Luo Jiuyuan
15 Published Stories
Luo Jiuyuan's Books and Stories
Too Late For His Regret Now
Modern For three years, I, Aubrey, had poured my heart into serving Kieran and his mother, Jeanie. I cooked, cleaned, and endured Jeanie's sharp insults and Kieran's quiet neglect, all while believing I was his fiancée, building a future for us after sacrificing my own professional dreams. This illusion shattered one night when I overheard Jeanie tell Kieran he needed to marry "Carolina" for her family's money, coldly dismissing me as a "free nanny" and a "temporary substitute."
Later, I discovered Kieran's phone, unlocked with the password of our anniversary date, filled with six months of intimate texts from Carolina, plans for a bridal fitting, and a cruel group chat with Jeanie plotting my departure. Lying in bed beside him as he texted his true fiancée, the betrayal was a suffocating weight. The last shred of warmth I held for him vanished, replaced by a cold, metallic resolve.
The next morning, I calmly photographed every damning piece of evidence. I dug out my dusty CPA textbooks, wiping away three years of neglect, and registered for the exam I’d abandoned for him. My ambition, long buried alive, was suddenly breathing again.
It was time to reclaim my life. I would not just leave; I would dismantle everything they built. Watch me burn this house down. Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed
Fantasy I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth. His Betrayal, Her Fatal End
Romance Ava Jenkins stared at the stark white medical report. The black letters spelled out Idiopathic Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension. A death sentence. She had maybe a year left to live.
The man she loved, Liam Hayes, whom she called "Uncle Liam," rejected her publicly, his coldness a stark contrast to her vibrant pleas. He dismissed her with disdain, ignoring her desperate attempts to connect.
Her stepmother, Martha, added to her agony with a slap and an engagement invitation: Liam Hayes and Chloe Jenkins, her stepsister. When Ava, desperate, confronted Liam, he shoved her out, slamming the door. The world crumbled around her. Her grandmother, Rose, her only comfort, was brutally attacked, leaving Ava with blood on her hands and heart. Liam, the star lawyer, refused to help her, choosing his "duty" to his future mother-in-law, Martha, over Ava' s desperate pleas.
His cold, cynical smile as he questioned if she could afford his fees, his outright refusal to defend her, telling her it was his duty to defend Chloe' s mother. How could he? How could the man she loved so deeply, the man who was once her only solace, betray her so completely?
Left with nothing, Ava became a bar girl to pay her grandmother' s medical bills, only to be publicly humiliated by Liam, who accused her of selling herself. Devastated, yet determined, she filed a lawsuit, seeking justice for Rose, only to find Liam opposing her in court. She confessed to a crime she didn't commit, sentenced to three years in prison, pushing him away forever. Just as he received news of her impending death, his true feelings surfaced, but it was too late. Her Dead Husband's Betrayal
Billionaires My husband, Mark Reynolds, was dead.
The news hit me like a physical blow, but the real shock came when the funeral home director handed me a notice.
Mark owed five million dollars.
Five million. We were always struggling, barely making rent. Now, he was gone, leaving me and our five-year-old son, Leo, with an impossible debt.
My best friend, Jessica Miller, put her arm around my shoulder, her voice dripping with concern.
"Liv, you can' t do this. You have to renounce the inheritance. Think about Leo."
I knew this moment. The exact moment it all went wrong before. In my past life, I listened. I signed away everything, desperate to escape the debt.
But the debt collectors came anyway. They didn't care about the law.
They took Leo. They sent me a small, bloody box.
A single, tiny finger bone.
My son was murdered. I was trafficked, sold into a hellhole in Myanmar.
Years later, I saw a news report. Mark wasn't the broke man I knew. He was the founder of a multi-billion-dollar global conglomerate. His estate, tens of billions, was going to his sole heir.
A young boy, standing next to his mother.
The mother was Jessica Miller.
The boy was her son, Ethan.
My best friend, my husband, their son. My life, my poverty, my son' s death-it was all a lie. A sick game they played to ensure her child got everything.
The rage burned me alive. I found a way to end my life, seething with impotent hatred.
And then, I opened my eyes.
The sterile scent of the funeral home. Leo, alive, his small, warm hand in mine. Jessica, standing right in front of me, her face a mask of perfect concern.
"Liv, you can' t do this," she said. "You have to renounce the inheritance. Think about Leo."
It was the same day. The same moment.
This time, I would not make the same mistake. This time, I would claim what was mine.
I would burn her world to the ground. His Wife's Ultimate Betrayal
Romance My wife, Scarlett, doubled her company' s stock value overnight, and her idea of celebrating involved a new pair of men, not for her investors, but seemingly for me to "coach."
It was the peak of our three-year marriage, a performance where I was a mere accessory, like a thousand-dollar vase-present, but never truly seen.
She ordered me, her 'good little cuckold,' to buy protection and champagne for an hour-long tryst with two strangers, right in our penthouse, while her friends tittered with malicious laughter.
The final straw broke when she smirked, "You' ve been my good little cuckold for so long, you should be an expert by now."
That night, Liam wasn' t just going to buy the champagne; he was going to turn her perfect world upside down. Her Wedding Plot: My Comeback
Romance The kitchen was filled with the scent of garlic and basil, a testament to the perfect life Ethan Thorne was building with his fiancée, Olivia. They were soulmates, partners in love and in their shared dream: a restaurant of their own, with a wedding just two weeks away.
Then, a whispered phone conversation shattered his world. Olivia, the woman he adored, speaking with venom about his deceased sister, Isabella, and laughing about him as "that fool chef" and "just a toy." He was a pawn in a chilling revenge plot, destined for public humiliation at their wedding.
His heart, so full moments before, became a hollow, aching void. Every shared laugh, every tender kiss, twisted into a grotesque lie. His fiancée wasn't his partner; she was his executioner, meticulously planning his destruction for a perceived wrong from five years ago.
How could the woman he poured his entire being into be so cruel? How could she look him in the eye, whisper "I love you," and plot his utter breaking? The depth of her betrayal was an open wound, an injustice that screamed silently within him.
But Ethan Thorne wouldn't be a victim. He would play her game, right up to the very end. He wiped the tears from his eyes, picked up his phone, and called Professor Davies. "Tell me more about Paris." The Monster in My Husband
Fantasy My family keeps an ancient power, trading years of our lives for unbreakable promises. It was always a debt of the soul, always collected.
When the powerful Scott family owed us, I, Sabrina, was forced to marry their heir, Ethan.
But on my wedding day, his charming younger brother, Caleb, took his place, declaring his undying love.
I was a naive mountain girl, completely out of my depth, and I fell for him.
A year later, pregnant and blissful, I truly believed I had the perfect life.
Then, my world shattered. My entire hometown, all one hundred residents, were massacred.
The official story called it an accident, but a private report revealed they were ritually murdered.
As I recovered from a near-miscarriage, Caleb, my devoted husband, seemed my only comfort.
Until I found his emails. He orchestrated the massacre.
It was all for Jennifer, Ethan's fiancée, to "channel their life force" to save her. Caleb even planned to use our unborn child as a sacrifice.
My loving husband was a monster, his grief a cruel charade.
Trapped, pregnant, and horrified, I knew I had to make a choice.
The life of a Pact Keeper is not something you take for free. A soul for a soul. One hundred souls for one hundred souls. It was time to collect. Too Late For Regret: He Lost His Unstoppable Engineer
Romance Ava Miller, a fresh-faced civil engineering graduate, yearned to prove herself at her father' s esteemed construction firm, not just as "Colonel Miller's daughter."
Then came the lottery: a grueling federal rebuilding project in hurricane-ravaged Louisiana, managed by the notoriously ruthless Marcus Thorne. Everyone, including ex-boyfriend Liam Peterson, assumed her father's influence would shield her. But the name pulled from the army helmet was hers: Ava Miller.
Liam, utterly shaken, begged her to refuse, his horror betraying his casual dismissals – he' d believed her selection was "just for show." His sweet-faced cousin, Chloe Vance, whose insidious whispers already chipped at Ava' s reputation back home, seemed to revel. The Louisiana camp was a stark, muddy nightmare, and Thorne swiftly shredded her meticulously crafted academic plans as worthless "ivory tower" ideas.
How could those she trusted so fundamentally underestimate her? Was she doomed to forever be just "Colonel Miller's Daughter," unworthy of a real test? And Liam, why had he so easily believed Chloe' s venomous lies? The sting of Thorne's dismissal, coupled with Liam' s casual betrayal, didn't break her-it ignited a furious resolve.
Instead of breaking, Ava snapped. She wouldn't just survive this brutal assignment; she would master it. She would prove them all profoundly wrong, starting with the Louisiana mud beneath her boots, forging academic theories into hard-won, real-world triumphs. When Loyalty Becomes Your Weapon
Modern The emergency board meeting was a bloodbath, and I, Ryan Scott, was the designated lamb.
Suddenly, my fiancée of six years, Jen, a senior partner and my future wife, threw me under the bus, blaming me for billions in lawsuits and our firm's ruined reputation.
Her intern, Caleb, then piled on with a rehearsed lie, claiming I ignored his warnings, while Jen watched, emotionless, as my career and integrity were shredded.
For six years, "us" was my world, but in her eyes, I saw only a frantic plea: Just take it. So, I confessed to a mistake I didn't make and resigned, watching my life crumble before my eyes.
But they had no idea.
As they tried to steal my life's work, my award-winning design, Jen herself sealed her fate with a cold, distant smile.
They thought I was useless, broken, but as I tore my blueprints into worthless scraps, a new, colder resolve settled within me.
Because I had everything: the recordings of their lies, their betrayal, their plot, thanks to a secret surveillance system I had installed for Mr. Benton.
I wasn't useless. I was the ghost who knew exactly how to make them disappear.
And I began by accepting a lead architect position at SOM with triple the salary, a one-way ticket out of their pathetic lives. The Billionaire's Betrayal: A Comeback Story
Modern The last thing I remember is the sharp crack of my head against the cold marble floor. My husband, Matthew, and my sister, Gabrielle, stood over me, their faces twisted in triumph. My mother, Maria, watched with a satisfied smile. "It' s over, Jocelyn," Matthew had said, just before he pushed me down the grand staircase of the house I bought. The house where they plotted my end.
Then, darkness. But it wasn't the end. I blinked awake under harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic. I knew this place: a Planned Parenthood clinic. And there stood Gabrielle, looking younger, her stomach flat. But her eyes were puffy, and a whisper slipped out: "Please, Jocey, don't make me do this. They're your little niece and nephew."
My blood ran cold. This was the day. The day I' d dragged her here, trying to save her future, only for them to brand me a monster. They used my help, my pragmatism, twisted it into cruelty, then murdered me. But now, the sharp ghost of memory was gone, replaced by a chilling realization. This was their scheme, their trap.
They thought I was still their naive, doting ATM. They assumed I' d fall for their pathetic performance again. A slow, silent smile spread across my face. This time, everything would be different. This time, I knew their game, and I was ready to play. The Sociopath Next Door
Young Adult Life was perfect for Sarah, an 18-year-old college freshman whose loving parents, Mark and Linda, owned a successful chain of hardware stores in their comfortable Oregon town.
That idyllic life shattered when her cousin Jessica's trailer tragically burned down, and Sarah's kind-hearted mother, feeling immense guilt, convinced her father to welcome the seemingly orphaned Jessica into their home.
Less than a month later, Jessica, consumed by a chilling jealousy Sarah never suspected, intentionally set their house ablaze, orchestrating a devastating fire that claimed her beloved parents' lives and left Sarah clinging to life with severe burns.
In the sterile confines of the ICU, Jessica completed her deadly work, leaning close to Sarah' s bedside, her voice a venomous caress whispering, "It's your fault, Sarah," before silencing her heart monitor and coldly pulling away her oxygen mask, watching Sarah suffocate to death.
The last sight Sarah saw was Jessica's triumphant, twisted smile, as her life, her family, and her entire inheritance were stolen, leaving Sarah overwhelmed with a burning injustice that transcended death.
But Sarah jolted awake, gasping, in her own bed, her body miraculously unmarred, realizing with terrifying clarity that she was back in time, just days before the tragedy, given an impossible second chance to stop her future murderer. No Second Chances: Their Lost Ava
Young Adult "Always." That was the pact. Ava, Ethan, and Jax had their entire future mapped out: University of California, Westwood, together, a perfect, unbreakable trio.
Then Chloe Evans arrived. Sweet, charming, and seemingly innocent, she systematically dismantled Ava's life-from subtly stealing credit for her work to "accidentally" wearing Ava' s prom dress and grandmother's heirloom necklace.
Ethan and Jax, Ava's childhood best friends, not only stood by but actively defended Chloe, constantly dismissing Ava's pain and valid concerns. "Don't be so dramatic, Ava," became their infuriating mantra.
The final betrayal came at a bonfire when Chloe feigned a "trip" and intentionally seared Ava's face with a burning marshmallow. Yet, still, Ethan and Jax rushed to Chloe's side, pleading, "It was an accident! Forgive her, for our sakes!"
Ava's heart turned to ice. This wasn't merely a physical burn; it was the searing truth of their blindness, their utter betrayal. They chose Chloe, every single time. Their "always" was a bitter, self-serving lie.
Lying in that hospital bed, the sting of the burn a stark reminder, Ava made her choice. She closed the UCW application, opened a new tab, and clicked "Submit" on Yale. This wasn't just a school; it was an escape. She was charting a new path, alone and finally free. My Savior, My Obsession
Romance I was planning my wedding to Ethan Carter, the man I adored.
On the eve of our vows, he burned my family’s home to the ground.
He wasn't my loving fiancé; he was a monster hell-bent on revenge, blaming my surgeon father for his parents' deaths.
He shattered my father's career, bankrupted us, and forced me to become a servant to his cruel new fiancée.
He delighted in my suffering, completely unaware of the devastating irony.
The heart beating in my chest wasn't my own.
It was a transplant, and his relentless torture was causing it to fail.
I finally died.
But I woke up again, as a child. And this time, my parents remembered the horror too.
We spent years building a new, safe life.
I even found real love with a kind man named Liam.
I was finally happy.
Then, yesterday, the man who murdered me walked into my classroom, his eyes full of regret, convinced our story deserved a second chance. The Wife's Golden Lie
Modern My life was a constant grind: three jobs, every cent, every heirloom gone, all to keep my wife, Sera, out of prison.
She was supposedly in a high-end facility, recovering from a failed tech startup, and I believed I was saving her, sacrificing until nothing was left.
Then the phone call came, a final, urgent demand for more money.
My seven-year-old son, Leo, must have overheard my desperate pleas for "golden blood" cash.
In his innocent, heartbreaking attempt to save his mom, he went to sell his own rare Rh-null blood.
It killed him.
At the clinic, they handed me an envelope of cash-his blood money.
But the real horror began when I arrived at the facility's office, intending to make the final payment.
I overheard my "imprisoned" wife, Sera, calmly discussing me and Leo with a man, Marcus Thorne: "He and the boy have served their purpose.
Make sure they're given a quiet way out."
She was never imprisoned; it was all a monstrous, elaborate lie.
Leo's precious, life-giving blood, the very reason he died, wasn't for her freedom, but for her new baby with Marcus.
My son died for a fabricated charade, for a woman who plotted his disposal.
The news then flashed her radiant face, celebrating her new marriage and pregnancy, while I was left holding Leo' s blood money.
Later, loan sharks, sent by Marcus, desecrated Leo' s scattered ashes in our home.
There was nothing left to lose, everything had been taken.
But when they defiled the last remnant of my son, something in me snapped.
With nothing but a cheap pen in my hand, I fought back.
The game was over.
It was time to choose: crumble or rise from the ashes of my ruined life. You might like
Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Ming Yue Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire.
I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock.
I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim.
"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months.
Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout.
But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back. The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. 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!" Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon
Piao Guo Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone.
Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat.
"Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison."
"You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are."
When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice.
Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters.
They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff.
To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance.
Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie.
The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage.
Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family.
But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil. Untouchable After Goodbye: She Had A Secret Empire
Mira Westfield "Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life."
He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him.
When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents.
The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory.
When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!" Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon
Star Cruiser Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire.
Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses.
As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw.
Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie—an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension.
When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back.
"Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!"
Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland.
Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood.
Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything?
Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas.
She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off.
This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse. Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable
Tao Yaoyao My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out.
I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm:
"In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling."
Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped.
When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself."
Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son.
The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne.
I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie."
I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare. Wild Heiress, Tamed Billionaire
王舒 When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married.
His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing-no money, no identity, no hope.
But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test-and twenty-three years of relentless search.
"Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars." The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire
Felix Turner Isabel returned to her penthouse after a grueling seventeen-hour flight, only to be greeted by the cloying scent of another woman's perfume.
Her husband of three years, Darius, sat waiting with divorce papers. He wanted to marry his mistress, Dove, and offered Isabel a measly one million dollars, treating her like a greedy charity case from the Rust Belt who should just take the payout and vanish.
But Isabel didn't want his pity. She demanded the four percent equity stake in his family's company that she rightfully owned—a stake worth 1.5 billion dollars. When she revealed this, the wealthy family turned vicious. They refused to acknowledge that she had secretly saved their empire from bankruptcy years ago. Instead, Darius and Dove orchestrated a brutal public execution. They ambushed her at a top law firm, spreading malicious lies that her investment money was stolen from a Ponzi scheme. They even hired a fake victim to scream at her in the lobby, successfully terrifying Isabel's lawyer into dropping her case on the spot.
She had quietly rescued their entire legacy, yet they were willing to frame her as a criminal and destroy her life just to keep her rightful billions.
As Darius and his mistress gloated over her absolute ruin, the most ruthless and feared lawyer in New York suddenly stepped in front of Isabel, his voice cutting through the dead silence.
"Your case, I'll take it." 
/1/114477/coverorgin.jpg?v=5be0764e4a44f76264aa21d0ac719ba9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/114015/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb56b81429abc7c104ddc1fbda6b519a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/86798/coverorgin.jpg?v=032978b38860e8f42dc428dd8f2d8dd9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/86556/coverorgin.jpg?v=63b2caf6f89fa0ba9c7d6fa91dfabcc7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/85866/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e69c61cb9f78f6f9dec4b07e90ae847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/84592/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7d6ef12979ca68b52b5b5902bd69ddf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/84503/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e95a8518e0ca99733a5781cec84a7d7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/84433/coverorgin.jpg?v=169078bad3d8e4881c01120c4941e1e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83993/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc1d7035b6bd6e5bed1fa136808983f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83934/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6fcabf645b9b1b678f2cdfb0f403fb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83255/coverorgin.jpg?v=39bceeaed405363b9ae05ada41050a7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/82272/coverorgin.jpg?v=83763129f3ab83d5c2500627766566ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81745/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfe4216afc603f99f25366b3e11df680&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81115/coverorgin.jpg?v=da1fd6476ef068519cc670ac771de8fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/18813/coverorgin.jpg?v=60aedde6a9c8e7fccdf191570139d264&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/112008/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b0abcab944971bf058c4d3da02bb538&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113343/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed25261f7a2d99e11acd800d6c850bbf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113362/coverorgin.jpg?v=5efb20621f255e262e29bdba5df38f3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/78663/coverorgin.jpg?v=b705411c5144e51405caa1dd738aa5d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/116591/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fd2108eeca65c2a5467992f964db847&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/109886/coverorgin.jpg?v=11866cd7ae1a2e1b2a373b6ca96c7dc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/114581/coverorgin.jpg?v=d30548c5fb1860eb186e4ee0beefc070&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/107720/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d6583f21b392ea7c76b778b0308381b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/114003/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9f9048a34e5274a5639377bb7c955a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/117686/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b8daa54942578a907ebb905abf607f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)