Liz Nozick
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Liz Nozick's Books and Stories
Beyond Betrayal: Our Unexpected Love Story
Billionaires I woke up in a hospital bed after a brutal car crash. I had a powerful fiancé, Crawford Pierce, and a revolutionary project that was my life's work, set to merge our two family empires.
The first words I heard were from my stepsister, Brittany, telling me she was pregnant with his child.
"I'm so sorry, Althea," she sobbed. "We have a connection. It just… happened."
My own father walked in, comforting her while telling me a baby was a good business move. Then Crawford, my fiancé, walked past my bed without a glance, placed a hand on her stomach, and asked if the baby was okay. They hadn't just stolen my future; they had stolen my project, presenting it as their own to secure their new union.
They stood before me, a perfect picture of betrayal, expecting me to scream and fall apart. They saw me as an obstacle to be managed, my entire life's work just an asset to be liquidated.
But they didn't know my secret. The crash had given me more than just injuries; it had given me a vision. A horrifying glimpse into a future where I fought them and lost everything. So I didn't give them the fight they wanted. I gave them a smile, the engagement ring, and my blessing. They thought they had won. They had no idea they just walked into my trap. Her Man, Her Best Friend
Romance I sat at the city' s most expensive restaurant, waiting for Donovan, my fiancé, to celebrate his company' s massive success. We had built it together for five years.
He never showed up. Instead, I found an Instagram story from my best friend, Karmen, showing Donovan passed out on her sofa, shirtless, with her playfully covering her mouth. The caption read: "He works so hard! Had to make sure my favorite CEO got home safe ."
The man I was supposed to marry was with my best friend, again. When he finally stumbled home, he gave me a cheap smart home hub – the basic model Karmen had just thrown away. The next morning, Karmen was in his car, flaunting the expensive version. When I told her to get out, she smirked, "Make me."
Rage flared. I grabbed her arm, and she shrieked, throwing herself out of the car. Donovan rushed over, shoving me aside, and cradled her, glaring at me. "You've got some serious issues, attacking your own friend." He sped off, his back tire catching my leg, fracturing my fibula.
At the apartment, Karmen was lounging, eating peaches Donovan had peeled for her – peaches he' d always been too busy to get for me. Then I found my grandmother' s locket, her last gift, on Karmen' s dog' s collar, covered in teeth marks.
Donovan just stood there, disapproving of me. "Is that how you see it, too?" I asked. He said nothing. I clutched the ruined locket, wheeled myself out, and left without looking back. His Betrayal, Her Unbreakable Resolve
Romance I used to believe in a different kind of love, the kind that didn' t need rings or licenses, just unwavering trust.
Mark, the charismatic tech mogul, promised me that.
So I, a painter, poured my soul into building a home for him and our son, Leo, setting my own dreams aside.
Then, at Leo' s christening, a woman appeared, dressed in black, her eyes locked on Mark with an unsettling intensity.
She dropped a silver ring, identical to the "family heirloom" Mark wore every day.
And inside, the engraving shattered my world: "M+S, Forever."
My own parents, fearing a broken home, pressured me to return to him, twisting the knife of humiliation with their forced forgiveness.
Mark, the master manipulator, even staged a public "break-up" with Sarah, his mistress, claiming she was a fragile friend he had to ditch for me.
But within minutes, an urgent call from her sent him running back to her side, leaving me and Leo abandoned once more.
How could I have been so blind, so naive?
Was I just a convenient placeholder, an incubator for the heir he truly wanted?
The betrayal was soul-deep, a raw, burning wound-but it was also a spark.
As I packed to leave him for good, a wave of nausea hit me.
Two pink lines.
I was pregnant again, shackled to him more tightly than ever, but this time, the crushing pain fueled an ice-cold resolve. Unmasking The Groom's Deceit
Billionaires The last thing I remembered from my first life was the fire.
It wasn't a quick death. Mark wanted me to suffer, watching the flames eat my skin.
I didn't give him the satisfaction. My final act was defiance, shattering a framed photo of Ashley Greene, the woman who destroyed my life.
His roar of fury was the last thing I heard before darkness. Then, nothing.
Until I woke up, in a luxurious armchair, the heavy satin of a wedding dress clinging to my unblemished skin.
A mirror showed me Sarah Miller, on my wedding day, about to marry Mark Johnson, the man who would one day burn me alive.
Memories of his torment and humiliation crashed into me, not a nightmare, but a dress rehearsal.
His abuse started long before the fire, isolating me, dismantling my family's business, and forcing me to beg for repentance at Ashley' s corporate shrine.
A soft knock interrupted the horrifying clarity. "Sarah? Are you ready? The car is waiting downstairs." It was Emily, my assistant, the snake who fed Ashley information.
This time, my face was a mask of calm. "I'll be down in a minute, Emily."
I walked to the window, overlooking the city, and saw her. Ashley Greene, in an identical wedding dress, already slipping into Mark' s penthouse.
This was the moment it all began. In my past life, I ignored the doubt. This time, I felt nothing but cold certainty.
My phone buzzed. "Sarah? Everyone is getting worried. Mark is waiting."
I looked at my reflection. No longer a naive bride, but a ghost with a second chance.
I didn't go downstairs. I didn't rush to confront them.
Why stop the show when I already knew how it ended?
This time, I wanted revenge.
I walked toward the emergency exit, away from my old life, for good. Left For Dead, Found A Fortune
Romance I bought my fiancée, Chelsea, a private vineyard in Napa Valley, a grand gesture for our future.
Within hours, I found her laughing with her ex-boyfriend, Ryan Hughes, in the main house.
When I confronted them, Ryan shoved me, and I hit my head on the stone fireplace, followed by kicks to my ribs.
Chelsea watched, her expression cold, as they dragged me to the wine cellar and left me for dead.
I was rescued by Maria Johns, a US Marshal, who told me Ryan was dead and became my savior, my protector.
Weak and dependent after the assault, I married her, believing she was my shield.
Then, one night, I overheard her talking to someone, a voice I knew was dead: Ryan Hughes.
They were plotting to steal my dying grandfather' s fortune, and she confessed she sacrificed her career for him.
My heart shattered as I realized her entire existence in my life was a calculated, long-con, a trap.
Days later, Ryan smirked, telling me how he and Maria had leveraged my grandfather's weak heart into a fatal attack.
Maria then drew her service weapon, pointing it directly at my chest, protecting him.
She forced me to sign away my last assets, threatening to scatter my grandfather's ashes, leaving me completely dispossessed and broken.
How could the woman who saved me, the woman I married, be the mastermind behind such a devastating betrayal?
My only choice was to leave everything behind, but my grandfather had a secret, a massive crypto fortune, and I held the key. The Betrayed Heiress's Reckoning
Modern The smell of caramelized sugar and burnt citrus always brought me back to my death. Just last week, I was a culinary prodigy, heir to the prestigious Dubois family legacy, preparing for the Golden Ladle competition. My life's work, a revolutionary food preservation formula, was my secret weapon.
Then, disaster struck. My formula was stolen, claimed by the self-proclaimed "goddess" of food blogging, Isabella. My own brother, Liam, provided the "proof" that I was the thief. My boyfriend, Marcus, watched silently. My father, the patriarch, disowned me. The shame and stress killed me.
But now, I' m back. One week before the competition deadline, reliving the nightmare. My hands tremble, not from fear, but from a cold, pure rage. The formula, the same one that sealed my fate, is still on my laptop, a ticking time bomb.
I quickly realize this isn't just about a stolen recipe. It's bigger. My "best friend" Brenda is involved, feeding Isabella my ideas in real-time. Marcus and Liam are working with Isabella, too. My entire world is a betrayal.
But the most crushing blow? My own father, the man whose honor I was meant to uphold, was behind it all. Years ago, they implanted a device in my brain to steal my thoughts, my genius, my very soul. My life wasn't my own; it was a carefully constructed cage.
How could my family, those closest to me, violate me so completely? The injustice burned hotter than any flame in a professional kitchen. They didn't just want my talent; they literally wanted my mind on a leash.
But they forgot one thing: I came back. And this time, I' m changing the rules of their twisted game. I' ll make them pay, and I' ll take everything. Too Late, Vicky: You Can't Buy Me Now
Modern My world was a gilded cage, ruled by the opulent cruelty of Vicky Sterling and her sadistic boyfriend, Chad. I was their personal punching bag, their all-hours errand boy, enduring midnight downpours and "accidental" broken bones. Every insult, every wound, was a grim bargain to secure my sister, Lily' s, critical medical treatments.
The day Lily' s final, life-saving payment cleared, a profound calm settled over me. My agonizing mission was complete. But my escape wasn't clean. At a lavish party, a humiliating video of my lowest point was intentionally broadcast. Then, in a final, brutal act, Chad lunged, plunging a letter opener into my side, and Vicky, my supposed keeper, chose his transparent lie over my bleeding truth.
Abandoned and bleeding, my vision fading, I watched Vicky dote on Chad' s feigned injury, leaving me to crawl away like forgotten trash. She sped off to urgent care with him, oblivious to the security footage that had captured the entire, ugly reality of his attack and her blind betrayal. It was the ultimate humiliation.
Yet, as I pulled the blade free and hobbled towards freedom, shame dissolved into searing clarity. No more silent endurance, no more desperate hope. My purpose was truly fulfilled. How had I ever tolerated such monstrous treatment, and what would it take for her to truly see?
Hours later, as her private jet waited to drag me back, I faced her. With Lily safe, I didn't just leave; I ripped open her flawless facade, exposing the years of abuse and her hollow attempts to buy me back. I was done being her plaything - and this time, I wouldn't just walk away; I' d make sure she knew why. The Unwanted Wife's Ultimatum
Romance I was seven months pregnant, a text from my distant husband, Ethan, promised a New Year's Eve "surprise."
I desperately hoped it was a chance to mend our fraying marriage before the baby.
But stepping into the upscale lounge, the "surprise" became my worst nightmare.
Ethan was intimately draped around his executive assistant, Lily Vance, who was brazenly wearing my designer gown.
His friends snickered, their amusement signaling my reaction was the only surprise.
When confronted, Ethan showed no remorse, just cold annoyance.
Lily gloated that my dress looked better on her.
Then Ethan cruelly dismissed me, claiming I couldn't satisfy him, calling me "not exactly arousing."
Lily sneered he needed "a real woman, not a... vessel."
Overcome, I vomited, splattering her stolen dress.
She shoved me, I fell, hitting a table, and my water broke.
"The baby!" I gasped, but Lily convinced Ethan I was faking.
He dragged me to a VIP restroom, locked me inside, dismissing my pleas for help as "drama."
Alone, trapped, in agonizing labor, my phone lost, I heard their indifferent laughter, their intimacy, through the door.
Hours later, strangers found me, covered in blood, barely breathing.
I woke in a hospital, heart-shattering truth: my baby girl was stillborn.
And Ethan, the man who'd built an empire with me, had blocked the hospital's desperate calls about our child.
His utter callousness, his active neglect in our daughter's death, burned away every last shred of loyalty.
He would not, could not, get away with this.
In that sterile room, a cold, pure resolve ignited: he would pay for everything. Reborn: The Son She Couldn't Break
Young Adult I woke up gasping, sunlight stabbing my eyes.
My old room, posters of bands from twenty years ago still on the wall.
My hands were smooth and young.
I was seventeen again, a high school senior, and the State University scholarship was arriving today.
In my first life, this was the pivotal moment, the day it all went wrong.
My mother, Brenda, a human boa constrictor, would begin her "episodes."
She'd clutch her chest, wail about her weak heart, demanding I stay.
Her "love" was a saccharine poison, justifying every dream she crushed.
I gave up my scholarship, my military aspirations, and even Olivia, the love of my life, all for her.
My youth curdled into a bitter, joyless middle age.
I worked dead-end jobs, a ghost haunted by what-ifs.
Brenda sneered, calling me a "disappointment," a "failure," despite my sacrifices.
At 35, my heart physically failed, but I knew it was despair that truly killed me.
The searing injustice of it – a life stolen by a mother who saw me only as a possession, a slave to her manufactured frailty.
Why had I let her weaponize her 'love' and destroy me?
To what twisted end had I sacrificed everything for someone who thanked me with contempt?
But now, I am seventeen again, all the painful knowledge of the past a burning weapon.
The scholarship letter is in the mail.
This time, things will be different.
I will not let her break me, and I will save my younger sister, Chloe, too.
I am alive, and this time, I am going to fight. The Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Reclaimed
Billionaires I sacrificed everything for him.
My ability to have children, gone after a skiing accident where I saved his life.
Our Park Avenue penthouse was home to a seemingly perfect marriage, a life of luxury and privilege built on trust.
Then, my husband, Ethan, returned from an Austin tech conference.
He confessed he’d “messed up” with an intern, dismissed it as a one-time mistake, and claimed it was “handled” – a cold, transactional affair.
But months later, the truth exploded at Ethan’s charity gala: Skyler, the intern, appeared, visibly pregnant with twins.
He admitted another devastating betrayal.
I was sidelined, humiliated, and exiled to our Hamptons house, my world crumbling.
Then came the ultimate cruelty: an attack in our own garage, leaving me battered and bleeding, battling a terrifying, stress-induced cancer diagnosis.
When I desperately called Ethan for help, he hung up, too busy with his new family.
How could the man I’d loved since college, the one whose life I saved, so callously discard me?
How could he offer me his mistress’s children and leave me for dead, all while claiming it was 'managed'?
My entire life had been shattered, piece by agonizing piece, by the very person who swore to cherish and protect me.
Just as I thought I was utterly alone, a powerful rival tycoon, Liam Sterling, arrived.
He saw past my pain, offering not just escape, but a daring plan: a strategic marriage.
And the ultimate deception: faking complete amnesia.
It was my only weapon, my last chance to reclaim my life, expose their treachery, and finally get my revenge. You might like
I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
PageProfit Studio In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? A Divorce He Regrets
Alissa Nexus The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever? THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON
Ray Nhedicta "Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable.
Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it.
"We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not."
Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child.
"The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs."
A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life"
"Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit.
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Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge.
Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead.
Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash.
Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal:
Marry for vengeance.
Crush their fathers' legacies.
Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything.
Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart? SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes
Annypen Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME
Mijaly After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for.
James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world.
Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? "
But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day.
James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation. 
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