Immanuel Caspar
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Discarded Princess, Reclaimed Crown
Modern For seven years, I traded my crown for a quiet life with the man I loved, Harrison. I gave up my kingdom, my family, and my name, believing our love was enough.
But on our son Colt's fifth birthday, he publicly announced his engagement to a pregnant socialite, calling their unborn child his "true heir."
His mother then stormed into our home, calling my son a "mistake" and a "stain" that needed to be cleansed before her son's new life could begin.
My little boy, his heart shattered, looked up at me.
"Mama," he whispered, "am I really a mistake?"
That's when I remembered I wasn't just a discarded wife. I was a princess who had given up her throne. I picked up the phone and called my father, the king.
"I'm coming home," I told him. "And I'm bringing your grandson." Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts
Romance For seven years, I used my inheritance to sponsor my college crush. I took Keegan Valdez, a brilliant but disgraced student working as a bartender, and turned him into a Silicon Valley billionaire. We lived together, and I was the fool who believed our transactional relationship was love.
Then his childhood sweetheart, Cora, came back.
The humiliation was public and swift. At a charity auction, he outbid me for a two-million-dollar necklace, fastening it around her neck for everyone to see. That same night, he rescued me after I was drugged and nearly assaulted, only to abandon me in a hotel room because Cora called with a fake emergency about a stuck shower door.
But the final nail in the coffin came after a car hit me. As I lay bleeding in the ER, the nurse called him for consent for my emergency surgery. I heard his voice on the phone, cold and irritated.
"I'm comforting my girlfriend," he said. "Whatever happens to her is not my concern."
The line went dead. The man I had built from nothing had just left me to die.
With a trembling hand, I signed the consent form myself. Then I made another call.
"Edwin," I whispered to the man who had proposed to me a year ago. "About that wedding... are you still interested?" His Reckless Lies, Her Broken Life
Romance My world used to be painted in bright, vibrant colors, filled with the easy comfort of a lifelong friendship blossoming into love with Liam.
We were finally a couple, and the future felt golden, a masterpiece I was eager to create.
Then, a casual scroll through a local gossip forum shattered everything.
A blurry photo, a familiar gray hoodie, Liam' s arm around another girl – the headline, "Local Guy Juggling Two Girls?" screamed off the screen.
The post detailed a canceled trip with me, replaced by a romantic getaway with her, along with cruel, precise details of our life together.
My mind reeled as Liam' s voice, smooth and warm, denied everything, a faint girl' s voice in the background confirming his lies.
It wasn't just a lie; it was a complete betrayal, twisting our shared history into something ugly and unrecognizable.
Later, Eleanor, Liam' s mom, called, frantic because Liam was missing from a family dinner - a family dinner I was at, helping set up.
My phone buzzed again, revealing an Instagram story from the 'other woman,' Brittany, showing Liam laughing, declining his mother' s call with a smug, "No interruptions on our weekend getaway! ;)"
A cold, hard clarity washed over me: Liam wasn't just a cheat; he was a selfish, careless boy who would burn down his whole life for a little attention.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Liam' s parents, searching for him in the pouring rain, were in a horrific car accident, his father, Mark, left fighting for his life, his mother hysterical.
How could he be so reckless, so utterly blind to the consequences of his actions, while his family faced such a devastating cost?
The time for protecting anyone's feelings was over. The Prenup: Her Revenge
Romance The crisp legal document felt cold in Amelia' s hands-their prenup, signed five years ago, a formality that now held the key to her shattered life.
She' d just discovered David, her architect husband, was a fraud, living a meticulously crafted web of lies with his mistress, Sarah.
The truth had twisted her gut: a sly voicemail from Sarah in David' s car, a Chanel pearl earring in his suit, and a house blueprint glowing on his phone, planning a future that brutally excluded her.
How could the man who promised her forever, who swore she was his foundation, betray her so utterly, with such casual cruelty?
She would make him pay, turning his grand plans for her birthday bash into a spectacular, public execution of his carefully constructed life. The Price of Redemption
Billionaires The biting wind was a familiar friend, a stark contrast to the burning rage that had consumed me before I died.
I remembered the lavish coming-out party for Chloe, the daughter I had poured eighteen years of love and wealth into. She stood on stage, under glittering chandeliers, and pointed to a famous actress, declaring her as her real mother.
"My achievements are all thanks to my parents\' superior genes," Chloe' s voice, dripping with contempt, echoed in my memory. "You had nothing to do with it. You robbed me of eighteen years of mother-daughter bonding!"
The crowd' s judgment turned into a torrent, fueled by my ex-boyfriend and Chloe' s biological father, Mark, who stood beside the actress, smirking. They had conspired to ruin me, take my company, and silence me forever. And they almost succeeded. They drove me to my death, celebrating as they moved into the home I had built.
I died, consumed by betrayal and injustice, wondering why the world had allowed such a vile family to flourish at my expense.
But then, I was back. Back to the very day it all began. The day Mark first brought a baby to my door, expecting me to clean up his mess. This time, things would be different. A Thousand Scars: Ava's Awakening
Romance Ava Chen stood beside Julian Vance, tech billionaire, her fiancé.
Tonight was their engagement announcement at a dazzling Silicon Valley gala.
Everything seemed picture-perfect.
Then, the ballroom doors opened, and in walked Seraphina Reed, Julian' s ex, the "White Redwood."
Julian froze, dropping Ava' s hand, and sprinted towards Seraphina, leaving Ava abandoned on the dais.
The engagement was "indefinitely postponed," as Ava watched Julian devour Seraphina with his eyes.
Ava realized she was merely a substitute, a colder version of the woman Julian truly wanted.
Her loyal assistant, Maya, was killed in a hit-and-run, orchestrated by Julian and Seraphina.
Her diplomat father and journalist brother were publicly disgraced, their reputations ruined by Julian' s fabricated scandal.
Imprisoned in a gilded cage, she endured relentless torment.
Her college sweetheart, Liam, her only hope, was shot dead during a rescue attempt by Julian.
The world had stolen everything: love, family, freedom, hope, and even a child she never knew she had, lost due to Julian' s violence.
How could one man inflict such brutal, calculated destruction?
Her despair hardened into an icy, unyielding will.
With Liam's final whispered password, Ava found a way to turn her pain into power.
She would dismantle Julian' s empire, piece by agonizing piece.
This wasn't just survival; this was war. The Mistress's Deceit
Billionaires I was reborn, back in a sterile hospital room, clutching my swollen belly, desperately fighting the excruciating pain of labor. My aim: to delay the birth of my twins, believing that if Chloe' s child was born first, Ethan might spare mine.
But my husband, Ethan Sterling, was a pawn in a cruel game.
He was convinced by his manipulative mistress, Chloe Evans, that I was a monstrous villain from our past life, deserving of only destruction. He was already celebrating Chloe's son, declared his heir, while I lay in agony.
My desperate sacrifice was in vain.
I was forcibly dragged from the hospital mid-labor, compelled to ingest a miscarriage-inducing tonic, then brutally beaten and publicly shamed.
Bleeding profusely, I heard the devastating news: my innocent father had been murdered by Ethan's command. One of my precious twins was already gone, a silent casualty of their monstrous deceit.
Imprisoned in a frigid cellar, dying a slow, painful death, I couldn' t grasp how the man I once loved could be so utterly blind, so consumed by a delusion that he would destroy everything, even his own family.
The injustice was an unbearable weight, yet the terrifying question remained: how could he not see Chloe's wicked lies?
Yet, a twisted fate intervened.
On the brink of death, my supposed demise shockingly exposed Chloe' s elaborate fraud to Ethan.
Consumed by a horrifying, soul-crushing regret, he sought his own form of brutal justice: orchestrating a fiery explosion that consumed Chloe, her child, and himself.
I miraculously survived, with one last, living son. Now, I am relentlessly building a new life, refusing all traces of the Sterling curse, choosing absolute freedom over a tainted fortune that once cost me everything. When My Car Became His Prize
Billionaires As a successful tech CEO, my custom-ordered Lucid Air Sapphire was finally ready after a year on the waitlist.
It was my personal reward, a symbol of my hard-earned success, something truly mine.
But then the dealership called, and my world tilted: my car had already been picked up.
Not by me, but by Olivia, my COO and my girlfriend of seven years, who claimed it was a "company executive vehicle" for InnovateLife.
Minutes later, her assistant, Liam, was grinning on Instagram, posing with *my* car, thanking Olivia for the "company ride."
Olivia simply brushed it off, casually saying I had "so many cars" anyway, ignoring my feelings.
But it wasn't just the car.
Then I discovered Liam was not only driving my car but wearing my luxury undershirts and briefs, seemingly gifted by Olivia, who again trivialized my outrage.
The ultimate, gut-wrenching blow came with a hidden blog, revealing Liam's four-year plot to manipulate Olivia and systematically undermine me, climaxing with a possessive photo of Olivia asleep on *his* couch, captioned "My queen."
My world shattered.
Was Olivia truly this blind, or had she, my girlfriend of seven years, knowingly allowed this calculated betrayal to unfold, calling Liam her "real partner" while giving away pieces of *my* life?
The sickening realization hit me: this wasn't just betrayal; it was a carefully executed take-down from within my own home, orchestrated by the man she called her partner.
I wouldn't wait to be dismantled.
I resigned from InnovateLife, secured my interests, and decided to expose the truth.
As her tear-streaked face pleaded with me at the airport, Liam’s secret blog on my phone flashed her own damning words, finally shattering her denial and revealing the full extent of his manipulation.
I walked away, leaving Austin and her behind, ready to reclaim my life. 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." 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!" 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." 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. 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."