Finley Steele
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Ten Years Of Lies, One Heartbreak
Modern On my wedding day, my fiancé of ten years left me at the altar for another woman. He sent a simple text: "Haylee needs me."
Hours later, that same woman ran me over with her car, causing me to lose our baby. But when I woke up in the hospital, my fiancé stood over me with a chilling demand.
"Drop the charges against Haylee," he said, his voice cold. "She's too sensitive for prison. You're strong, Kira. You can handle this."
To ensure my compliance, he threatened to release a humiliating video of my mother, who was suffering from dementia. I gave in, only to learn that Haylee had already tormented my mother with cruel whispers, driving her to suicide.
The betrayal was absolute. He had not only destroyed my body and our child but had also orchestrated my mother's death to protect his new love.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing.
But as I lay shattered in that hospital bed, an email arrived from his biggest competitor. They offered me a new identity, a new life, and the power to make him pay for everything. They wanted me to fake my own death. Broken by the Alpha, Reborn as Queen
Werewolf I was the Luna of Silver Lake, yet I spent my mornings cooking eggs for my Alpha mate while his mistress, Keyla, sat in my rightful seat.
I endured the humiliation for the sake of the bond, until the day my mother found Keyla poisoning the pack's water supply.
To hide her crime, Keyla murdered my mother in cold blood.
I screamed for justice, begging Garrison to open his eyes.
But he didn't look at the evidence. He looked at the merger Keyla’s father offered.
"She's hysterical," he told the guards, stepping over my mother's body to protect his mistress.
To seal their alliance, he dragged me to the Great Hall and publicly rejected me, severing our soul-bond to sell me off to a sadistic Alpha for mining rights.
He expected me to beg. He expected the weak, bloodline-cursed Omega to crumble.
Instead, I accepted the rejection with a smile.
That night, I drank a potion to erase my scent and threw myself into the storm, faking my death.
Garrison thinks I’m a corpse at the bottom of a cliff, and rumors say he’s finally drowning in regret.
He has no idea that the pain didn't kill me. It triggered the ancient, legendary blood of the White Wolf.
Now, standing on the ridge with a Rogue mercenary army, I’m no longer the wife who cooks breakfast.
I’m the monster at his gates, and I won't stop until his entire world is ash. Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by the Enemy Alpha
Werewolf After ten years of devotion to my mate, Alpha Locke, today was supposed to be my coronation as Luna of the Silver Moon pack. A celebration of my unwavering loyalty.
But just before the ceremony, I overheard him talking to his Beta. He called me a "barren field" and sneered that he was replacing me with his pregnant mistress, Debbie. He even made a bet that I would come crawling back within three days.
In front of the entire pack, he announced Debbie as the new Luna, holding up a fake doctor's note as proof of my failure. When I tried to walk away, I was accused of attacking her.
Locke's Alpha Command slammed into me, forcing me to my knees. "She has attacked your future Luna," he declared, his eyes filled with contempt.
His final order was for the whips. Laced with silver, they tore my back open before his warriors threw me out like trash, leaving me to die in the forest.
I blacked out from the pain and poison, only to wake up a prisoner once more. Staring down at me was the terrifying Alpha of our rival pack, Ron Moss. He looked at my tattered clothes and bleeding wounds, and his voice was a cold, questioning murmur as he repeated the words that had haunted me for years.
"A useless she-wolf?" The Alpha's Rejected Luna: Carrying His Enemy's Child
Werewolf My mate, Alpha Kaelen, was supposed to be my everything. But in his eyes, I was just a placeholder for the other woman in his life, Lyra.
When Lyra claimed she was attacked by Rogues and pregnant with a bastard pup, Kaelen made his choice.
He commanded me to tell the pack elders that I was the one who had been defiled.
He commanded me to claim Lyra's child as my own.
Then, when I discovered I was pregnant with our own pup, he gave me his final command: go to the Healer and get rid of it. Our child, he said, would cause Lyra too much stress.
He gave her sweet comfort through their private mind-link while ordering me to kill our baby. I was a tool for his convenience. She was a treasure to be protected.
But when his mother locked me in a silver-lined cell, leaving me to miscarry our pup in a pool of my own blood, the last of my love turned to ash.
As I lay there, broken and empty, I gathered the last of my strength and let out a howl I hadn't used since I was a child.
It was a sacred call for my family—the royal family of the Whitefang Clan—to come and collect their princess. Beyond Betrayal: Finding Her Own Path
Romance "I want the foreign correspondent position in the S-Region." My voice was steady, cutting through the quiet. It was a death wish, my editor said. But I needed out.
My husband, Mark Johnson, had become a stranger. His world revolved around Sarah Hayes, the widow of his fallen partner. I cooked his favorite meal, waited for hours, only for him to say, "Sarah was feeling down. I took her to that Italian place she likes."
My life with Mark was a slow, painful erosion. One night, I clutched my stomach, a sharp pain seizing me. "Something's wrong," I choked out, "Mark, help me." He sighed, exasperated. "Can't this wait? Sarah is upset." I left the apartment and drove myself to the hospital.
"You're about seven weeks pregnant," the doctor said, adding that the pregnancy was unstable and risky. My mind reeled back to my previous miscarriage, two years ago, when Mark had been too busy.
I looked at Mark, sitting cozily with Sarah on our couch, a portrait of domestic bliss. "The doctor said it was just a stomach bug," I lied, unable to bear their false concern. He then asked me to help Sarah cook dinner.
I looked at my hands, raw from cleaning and work, and hurled a plate against the wall. "No," I said, "I will not." Sarah offered me an expensive hand cream Mark had bought her. A hot, sharp anger flared. This was my life; this was my home. I would not be buried. The Divorce That Changed Everything
Romance The "Brewery of the Year" award felt like a cold stone in my hand, heavy with the unspoken weight of my wife, Jenny's, silence. She was the General Manager, the face on stage, thanking everyone but me, the head brewer, the one who actually crafted the award-winning beer. I was used to being invisible, just "Ethan Clark, the technician," a replaceable employee in her eyes, despite being the silent 65% owner of the brewery I started with my college roommate.
At the party, a sales rep asked when Jenny and I would start a "brewing dynasty," and she laughed a sharp, dismissive laugh. "I'm not putting my career on hold to have a baby for any man. It's not worth it." Her words hung in the air, a public declaration that numbed me.
Back home, I found a package from a fertility clinic addressed to her. My heart pounded as I opened it. Inside, a detailed IVF statement confirmed she was one month pregnant. Then, my blood ran cold: the donor was listed as "Wesley Todd." Wes, her "gay best friend," the man with the pitying, contemptuous gaze. The pieces slammed into place.
She stormed in an hour later with Wes, scoffing at my divorce demand.
"It's not about the joke, Jenny," I said, voice flat. She brazenly explained her twisted plan: "Wes's family is very conservative... I agreed to be a surrogate for him. We did IVF. We're going to have a modern family together."
The audacity, the gaslighting, the sheer arrogance of their betrayal left me with a wave of pure disgust.
"The divorce is final," I told them. "And I'm selling the house. You have twenty-four hours."
The next morning, they tried to fire me from my own brewery, strutting in with fake authority.
That' s when my CEO, Matthew, finally revealed the truth to a stunned Jenny: "He was never just an employee, Jenny. He's the boss. He's always been the boss." Why did she, the woman who claimed "visionary leadership," never bother to check who truly owned the company she flaunted? And what dark secrets about her and Wes were about to spill out? The Jilted Tycoon's Vow
Billionaires The crystal chandeliers of the Houston Museum of Fine Arts glittered, reflecting what should have been the most perfect night of my life.
My fiancée, Gabby Chadwick, stood on that gala stage, not hand-in-hand with me, but clasped firmly with Tony Johns, the very quarterback my family had plucked from obscurity.
"My heart belongs to Tony," her amplified voice echoed, shattering the stunned silence and every last piece of my dignity. "Ryan and I are over."
In that flash of a camera, I, Ryan Fowler, son of an oil tycoon, became a public spectacle, the jilted fiancé, left standing alone in a sea of whispers and pity.
My parents, pillars of Houston society, saw not a heartbroken son, but a "publicly castrated" embarrassment, a "laughingstock."
"That boy is dead," my mother declared, her eyes hard as diamonds, as my father exiled me to the brutal oil rigs, demanding I learn to build my own power.
They thought they had broken me.
But as I tasted the ash of their disappointment, a different kind of fire ignited within me.
I swore then and there, the words a silent vow: I will come back, and I will dismantle everything the Chadwicks have ever built. I will make her regret the day she ever knew my name. The Unwanted Heir: A Father's Regret
Billionaires Emily Carter, a young woman battling a chronic illness while struggling in poverty, yearned for recognition from her wealthy CEO father, David Harrison.
The night he received a major philanthropy award, she hoped to bridge their estrangement by presenting her research for a community health clinic, a tangible demonstration of her capabilities.
Instead, she was publicly humiliated by her stepsister Brittany and met with cold, outright rejection from David.
His cruel words echoed: "I'm done supporting you and your mother's legacy of shame."
Unbeknownst to David, his wife Victoria and Brittany had systematically drained Emily's trust fund, sabotaged her reputation, and ensured her desperate pleas-even for her sick dog, Scout-were dismissed.
Despite winning a full Johns Hopkins scholarship, every attempt Emily made to prove her worth was met with suspicion and further manipulation, leaving her isolated and ultimately, mourning the loss of her beloved companion.
How could a man celebrated for developing life-saving drugs remain utterly blind to his own daughter's silent suffering and aspirations?
Why did he continuously believe the insidious lies orchestrated by his new family, seeing Emily only as a burden, a "nuisance"?
The crushing pain of his persistent rejection felt like a fresh wound on an age-old scar.
Dying in a hospice on her 18th birthday, Emily sent a final, heartbreaking voice message to her father, asking only for him to say her name.
His anonymous, impersonal text reply was the last devastating blow, sealing her tragic fate and unknowingly igniting a catastrophic unraveling of his carefully constructed reality. Memory and The Last Goodbye
Romance For three years, librarian Sarah Miller has lived with a broken heart and a literal failing one, mourning her smokejumper husband Ethan, presumed lost in a massive wildfire.
Then, a shocking phone call reveals Ethan is alive, but he has amnesia, calls himself Ash, and is building a new life with an entirely different woman who is pregnant with his child.
Sarah travels across the country to confront him, only to find him utterly unrecognizable, showering a new love, Olivia, with the tenderness he once reserved for Sarah, even gifting her the silver locket that symbolized their eternal bond.
The man she vowed "till death do us part" looks through her as if she's a stranger, the pain of his forgetfulness clashing with the unbearable sight of their most sacred token adorning another woman.
Despite her own dwindling days and a heart shattered anew, Sarah chooses to hide her true identity, posing as his long-lost sister "Grace" in a desperate, selfless act to preserve his newfound happiness, even if it means dying in silence, forever erased from his memory. The Unwanted Wife's True Love
Romance For ten years, Liam was my world, tucked away in the grand halls of New England life as my secret love.
He was the rough kid my sister Eleanor brought home, now a success in our family' s foundation, and to me, he was everything.
Then a single Instagram post detonated my carefully constructed reality.
Liam, radiant, with Chloe-his high school sweetheart-and a caption that twisted my gut: "Some things are worth waiting for."
The air left my lungs as a decade of shared whispers dissolved into a public declaration for another woman.
He dismissed it as a "drunken dare," then a "work crisis."
But Chloe' s Instagram screamed their reunion, turning his blatant lies into a sickening mockery.
Then, at a charity gala, he pulled her into a deep, consuming kiss-right in front of me.
He abandoned me moments later when she feigned injury.
How could someone who vowed such deep, secret love so casually erase our ten years, choosing instead a brutal public charade of betrayal and humiliation?
The man I thought I knew was a stranger, and the vast emptiness where my love used to be threatened to consume me.
With nothing left but shattered pride, I walked away that night and made a drastic decision.
I would marry Ethan Prescott, not for love, but to reclaim my life.
But even as I stood at the altar, ready to rebuild, I knew Liam wouldn't let me go without one last, desperate attempt to reclaim what he'd already destroyed. Don't Underestimate The Heiress
Modern My life in Austin was comfortable, idyllic even.
My parents owned a successful chain of organic cafes, and I was five months pregnant, planning a future with Kevin, the man I thought was different.
Then, sitting in our apartment, his mom Karen watched like a hawk as Kevin slid a "Domestic Partnership Agreement" across the coffee table.
Its terms were chilling: I'd waive all rights to his property, any large financial gifts from my wealthy parents would become "joint assets" solely managed by him, and marriage was indefinitely deferred.
My stomach twisted.
What I thought was a loving partnership revealed itself as a calculated heist.
Karen, who cooed about baby names last week, now had eyes small and calculating, her voice flatly stating it was "to protect Kevin."
They conveniently forgot my parents paid for our entire lives.
They saw me as a naive rich girl, easily separated from her family's money.
It wasn't smart; it was a brazen attempt at extortion.
How could he, and his mother, be so utterly devoid of decency, treating me like a walking ATM?
But under the shock, a cold clarity formed.
The devastation transformed into a fierce resolve.
I wouldn't just walk away; I would make them pay.
Feigning agreement, I proposed signing their predatory document after my parents' generous baby shower gift.
Then, I called my lawyer best friend, Chloe.
"You are not going to believe what these parasites just tried to pull," I told her, knowing exactly what came next: it was time for a plan, and for them to burn. 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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