Lorraine
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Lorraine's Books and Stories
Blood on the Snow, A Lost Life
Modern On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen.
When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face.
He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet.
He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child.
I left that night and never looked back.
Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer.
He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give. His Sacrifice, Her Cold Indifference
Modern I was forced to marry Drake Knox, a Wall Street titan twice my age. I fought him at every turn, but his cold control slowly melted into a possessive passion I couldn't resist.
Then his ex-girlfriend, Julia, returned, claiming a terminal illness had brought her back to him.
He chose her. When I was injured and left bleeding in a hotel lobby, he ran to comfort her.
When she murdered my dog, Peanut, and framed me, he believed her lies without question.
His punishment for my "betrayal" was to lock me away in his mansion, a gilded cage he called protection.
He sacrificed my safety, my sanity, and my freedom for the woman he truly loved. I was just a substitute.
So I ran. And when he chased me down a highway, I gave him an ultimatum: let me go, or watch me die. I stepped in front of a speeding truck.
I never expected him to swerve his own car into its path, sacrificing himself to save me. The Toxic Love That Almost Destroyed Me
Modern For five years, I was Broadway's golden girl, and my powerful CEO boyfriend, Brennan, was my anchor. Our love felt invincible, a modern fairytale written across city marquees.
Then he met Aimee, a struggling musician he claimed saved his life in a car crash.
He gave her the vintage guitar he'd promised me. He stole my private journal so she could turn my pain into a hit song, making me a national laughingstock. He even used my dying mother's medical bills to keep me trapped.
But the night my mother was dying, the night she needed an emergency helicopter, he diverted it. He sent her only hope to Aimee, who was having a "panic attack."
My mother died alone.
At her funeral, a reporter asked about his engagement to Aimee. He thought he had broken me, but he had just started a war. He didn't know the separation papers he'd already signed weren't for a payout-they were for a divorce, and I was about to disappear. Reborn, Redeemed, Relentless Revenge
Xuanhuan The scent of gasoline and burning metal, the agonizing twisting of the car around me-that was my last memory. My sister Bella' s triumphant smile, seared into my mind as flames consumed me.
Then, a blinding flash, and I was back. Not in a hospital, but in my old bedroom, years younger, my hands smooth and unscarred. The shock of rebirth warred with a fierce, tiny spark of hope. A second chance. A chance to do it right.
But the past wasn't content to stay buried. The memories flooded back: my father, framed and driven to suicide; his legacy left in ruins; my life single-mindedly devoted to clearing his name. And Bella, my own sister, orchestrating my downfall, poisoning my family and reputation for her frivolous desires, egged on by her manipulative lover, Leo.
The car accident wasn' t an accident. It was a calculated murder, a final betrayal. They left me for dead, my life' s work shattered, my body broken.
The raw pain of that memory still gnawed at me, the bitter taste of betrayal fresh on my tongue. Why had they done this? How could a sister be so cruel?
Then, the creak of a door. Bella walked in, dressed in a brand new designer dress, her face a mask of practiced sweetness. "Chloe," she cooed, "I need to talk to you about something." It was the exact same scene. The same beginning. But this time, she wouldn' t find a victim. This time, I knew the game, and I was ready to play. His Mistrust, Her Silent Sacrifice
Romance Sarah Miller finally shook off the fog of a traumatic brain injury, memories flooding back, only to discover her life in ruin.
Her so-called friend, Brenda, publicly accused her of shoplifting, prompting Mike, her military husband, to present devastating divorce papers.
Then, a debt collector arrived, exposing thousands in debt wrought by Brenda' s years of malicious manipulation.
Mike, accustomed to Sarah's alleged "trouble," paid the debts but solidified his mistrust, silencing her pleas and locking her in their home.
Brenda further engineered Mike's downfall: spreading rumors of his fictional injury, then "finding" Sarah' s pre-signed divorce papers, painting her as an abandoning wife.
Believing these cruel lies, Mike signed the papers, utterly sealing their fate.
Heartbroken and secretly pregnant, Sarah overheard Mike declare his resolute divorce, convinced she was a manipulative burden.
How could she possibly explain the years of calculated deceit that orchestrated her complete ruin?
Her newfound clarity only illuminated the utter devastation Brenda had wrought.
Leaving behind the signed divorce papers and a silent farewell, Sarah vanished from Fort Henderson.
Six years later, amid the chaos of Hurricane Anya, she' d unexpectedly face Mike again.
But this time, a shocking truth-and a little girl-would unravel everything. A Second Chance, A True Love's Kiss
Romance The Montauk Highway rain slammed against our windshield, just like my stomach cramped with familiar, sharp pain.
Marcus drove, his knuckles white, until his phone flashed 'Izzy.'
My husband, always her loyal puppy, was gone in a flash.
"Ellie, call an Uber. Izzy needs me," he' d declared, abandoning me sick and alone on that dark road.
It was the ninth time Marcus chose his ex-girlfriend over me, his wife.
The 'ninth goodbye' in a cruel bet Izzy orchestrated years ago: "Nine times, Ellie. Nine. Then you walk away."
Each incident a deeper cut: my anniversary dinner, my emergency surgery, my grandmother' s memorial.
I was just his convenient rebound, his 'consolation prize,' a pawn in their twisted game.
Days later, after an elevator accident left me shattered and hospitalized, Marcus cradled Izzy, his terror only for her.
I finally saw it with chilling clarity: he never truly loved me.
My marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, orchestrated by Izzy from college.
My love for him, that foolish, stubborn hope, was finally drained, leaving only an aching void.
But the game was over.
I had already signed the divorce papers he carelessly overlooked, ready for my freedom.
When Izzy later set a vicious trap to publicly shame me, accusing me of assault, a mysterious stranger stepped in, changing everything.
This was the end of a nightmare, and the beginning of my true life. Too Late for Regret, Liam
Romance For six years, I believed Liam and I were building a real life together in our Chicago apartment.
I always thought our love was solid, unbreakable.
One quiet Tuesday night, searching his laptop for a tax document, I stumbled upon a folder simply named "C."
Curiosity, that stupid little nudge, made me click.
It wasn't finances; it was Chloe.
Thousands of photos, her smiling face, and then the "Journal" subfolder.
My hands shook as I read devastating entries.
The flowers he bought me after my promotion, the romantic trip to Italy, even our engagement-each cherished moment a desperate reaction to a woman he still couldn't let go of.
He worried I was pregnant, clearly terrified of being tied to me while Chloe was "still out there."
Then Chloe herself started sending me messages, photos of her and Liam, bragging I was just a "placeholder."
I heard him tell his best friend he was "stringing me along" to make Chloe jealous.
The man I loved saw me only as a prop in his silent play for another woman.
How could I have been so blind, so completely fooled?
His ring on my finger was never for me.
With a cold, hard clarity, I realized my entire relationship was a meticulously crafted lie.
I saved every message, every damning photo, and wrote a short note: "We're done."
I closed our joint accounts, changed my number, and bought a bus ticket out of Chicago.
There was no sadness, just a firm click of a door closing on a life that was never truly mine. You might like
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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."