caring for his "bad ankle." Then Olivia called, not to check on me, but to accuse me of pulling a "stunt" for attention, and demanding I apologize to Liam.
The doctor' s grim prognosis-a tibia fractured in two places, a permanent limp-crushed me. But the real blow was realizing Olivia had been actively preventing a pregnancy for a year, all while pretending to dream of a family with me. How could I have been so blind? How could the woman who once called me her hero leave me to bleed?
Lying in that sterile hospital bed, ignored and abandoned, a cold, unwavering certainty settled within me: it was over. I couldn't do this anymore. I would cut every tie, sever every connection, and rebuild my life, far away from the wreckage of our marriage. Her Corporate Crown, His Quiet Revenge
Modern Mike Davis, a quiet history teacher, found his predictable life intertwined with his wife Jess' s high-flying corporate success at Miller Farms-a company built on his beloved Grandpa Joe' s groundbreaking agricultural innovations.
Then, my world shattered. A call came: Grandpa Joe was critically injured in an accident at Miller Farms, a tragedy caused by a reckless MBA intern Jess was grooming.
Instead of support, Jess, the CEO, coldly threatened me, freezing our joint accounts to protect her company's image, effectively cutting off funds for Joe' s life-saving care.
She shattered a cherished photo of me and my grandpa, her actions twisting the knife of betrayal and leaving me utterly isolated and helpless.
How could the woman I loved betray our family so cruelly, sacrificing Grandpa Joe for a corporate image and threatening his very life? The injustice burned, leaving me desperate and cornered.
But just as despair threatened to consume me, a shocking secret emerged: Grandpa Joe had foresightfully transferred the very intellectual property Miller Farms depended on-its core genetic patents-directly to me, years ago. And its exclusivity had just expired.
I, the unassuming teacher, now held the keys to my wife's empire. What would I do with this sudden, unexpected power? His Political Wife's Secret
Modern I was Sarah-Beth Beaumont, the elegant wife of Charleston' s rising political star, Jack Beaumont Jr. My life seemed picture-perfect, and the news of my pregnancy promised an even brighter future. A Beaumont heir would solidify our legacy, and Jack beamed with pride.
But behind the smiles, a chilling truth festered. My sister, Carrie, emerged from the shadows, her eyes cold as she whispered venom into my ear: "He never loved you. You were just a placeholder." Then, the brutal pain, the darkness. They killed me, and my unborn baby, watching me bleed out. My husband stood by, choosing her.
The betrayal was absolute, the finality of death a cruel end to my naive devotion. They discarded me like trash, their ambition stained with my blood and the life of our child. There was no escape, no justice, only the agonizing realization of their monstrous deception.
How could I have been so blind? So utterly disposable? The horror of that final moment, the searing pain of their betrayal, haunted me even as my life slipped away. What kind of monster plots to extinguish a life, especially an innocent one, for power and prestige?
But then, a gasp. My eyes flew open. I was back. Not in my grave, but in my bed, on June 14th – the day disaster began. My stomach was flat, but not empty. This time, I wouldn't be their victim. I was back for one purpose: to make them pay, and to protect my child, no matter the cost. The Undeniable Dead
Romance For three years, I’d been a silent, unseen presence, a ghost tethered to the man who ruined my life: Rick Thompson.
Today, his opulent Manhattan penthouse boomed with a lavish birthday party for his new fiancée, a celebration that should have been my own.
Amidst the champagne and laughter, Rick casually remembered me, his ex, telling his assistant to send me leftover food at the "wellness clinic" he’d sent me to. Moments later, the assistant returned, pale-faced, revealing the horrifying truth: I had died almost three years ago, and the critical funds Rick set aside for my care had never arrived.
Rick dismissed it as a crude trick, but his call to my family confirmed my heartbroken mother’s worst fears.
Enraged, he stormed into our humble West Virginia home, confronting my crippled brother and grieving mother, smashing my memorial photo.
His new fiancée, Tiffany, fueled his delusion, suggesting I was alive and hiding. He then ordered his men to dig up my grave in the old church cemetery.
I, a helpless ghost, watched in silent horror as my desecrated coffin revealed my skeletal remains—undeniable proof of my death.
The brutal sight, coupled with the crushing realization of his colossal mistake, triggered a massive stroke in my already fragile mother, claiming her life right there at my graveside.
Rick, finally comprehending the monstrous scope of his folly, collapsed in agony, consumed by guilt.
With newfound, chilling resolve, Rick turned his immense resources, not to create, but to destroy, vowing to meticulously unravel every lie that led to my family's ruin and embark on a relentless path of vengeance against the true architect of our tragedy. His Calculated Cruelty
Billionaires My wedding to Ethan Vanderbilt was just days away, a picture-perfect Charleston fairy tale. I was Savannah Monroe, an heiress from old Southern money, living a charmed life.
Everything was flawless, or so I thought. I was deeply in love, convinced he was my rock, my future.
Then came the impact. A blinding flash, a brutal crash. I woke up in a pristine hospital room, pain searing through me. Ethan, my seemingly devoted fiancé, whispered assurances it was a tragic hit-and-run.
But one night, drifting between sleep and waking, I heard their voices. Ethan’s, devoid of the concern he showed me, and Dr. Finch’s.
They were talking about me: "She'll be paralyzed. The hysterectomy... to make things easier. Brooke is getting impatient. And Leo needs a mother."
The love I felt for Ethan shattered, replaced by a chilling clarity. The accident was staged. He'd orchestrated my paralysis and barrenness, all to discard me for his mistress, Brooke, and their secret son, Leo.
He even planned to repurpose *my* meticulously planned wedding, the very lace from my mother's heirloom gown. He saw me as a broken doll, easily manipulated, dependent.
How could the man I loved, the man who embodied everything a Monroe woman could want, betray me so completely? It wasn't just a betrayal; it was a calculated, monstrous destruction of my future.
The audacity, the cruelty, stole my breath.
But they forgot one crucial thing: Monroes don't fold. Trapped yet not broken, a fierce resolve ignited within me. My fairy tale was a lie, but Savannah Monroe was about to rewrite her own dramatic, unforgettable ending. Not An Affair, But A War
Modern My marriage to Ethan Miller was a San Francisco fairytale: two powerhouses, two ambitious careers, a glossy picture of success.
Until I saw his young executive assistant, Chloe, wearing the very diamond tennis bracelet I’d eyed for myself, a 'token of appreciation' she received from my husband.
Suspicion festered when I found her personal items in his car, deepening into chilling certainty when he abandoned a crucial investor dinner to attend to her 'work crisis.'
He gaslit me, dismissing my concerns as 'unreasonable,' just before anonymous photos and videos of their intimate hotel stay in Miami arrived, confirming my worst fears.
I felt a profound betrayal, the kind that slices deeper than infidelity, realizing I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand.
But when I finally moved to file for divorce, an investigation Ethan initiated unearthed a truth far more sinister: Chloe and her cousin had meticulously staged *everything* – from the bracelet to the 'evidence' in his car, even manipulating the Miami photos and attempting to drug him – all to systematically destroy me.
Now, the battle isn't just for my freedom, but against a chillingly elaborate scheme. Was I merely a collateral casualty, or the sole, calculated target of their malicious envy? The Phoenix's Revenge
Romance As a naive art student from Montana, I fell hard for Ethan Reed, a powerful Manhattan tycoon.
Our secret affair was electric, and he meticulously captured every intimate moment, whispering, "Just for us."
But then the truth shattered my world: I overheard Ethan confessing our entire relationship was a calculated lie, designed to use me – and those photos – as "content" to obliterate my adoptive brother's burgeoning tech empire.
He even staged a mugging to win my trust.
Every tender gesture, every protective act, was a cruel performance.
His gilded penthouse became a gilded cage, and his plots intensified, even involving physical harm, simply to control me.
I was a pawn in a game I didn't even know I was playing.
How could I have been so blind?
The humiliation burned, but it ignited a cold rage, consuming me as this monster preyed on my trust, turning my love into a weapon against the only family I had.
But Ethan underestimated me; I was no longer a victim; I was a wildfire.
Methodically, I deleted every incriminating secret, then orchestrated my escape.
He chased me across the country, a broken man begging for mercy, only to find me walking down the aisle towards the man who truly loved me.
Watching his world crumble, knowing I’d engineered his fall, was the sweetest revenge. 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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