Little Pink Lace

Little Pink Lace's Books and Stories

The Scapegoat Wife's Ultimate Comeback

Modern

5.0

Everyone told me I was "too much," but billionaire Conor Hudson seemed to love my chaotic energy. I thought his quiet demeanor was a safe harbor. I was wrong. His silence wasn't love; it was a cage he built to hide his obsession with his adopted sister, Hillery. When Hillery committed a hit-and-run, Conor didn't call the police. He grabbed me, his eyes cold and terrifying, and demanded I take the fall for her. "You're my wife," he snarled. "You owe me this." When I refused to be their scapegoat, he imprisoned me in a windowless room, weaponizing my severe claustrophobia to break my mind. That' s when I uncovered the sickest truth of all. Hillery wasn't just his lover. She was a fraud who had stolen my dead sister's art legacy-and was the very reason my sister was murdered. Conor thought he could torture me into silence. Instead, I escaped. On the night of Hillery's lavish engagement party, I hijacked the global live stream. I looked into the camera, smiling at the husband watching in horror. "I' m giving you exactly what you wanted, Conor. You' re free."

The CEO's Secret Birthright

Billionaires

5.0

Tonight, as CEO of Sterling Corp, I was on my victory lap. My three years had transformed the company, culminating in a billion-dollar 'Solar City Initiative'—a triumph of my life's work. The gala hummed, celebrating my success. Then, my wife, Chloe Sterling, made her grand entrance—on the arm of her college flame, Blake Jennings, patting a swollen belly that wasn’t mine. "You're done, Michael," she announced, her voice echoing through the stunned ballroom. "You're fired. Get out." My in-laws, the founders, stood by, their faces blank. The crowd, who moments before lauded my brilliance, now smirked or pitied. Chloe offered a paltry $100,000, calling my work "chump change," and brandished divorce papers demanding everything. Blake gloated, "Know your place. You’re less than nothing." Despite the public humiliation and losing absolutely everything, I simply signed the papers. My calm unwavering. "This isn't over," I murmured, a faint smile on my lips. "The real show is about to begin." The whispers started: "Is he delusional?" "He’s snapped." What could possibly fuel such impossible confidence? Just as security moved forward, the ballroom doors opened. My 'mother' and 'father,' William and Elizabeth Sterling, walked in. I turned to them, my voice cutting through the silence: "Mom? Dad? I think it’s time you explained."

When His Love Became My Torture

Modern

5.0

For five years after an accident stole his memory, my husband Ethan treated me like a ghost. He flaunted his affair with his mistress, Kasey, while I endured their daily cruelty, hoping the man I loved would return. My escape was planned to the last detail, a contract that would give me back our gallery and my freedom. But they found out. Kasey framed me for hurting her children, then had them spray acid on my hands. Ethan, consumed by her lies, dragged me to a museum for his final, brutal act of punishment. He had my mouth, eyes, and ears sewn shut. Then he hung me upside down for the world to see. He thought he had broken me. But he didn't know about the hidden cameras. Or the powerful family I had kept secret. They left me for dead, but they only started a war.

Rejected Proposal, Found Forever

Billionaires

5.0

The air in the Hayes family ballroom was thick with money and expectation. Five years. It had been five years since Ethan Miller, a man on the cover of tech magazines, had last stood in a room like this, surrounded by the same welcoming, curious faces. Then he saw her. Chloe Hayes, weaving through the crowd, a vision in silver. She stopped before him and got down on one knee, producing a ring from a small, velvet box. "Ethan Miller," Chloe announced, her voice ringing with confidence. "I was a fool to let you go. Marry me." Everyone stared at him, their faces glowing with anticipation, recalling the boy who loved Chloe with a desperate, all-consuming passion. But Ethan's gaze was flat. His mind drifted back to their engagement party five years ago, the night she stood on a stage and accused him of being a fraud, claiming he stole the technology meant to make his name-all to protect another man. The memory didn't sting anymore; it was just a fact. He finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Chloe. I can't accept." Whispers erupted. Chloe's perfect facade cracked. "Moved on? Ethan, don't be ridiculous. It's always been you and me." "No," he corrected gently. "It was you and me. It isn't anymore. I'm married." As if on cue, a woman with warm, intelligent eyes and a little girl with Ethan's dark hair entered the ballroom. "Daddy!" the little girl cried, running to him. Ethan knelt, not for Chloe, but for his daughter. Chloe remained on the floor, the ring box in her hand, her reality shattered. "No, this isn't real. You're lying." "I don't entertain trash, Chloe," Ethan said, his voice cold. His wife, Sarah, stepped forward, fierce and protective. "He's my husband. We were married three years ago. If you continue to harass my family, I will see you in court." Ethan turned his back on Chloe, walking away with Sarah and Lily. He was finally, completely free.

Regretful Man, Redeemed Woman

Romance

5.0

I put the divorce papers on the mahogany desk, a soft thud in the quiet study. Ethan didn't even look up from his laptop. "Divorce papers," I said, my voice steady, betraying none of the thousand times I' d practiced this moment. He signed them without a glance, dismissing a decade of my love, two years of marriage, with a casual flick of a pen. "I' m going to be busy with Isabella for the next few days," he added, attention already back on his screen. "Don' t call me unless the house is on fire." His indifference was a physical blow, a chilling premonition of the betrayal to come. Just three weeks ago, I had held a positive pregnancy test, naive hope swelling in my heart that our baby would finally make him see me, make our house a home. Instead, I watched him propose to Isabella, his college sweetheart, on the evening news, a public spectacle of his true affections. The shock sent me to the floor, pain tearing through me, and I woke up in a hospital bed-alone-the doctor' s grim words confirming I had lost our child. He never even knew it existed. Now, I found myself packing a single suitcase, leaving behind everything, even the life I had so desperately tried to build. My best friend, Chloe, asked, "He didn' t even ask why?" "No," I whispered, my hand instinctively going to my flat stomach, an ache, a constant, dull reminder. I felt empty, completely empty, yet a strange sense of calm settled over me. Because as I looked at the signed papers, I knew this wasn't just a divorce. It was a declaration of independence.

The Sterling Contract: From Obligation to Love

Romance

5.0

The humid air in front of the Marriage Bureau was thick with my unease. I was marrying a stranger, Julian Sterling, a man as cold and imposing as his family's fortune, all to save my family from ruin. Just as I thought I'd survived the sham ceremony, my ex, Caleb, and his fiancée, Chloe, appeared, dripping with condescension. Chloe, whose family had crushed my father's business, smirked about her upcoming lavish wedding, intending to humiliate me. Suddenly, a wave of defiant fury washed over me. I clung to Julian' s arm, forcing a syrupy smile, declaring we'd be there, and then brandished our freshly signed marriage certificate, promising his legal team would handle any further slander. My cold husband' s indifferent confirmation froze Caleb, making Chloe' s triumphant facade crumble. But their shock soon turned to malice, as Chloe escalated her attacks, spreading vile, AI-generated intimate photos of me across my university forum, aiming to destroy my reputation and career. The university dismissed my pleas, leaving me alone and shattered, walking aimlessly towards the Hudson, feeling utterly hopeless and violated. Why was this happening to me? Just when I thought I was completely adrift, Julian, the man who cared about nothing, found me. He was enraged, not at me, but at the injustice, revealing he' d already unleashed his formidable resources, tracing the digital assault directly back to Chloe. He secured her suspension and initiated a police investigation. In that moment, he wasn't just my contract husband; he was my unexpected protector, and for the first time, I felt a fragile thread of hope, ready to fight back.

Her Cruelest Choice

Fantasy

5.0

I was an ancient nature spirit, bound by a vow to protect the Beaumont family, a debt paid by saving young Clara-Belle from a deadly sickness, transforming myself into a human and pouring my essence into a spectral snake that rested on my arm. She became my wife, but her childhood sweetheart, Beauford, returned, whispering tales of magic to cure his feigned illness. Then, Clara-Belle, the woman I loved, looked me dead in the eye and flatly demanded my snake' s heart for Beauford, calling it "just a snake" as if it weren't my very spirit. I felt every agonizing slice as they cut the heart out, my strength draining, my hair turning white, a pain so profound it ripped through my very being, yet she only showed annoyance at my "drama" while Beauford reveled in my torment, plotting to boil what remained of my essence into a "revitalizing stew," then setting a cruel hawk on my fading form. How could she forget the life I poured into her, the sacrifice I made, the vows she swore, trading true magic for a charlatan' s lies and calling me a trickster for the very protection that shielded her family from a centuries-old curse? With my essence unmade and my heart utterly broken by her betrayal, I shattered the ancient plaque symbolizing my vow, and as my human form shimmered and faded, a cosmic voice called me to ascend, leaving behind the mortal realm and my tormentors to face the true consequence of their monstrous acts.

Top Adoration: Can't Stop Loving You

Romance

4.9

On the first day of her internship, Ada ran into a naked man in the shower, who she soon realized was the director of the thoracic surgery department--the man who would decide her internship score. Just as she thought that her luck couldn't get any worse, he appeared before her for the blind date her mother had set up for her. And before she could even snap out of the shock, he and her mother agreed upon the engagement date. He was now not only her director but also her fiance.