Gong Moxi
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Broken Engagement, Unleashed Heiress's Fury
Modern My fiancé, Chadwick Steele, always treated me like a dirty secret-the nerdy brains behind his glamorous tech empire. He flaunted his affair with his mistress, Isa, while constantly reminding me I was an embarrassment he was forced to tolerate.
That all came to a head in a crowded mall. In front of everyone, he publicly broke our engagement, choosing her over me and leaving me to her mercy.
But Isa wasn't satisfied with just winning. She had Chadwick's bodyguards pin me to the floor.
She slapped me, kicked me, and then pulled out a silver letter opener. As she carved a bloody gash across my cheek, she laughed about teaching me a permanent lesson for daring to exist in her world.
I was bleeding and broken, my spirit completely shattered. I thought it was over.
Then, a custom Rolls-Royce pulled up. My mother, Frederica Mooney-the silent titan of Silicon Valley who secretly bankrolls the entire Steele family fortune-stepped out. She took one look at my face, her eyes turning to ice, and gave me the only words I needed to hear: "I give you my full permission." The Heiress's Reckoning: Ten Years Lies
Romance The man who once took a bullet for me stood in our living room, demanding I apologize to his pregnant mistress. He was the broke kid I'd made into a CEO, the foundation of my world. Now, that foundation was a sinkhole.
But the real betrayal came from his mistress's lips. She whispered that Jacob had orchestrated the car accident that caused my miscarriage years ago, claiming he never wanted a child with a "cold, barren bitch" like me.
He tried to move her into my house, painting me as the villain in our story. He paraded their love for the world to see, buying her islands and diamonds while I was cast aside as the city's ice queen.
The love I had for him, built on what I thought was shared grief over our lost son, turned to ash. It was all a lie. Ten years of my life, a carefully staged play he directed.
But he forgot who I am. At a grand gala meant to celebrate his new life, I crashed the party. With the evidence in hand and my allies at my side, I was ready to burn his empire to the ground and make him pay for every single lie. The Engagement's End, A New Beginning
Romance Tonight was supposed to be the most important night of my life, the official announcement of my engagement to Mark Landon.
But as we stood on the dais to make our toast, another woman-Isabel-let out a theatrical cry and crumpled to the floor.
Before I could process what was happening, Mark shoved me. He pushed me aside to get to her, his arm connecting with my shoulder with brutal, dismissive force.
The shove sent me stumbling backward off the platform. I landed hard on the polished marble floor, a collective gasp echoing through the stunned ballroom as my world shattered.
He didn't even glance at me. He helped a perfectly fine Isabel to her feet, tucked her protectively against his side, and then glared down at me, his face a thunderous mask of fury.
"Look what your jealousy has caused!" he snarled, his voice echoing in the silence.
"This engagement is over! I will not be bound to a woman so consumed by petty envy!"
The words were a physical blow. The pain in my soul was so intense it stole my breath, a searing agony as the bond I thought we shared was violently ripped away. The room spun as the pain dropped me to my knees.
Kicked out a service exit, I collapsed in a filthy back alley, my body finally succumbing to a strange illness that had been draining me for weeks.
Just as darkness closed in, a sleek black car screeched to a halt. A man emerged, impossibly tall and radiating an aura of power that made Mark seem like a spoiled child.
He knelt, his stormy eyes locking onto the silver locket our family doctor had pressed into my hand moments before.
His voice was a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through the very ground. "I have found her."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over my face, his expression a chilling mixture of triumph and ice.
"My true fated mate... and the daughter of the woman who destroyed my family." His Ex, My Ruined Wedding
Romance My wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, a promise of forever with Ethan, the man I loved.
But then, an unexpected call on the eve of our wedding, from his ex, Brittany-a woman he' d always painted as unstable and manipulative-shattered the illusion.
She pleaded for Ethan to visit her dying mother, a plea Ethan scoffed at, dismissing it as another one of her pathetic stunts to ruin his happiness.
I tried to trust him, to push down the unsettling feeling that her raw grief had felt painfully real.
The next day, as I stood at the altar, ready to say "I do," the grand doors creaked open. Brittany stood there, clad in black, clutching a funeral urn.
She announced her mother was dead, and that Ethan' s refusal to see her was the cause, pulling him away from me, from our wedding, with a single, heart-wrenchwrenching accusation.
He abandoned me at the altar, rushing to comfort her, seemingly forgetting I even existed.
The man I was meant to marry was embracing his ex, whispering apologies, while I stood there, witnessing the death of our future.
Why was he so easily swayed? How could he believe her manipulated tears over everything we had?
I wanted answers, I wanted to understand how my perfect day had become a stage for her twisted drama.
I just wanted to make them pay for destroying my life. My Ex's Unseen Son
Romance Her world revolved around the sterile precision of Boston General, a frantic pace that helped Evie outrun a haunting premonitory dream.
Then he returned: Dr. Julian Vance, her former fiancé and the brilliant surgeon whose abrupt departure had shattered her four years prior.
He wasn't alone; a stunning woman in a pristine white dress, just like her dream, was by his side, introduced as his fiancée.
His cool, dismissive gaze, devoid of any shared past, was a stark reminder of their painful ending.
He publicly dismissed their intense history as "nothing," twisting the knife of her past, desperate attempt to secure his future.
Julian's fiancée, Victoria, a woman straight from Evie' s nightmare, systematically dismantled her reputation, turning colleagues into a whispering gallery of judgment.
The final, brutal blow came when Julian, a cardiothoracic genius, coldly refused to operate on Evie' s dying father, abandoning him to succumb to his illness.
How could the man she once loved, a man sworn to save lives, deliver such a cruel, calculated act of revenge?
Was all their shared history, all her past sacrifice, truly worthless to him, or was this a deeper, colder malice she couldn't comprehend?
The raw pain and burning hatred consumed her, every breath a testament to his unforgivable betrayal.
With nothing left but fractured dreams and a hollow heart, Evie packed a single bag, determined to outrun Boston, him, and the wreckage of a life defined by his cruelty. Rewound: Exam Day Revenge
Young Adult I woke up to the familiar rumble of thunder, the bruised purple sky mirroring the dread in my stomach: exam day.
It was all happening again, precisely like last time.
Last time, Kevin, my earnest ex, held us back for Brie, the school' s queen bee, who, ever the drama, insisted on a "critical influencer photoshoot."
We were late, of course.
But the real disaster wasn't just missing the exam.
Later, at a supposed peace offering, Brie handed me a coffee.
It was laced with tree nuts, my deadliest allergen.
I died.
Kevin and his "Elites" lied, claiming I was distraught and ate something by accident.
Brie played victim online, painting me as the bully, while my mother' s quest for justice shattered her life.
Having lived through that betrayal, that humiliation, that fatal setup once, to wake up here again on this exact morning felt like a second chance – not just at life, but at cosmic rebalancing.
Why was I back?
This time, I wouldn't say a single word.
Let them wait.
Let them miss their exam.
Let them ruin their own lives.
My future at MIT was already secure.
Theirs, however, was about to unravel, with me watching from the sidelines. The Ballerina's Second Act
Romance My life was a perfect ballet: Juilliard-bound, adored by Ethan Miller, the golden boy everyone envied.
Our future shone brighter than any stage light.
Then, the crash. A blinding flash, then darkness.
I woke up to a hospital room, my ballerina legs amputated, a devastating gift from Jess, Ethan' s obsessed ex, who' d deliberately run me down. Every dream shattered.
But the real nightmare began when I uncovered Ethan's secret.
The man who vowed 'forever,' whose hand I clung to, was secretly comforting Jess, his 'enemy,' filling her with false hope and a twisted compassion. His perfect devotion was a suffocating lie, driving me deeper into a pit of physical and emotional agony.
How could the man I loved betray me so utterly, with the very person who destroyed my life? The whys screamed in my head, a desperate, hollow echo in a world turned to ash.
With nothing left but the unbearable pain, I sought the final escape. But instead of an end, I found a terrifying twist: I woke up in a hospital bed, three years earlier, my legs miraculously whole, memories of my devastating demise burning clear.
This time, I would rewrite my tragic fate and break free from this cursed cycle. Nineteen Nights To Oblivion
Romance I was Sarah Miller, an architect with big dreams, when I married Ethan Caldwell, the golden boy of Manhattan.
I truly believed in love, that our quiet city hall wedding was just the beginning of our grand adventure.
But my new life in his lavish penthouse quickly became a gilded cage.
His stepmother, Victoria – his father' s younger wife, and Ethan' s undeniable obsession – revealed the sinister truth.
I was a mere placeholder, a convenient beard, and she dared me: nineteen nights to win his heart, or vanish.
My desperate attempts to connect were met with cold indifference.
He left me trapped in a burning cafe, rushing to Victoria' s side. He demanded I lie to the press, destroying my reputation to save hers. Then, when a chemical attack struck, he shielded her, letting the corrosive liquid burn me.
My love wasn't gradually eroded; it was systematically executed. How could I have been so blind, so foolish, so utterly disposable? The physical scars paled in comparison to the gaping wound in my soul.
But this wasn't the end of my story, only the beginning of my true one.
I broke free, rebuilt a life from the ashes, and found real love. He eventually saw Victoria's true colors and desperately tried to win me back, only to find himself crashing my engagement party.
He came seeking me, but found only the cold, unyielding shell of the woman he' d destroyed. He thought I was his to reclaim, but the love he squandered was irrevocably dead. The Prince's Broken Promises
Romance Our love was a rebel song, forbidden by the Devereaux family's rigid rules.
I was Ella, a blues singer from Bourbon Street, and he was Beau, the Prince of Prytania, who swore his heart was irrevocably mine.
He chose me, even when his powerful family threatened to disinherit him.
"It's you and me, Ella, always," he vowed.
I wore his promises like my grandmother's treasured locket.
But the Devereauxs changed tactics.
A new cruelty.
They gave Beau an ultimatum: produce an heir with a "suitable" woman.
He begged me to understand, a "formality" before we could truly be together.
Then Savannah Sinclair, polished and ambitious, entered our lives.
Soon, Savannah was pregnant, and the "little longer" stretched into an eternity.
Savannah became a constant, cruel presence, plotting against me at every turn.
She maliciously framed me for harming their newborn daughter, Charlotte, planting "evidence" and staging hysterical outbursts.
My protests fell on deaf ears; Beau let his parents lock me in a cold guesthouse.
"Why, Ella? Why would you hurt my child?" Beau asked, his voice like shards of glass.
My heart shattered.
His child, not ours.
Where was the man who once shielded me?
Then, Savannah escalated, wearing my grandmother's locket, brazenly claiming Beau gave it to her.
When I lunged for it, she feigned injury, shrieking about her "baby."
Beau rushed in, his rage blinding him.
He shoved me hard, my head cracking against marble.
Before I could explain, his father, Augustus, raised his hand and struck me across the face.
Beau watched it all, his back turned to me, to the truth, to everything we had ever been.
His silence was consent.
His inaction was betrayal.
In that agonizing moment, I knew: I had to get out.
I would leave, but not before they learned the cost of their cruelty. The Bride Who Vanished: His Public Humiliation
Modern I woke up to the acrid smell of smoke and the piercing screams from the university's burning arts building.
My twin sister, Chloe, was trapped inside.
My boyfriend, Ryan Ashton, stood poised to run, a heroic silhouette against the licking flames.
But a memory, sharp and cold, sliced through me – my first life, a nightmare I' d lived and died.
I remembered him shoving me, my hand smashing against debris, crushing the bones and ending my promising violin career.
Chloe died anyway, yet he blamed me, publicly shaming me.
He then married me.
Not for love, but for a twisted, prolonged revenge.
He systematically broke me down, convinced everyone I was a monster, even my own parents who coldly agreed, calling me selfish.
My existence became a quiet, constant hell until he locked me in a suffocating room, leaving me to die.
Now, it was happening again: the fire, the screams, Ryan ready to play the savior.
Every agonizing moment, every betrayal, every whispered accusation from my family hammered in my mind.
The sheer, burning injustice of my first life fueled a new, chilling resolve.
But this time, I knew.
This time, I would break the cycle.
I stepped aside.
He charged headlong into the inferno, screaming Chloe' s name, never once looking back at me.
My hands remained perfect, unscathed.
My future was mine alone.
This time, destiny would be rewritten.
This time, my revenge would be a symphony. 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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