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Katie Oettgen

11 Published Stories

Katie Oettgen's Books and Stories

His Unwanted Wife, My New Dawn

His Unwanted Wife, My New Dawn

 Modern
5.0
For six years, I was the wife of a tech billionaire with crippling mysophobia. To my husband, Killian, I was a contaminant he was forced to tolerate for a business merger, a ghost in my own home. But for his mistress, the influencer Isabel, every rule was broken. He worshipped her, believing she was the angel who' d saved him from a near-fatal climbing accident two years ago. The truth was, I was the one who braved a blizzard to rescue him, suffering severe frostbite in the process. But he laughed in my face, calling me too fragile. He knelt on a filthy police station floor to touch her bare feet, yet he' d recoiled from my touch for years. He destroyed my grandmother' s priceless locket because she wanted it. He forced me to kneel and apologize for her lies, threatening my family's company if I refused. The final humiliation came when he publicly declared her the true mistress of the house and made me climb a dangerous, thorny hill on my injured ankle to pick roses for her. As I stumbled back, covered in mud and blood, I felt nothing. The love I had stubbornly held onto was finally, completely dead. I walked away that night with the signed divorce papers in my hand. My old life was over, and my fight for a new one had just begun.
Neglected Wife's Bitter Sweet Revenge

Neglected Wife's Bitter Sweet Revenge

 Modern
5.0
I was the perfect wife to my producer husband, Braden, enduring his coldness and affairs for one reason: his promise to release my late father's priceless songbook. Then, at a crowded industry party, I watched him kiss his starlet mistress, Destany, for all to see. The humiliation made me collapse, and I woke up in a hospital bed to a shocking truth: I was pregnant. Braden used our unborn child as a leash, playing the role of a devoted husband while secretly continuing his affair. His mistress grew bolder, breaking into our home after taunting me with photos of her and Braden in Tokyo. "That baby is just another obstacle," she whispered, her eyes filled with hate as she lunged at me. In the struggle, she shoved me down our grand staircase. The fall was a blur of sickening thuds and a sharp, searing pain. I lost my child. The one thing that had tied me to him was gone, stolen by his cruelty and her jealousy. The years of his lies and my silent suffering crystallized into a single, cold purpose. When Braden knelt by my hospital bed, sobbing and begging for forgiveness, I felt nothing. I simply picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice like ice. "And I'm taking back everything."
His Unseen Love, Her Blind Regret

His Unseen Love, Her Blind Regret

 Romance
5.0
For five years, I was the perfect husband to my wife, Jorja. I was the man who supposedly healed her broken heart after her first love, Cale, left her. Now Cale was back, and she insisted we all have dinner together. Suddenly, a fight broke out at the next table. A man flung a bowl of steaming hot soup, and it flew directly towards us. In that split second, I watched my wife lunge. Not towards me, but towards Cale, shielding him with her own body. The scalding liquid hit my arm and chest, the pain searing through me. While I gasped in agony, Jorja fussed over a tiny splash on Cale's hand. "We need to go to the emergency room right now!" she cried, rushing him out the door. She paused only to look back at me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "You can take a taxi to the hospital, right?" After five years of selfless care, of giving up my art scholarship to Paris to be her live-in cure, I was abandoned, covered in second-degree burns. As I sat alone in the ER, an email arrived. My scholarship had been reinstated. That night, I didn't go back to her house. I went to start the life she had stolen from me.
When Love Becomes a Weapon

When Love Becomes a Weapon

 Modern
5.0
The sterile air of the pre-flight briefing room chilled me to the bone. It was the taste of betrayal, bitter and metallic, that filled my mouth once more. Liam, my fiancé, and Chloe, his protégé, had crushed my career, my reputation, my entire life. They had effectively killed me. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in the exact room, at the precise moment it all went wrong. My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat of terror and a cold, rising fury. "Ava, are you listening?" Mark, my second-in-command, looked at me, concerned. He told me Chloe Vance had brought an undeclared briefcase, a "gift." I recognized it instantly: Project Chimera, a dangerous AI prototype. In my past life, I'd tried to protect Liam, only to have him orchestrate my complete downfall. He' d publicly accused me of corporate espionage, painting me as unstable and emotional. I had broken protocol for him, and he used it as a weapon. That version of me, naive and trusting, was dead. "You' re right, Liam," I heard myself say, my voice softening. "A gift is just a gift. We' ll let it go this one time." My team stared at me in disbelief. But I wasn' t saving him. I was giving him enough rope to hang himself. This time, he would be the one to fall.
Second Chance, Second Curse

Second Chance, Second Curse

 Romance
5.0
The white ceiling was unbearably familiar. I was supposed to be dead, incinerated in a lab accident ten years ago, but instead, I was back, staring at the ceiling of the hotel suite where my marriage to Sophia Hayes began. My second chance. Instead of a fresh start, I walked into the same hollow wedding, only to be ambushed by Director Thompson. He dropped a bombshell: my marriage was a cover, Sophia was an intelligence agent, and my cutting-edge Manticore Project was the target of her operation. Forced to play the loving husband, every affectionate gesture felt like a lie. The bitterest pill was seeing Sophia, my wife, constantly meeting with Liam Carter, my rival from a past life. I watched them in the park, saw her laugh and hold his hand, the warmth she never showed me, fueling a rage that culminated in me shattering our wedding photo. Why was she so readily giving him what I craved? The official explanation – it was all part of the mission – felt hollow. It was a hell I' d already lived, but this time, the betrayal was sanctioned, and I was just a patriotic fool. Then, I followed them to a clandestine meeting, only to overhear Liam demand my Manticore data. Before I could process Sophia seemingly agreeing to hand over my life' s work, I was caught in a federal sting. Liam escaped, and I was arrested for espionage, with Sophia, my own wife, claiming full responsibility and confirming I was her co-conspirator. Her complete and utter betrayal, putting me in jail, all to protect him, shattered my soul. I had traded one prison for another, a cage of unrequited love for one of national conspiracy. My second chance was quickly becoming a second curse.
My Comatose CEO Wife

My Comatose CEO Wife

 Romance
5.0
I signed a contract to marry a comatose billionaire. It was just business-a way to save my parents from crushing medical debt. I was a broke musician, she was a famous Silicon Valley CEO, and my job was simple: act like a devoted husband while she was unconscious. But then, a voice started talking in my head. "Ugh, this Jell-O tastes like sadness." It was her. Victoria. The woman everyone thought was brain-dead was fully conscious inside, and I was the only one who could hear her. Suddenly, my life became a bizarre performance. I was trapped, not just by the contract, but by her relentless, snarky inner monologue. I acted out her hidden desires-eating tacos by her bedside, arguing about bad rom-coms-all while the world hailed me as the ultimate devoted husband. The fame exploded, her company's stock soared, and everyone believed the fairy tale. Except me. And her, the voice in my head. But just as our bizarre connection deepened, just as I started to fall for the real, hidden Tori, she woke up. And she believed the worst. She saw me in a staged embrace with another woman, heard whispers of my "devotion" while she was unconscious, and instantly branded me a perverted gold-digger. After weeks of sharing her innermost thoughts, after hearing her true self, how could she believe I was the villain? I wasn't just some broke musician anymore. I was the only person who truly knew Victoria Blackwood. So, standing there, accused and disgraced, I had a choice: walk away with the money, or fight for the woman whose voice had haunted my dreams. I chose to expose every secret, every quirk, every vulnerability she thought only she knew, hoping she'd finally see the real me. And the truth.
Not His Son: The Billionaire's Fury

Not His Son: The Billionaire's Fury

 Billionaires
5.0
My life as a self-made millionaire seemed perfect alongside my wife, Jessica, and our six-year-old son, Leo. Then, the doctor's words hit like a brick wall: "End-stage renal disease. He needs a transplant." My brother, Kevin, was Leo's only match. But instead of a selfless act, he smirked, demanding my vacation home, two million dollars, and 20% of my company for a life-saving kidney. My own father, Frank, and the rest of my family backed his outrageous extortion. I said no. The room erupted. My wife shrieked, my father raged, and Kevin gloated, calling me a monster. Jessica wasted no time, launching a viral GoFundMe immediately: "Help My Son When His Millionaire Father Won't." The internet condemned me instantly, painting me as a heartless villain willing to let his child die over money. Why would a man who built an empire from nothing risk it all, and supposedly his own son's life, for mere dollars? Was I truly the monster they saw? They thought I was insane, blinded by greed. But as I calmly froze our joint accounts and walked into the hospital cafeteria where they were celebrating their public shaming campaign, they had no idea. The truth I was about to unleash would shatter their world, not just mine. This wasn't about money; it was about a deeply buried, horrifying secret I had been preparing to expose for months.
Too Late, Mr. Blindness Billionaire

Too Late, Mr. Blindness Billionaire

 Romance
5.0
My entire world revolved around Liam, my little brother, whose fragile life was being stolen by aggressive leukemia. My boyfriend, Ethan, genuinely loved me, but the $50,000 needed for Liam' s experimental treatment felt like an insurmountable mountain. In a desperate bid for money, I answered a seemingly legitimate ad for a high-paying personal assistant, only to step into a horrific trap orchestrated by my own manipulative half-sister, Chloe. I was brutally assaulted, drugged, and left for dead. The police report, maliciously twisted by Chloe' s connections, painted me as a "high-end call girl" injured in a "client dispute." Chloe then spun a web of lies to Ethan, claiming I' d taken the $50,000 for myself. He bought every word, his loving eyes turning into a mask of utter disgust before he walked out of my life forever, leaving me shattered and Liam still fighting for his life. How could the man who once vowed to protect me believe such monstrous accusations without question? The betrayal, the public humiliation, and the profound injustice felt like a physical weight crushing my spirit. Five years later, I had painstakingly rebuilt my life, becoming a successful tech executive in London. Then, a call from Ethan-now a billionaire-pulled me back to New York. My fragile hope for closure was brutally crushed when I found him engaged to Chloe, ready to restart their cruel tactics and drag me back into their twisted game. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would fight back.
His Aunt, His Sanctuary

His Aunt, His Sanctuary

 Billionaires
5.0
For a year, I was nothing but a ghost in the Vanderbilt penthouse, Seraphina's secret plaything, her devoted bodyguard. I loved her with a silent, burning devotion, always there, always ready to serve. Then, as casually as she' d summoned me to her bed, she dismissed me. Her wedding to Julian Astor was in ten days, and our arrangement was abruptly over. The chilling indifference in her eyes was a prelude to the hell that followed. Suddenly, I was at Julian Astor's mercy – a petty, sadistic monster who reveled in torment. He ordered me beaten, humiliated, even forced me to kneel on scorching metal grates until my knees were raw. I endured a public flogging, my back shredded, while Seraphina, the woman I' d protected with my life, smiled at my tormentor. When I was stabbed protecting Julian, he deliberately shoved me into the knife, and Seraphina merely watched, unconcerned. My unique blood, inherited from the parents I scarcely remembered, was drained near to death to save the man who tortured me. It was then I learned the truth: my parents weren't gone in an accident. They were murdered by Seraphina' s father, who then "rescued" me, molding me into his perfect, disposable weapon. Every ounce of hope, every flicker of warmth I'd held for Seraphina, froze into bitter ice. I was broken, but no longer blind. Now, the loyal dog is dead. From the ashes of Vanderbilt' s cruelty, The Wraith is born, and I will tear down their empire, one bloody secret at a time.
The Perfect Daughter's Secret

The Perfect Daughter's Secret

 Modern
5.0
My mother, a medical examiner, sees death every day. Yet, for ten years, she never truly saw me, not after my father' s tragic death, which she relentlessly blamed on me. Instead, all her love was lavished upon Chloe, the perfect daughter, my shining replacement. On my 21st birthday, Chloe sent men to abduct me. With a phone pressed to my ear, a hiss on the other end commanded me to beg my mother for a birthday meeting. Liv' s response was a chilling dismissal, a final accusation regarding my father' s death, and then echoing silence. Soon after, I became a Jane Doe, dismembered and stuffed into a duffel bag, delivered directly to my mother' s morgue. I watched, an unseen ghost, as her meticulous, gloved hands pieced together my violated body. She didn't flinch, my own mother, just saw a case, a victim, nothing more. Anguish, a useless emotion for a ghost, consumed me. As Liv worked, I relived Chloe' s whispered taunts: "He always liked you best, Sarah. Even dead, he liked you best." Chloe, the one who orchestrated my father's boating 'accident' and then meticulously murdered me, went home to my mother' s continued praise and love. Meanwhile, I lay in pieces on a cold steel table, under my mother' s unseeing eyes. But a small, silver dolphin pendant, my father' s last gift, sent back to my mother with a severed hand and a lock of shocking pink hair, ultimately ripped through her carefully constructed blindness. It was a macabre gift, a final, undeniable piece of a monstrous truth linking her perfect daughter, my father' s death, and my own brutal end. The story wasn' t over; it was just beginning.
Adieu To My Miserable Romance

Adieu To My Miserable Romance

 Young Adult
5.0
Sure! Here’s the translation: --- In my freshman year, I was confessed to by my dream guy. Liam boldly presented me with a bouquet of roses in front of the whole class. I was so excited that I cried in public and took the microphone, responding to him incoherently: “Liam, I like you too! I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you in high school…” He smirked and said dismissively, “I was playing truth or dare, sorry!” I became the laughingstock of the school. Later, I focused on my future and pushed Liam out of my mind. Flowers and applause followed. But then he cornered me against the wall, looking sad, and begged me for another chance.