Luoye Fenfei
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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Mafia Boss
Short stories For five years, I gave everything I had, using my blood to build Gabriel's underworld empire. I expanded his territory, conquered half of the turfs, and allowed him to sit on that throne.
But just as I secured a billion-dollar casino contract, he ruthlessly tore the silver badge from my chest.
He handed my entire career over to his new love, Serena.
"Hand everything over to my fiancée, or you won't leave this room alive."
Serena was a helpless outsider who had never even touched a gun, yet she wanted everything that was mine.
Gabriel humiliated me in front of twelve family capos and announced that they would be married next month.
He even threatened that if I didn't hand over the family's encrypted master drive to her before dawn, he would blacklist me and send men to take my life.
Did he really think I would just obediently step aside and watch them take away everything I had built with my own hands?
So, I calmly handed Serena a master drive loaded with a logic bomb—one that would drain their accounts and expose them to the FBI.
Then, I walked out into the pouring rain, accepted an invitation from his most lethal rival, and prepared to watch his empire burn to ashes. Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé
Romance Chloe Sinclair woke up to the relentless smell of antiseptic and the furious voice of her fiancé, Harrison.
She had just crashed his quarter-million-dollar car on the highway. But brutal memory slammed into her—the crash wasn't an accident. Brianna, Harrison's supposed best friend, had handed her the keys knowing perfectly well the brake lines were cut.
In her previous life, Chloe had cried and apologized pathetically from this very hospital bed. She had begged Harrison to believe she didn't do it on purpose. Instead, he looked at her with utter disgust, tightening his suffocating control while openly flaunting his affair with Brianna. Chloe had endured a decade of humiliation, watching her powerful family wither away under Harrison's machinations. She was drained of her wealth, locked in a miserable marriage, and eventually died a broken, forgotten woman.
Until her last breath, she hadn't understood. She had sacrificed her dignity and dedicated her entire life to loving him. Why did her desperate devotion only earn his casual cruelty? Why did the people she trusted most want her dead so badly?
Opening her eyes again, she stared at the digital clock on the wall. It was October 12th, ten years ago. The exact day her nightmare began. A core of steel formed in the wreckage of her past self. When Harrison grabbed her wrist to lecture her, Chloe wrenched her arm free and slapped him hard across the face.
"We're done, Harrison." The Runaway Heiress And Her Monster
Romance With twelve dollars in my bank account and a freezing apartment, my friend forced me into a velvet dress to attend an exclusive underground party for free food.
But the night quickly turned into a nightmare when a drunk thug attacked me, nearly strangling me to death in a dark hallway.
Just as my lungs burned for air, a terrifying man stepped out of the shadows and shattered my attacker's bones. He was Axel Carrillo, the billionaire owner of the club. But instead of feeling safe, my blood ran cold. His dark, dead eyes perfectly mirrored the wealthy monster who had abused and locked me in a basement years ago. He trapped me in his VIP room, surrounding me with the elite crowd that openly mocked my poverty.
I didn't understand why this ruthless billionaire was looking at me like a predator watching its prey. I had barely escaped the nightmare of the rich once; I wasn't going to let another powerful man own my life.
Faking a twisted ankle, I stumbled forward, falling directly into his chest.
In less than a second, I expertly slipped the thick money clip and custom leather wallet from his pocket, grabbed my broken stilettos, and ran blindly into the freezing night.
I used his crisp hundred-dollar bills to pay my overdue rent, locking his silver-crested wallet in my desk drawer. What I didn't know was that Axel had let me steal it, smiling in the dark as he whispered to his security.
"Let her keep the bait." Eight Years Lost, Now Truly Free
Modern I gave my boyfriend, Blake, eight years of my life. I was his loyal paralegal and devoted partner, sacrificing a promotion and even a child for the future he promised us.
Then I overheard the truth from outside his office. He called me "damaged goods," laughing with the woman he gave my job to.
His cruelty escalated. He publicly humiliated me, then banished me to the firm's basement archives. When intruders attacked me there, I called him, bleeding and begging for help.
"You're being dramatic," he said, and hung up.
He left me to die. The trauma caused me to miscarry the baby I never knew I was carrying.
Lying in a hospital bed, I saw his social media post: a smiling selfie with her, captioned #Blessed.
That was the moment I decided to disappear. He thought he had broken me. He was wrong. He had just set me free. The Tainted Lover's Cold Comeback
Mafia I was Grayson Deleon' s secret weapon and his lover. I took a bullet for him, saved him from a cartel, and in return, he promised me a secret marriage, a life where it would always be us.
But on the night of my secret Juilliard graduation, I watched from the wings as he got down on one knee for my best friend, Camilla.
He called her "pure," a word he used to contrast with my "taint" from the cartel rescue. A leaked video later proved this wasn't just a betrayal; it was a conspiracy. I heard them laughing about their "perfectly executed plan" to get rid of me, the "distraction."
The man whose life I had saved had orchestrated my public humiliation, discarding me because of the very scars I earned for him.
My world was ashes, but from them, something cold and hard formed. I made a single call to a heritage network I'd been using to find my lost family. It was time to disappear and never be his secret again. His Obsession, Her Freedom
Modern Three years of marriage, three years of silent fury with Blake Harrison.
Then, a nightmare: kidnapped, tortured, and brutally murdered by thugs.
But instead of the afterlife, I woke up to my own funeral party, where my loving husband was celebrating his freedom with my sister, Amelia, accusing me of faking my own death.
My family, the Millers, the very people who had once claimed to love me, stood by, silent witnesses to my humiliation, only to later join Blake in discrediting me, sending me to a mental institution.
It broke me, but in that shattering, a new strength forged; I embraced my "death," watching my essence vanish in a golden glow, ready to finally be free.
Three years later, I returned, a princess with no memory, only to be dragged back into his twisted obsession, discovering he had preserved my supposed corpse and turned my suffering into a perverse play.
He confessed his sick love, his manipulations, even admitting he' d let me be tortured to "test" my affection.
I tried to fight, to turn his own dagger against him, but he only reveled in the pain, until General Alex Vance, a man connected to my forgotten past, burst in and rescued me.
Now, between Blake's renewed tyranny and Alex's baffling devotion, I'm finding pieces of a life I never knew, a history of longing and betrayal that demands to be explored and avenged. Burned Alive, Reborn Anew
Mafia The smell of gasoline and burning flesh clung to my last breath, a horrific perfume of my own end.
My wife, Olivia, and her grandmother, the woman I' d sacrificed everything to save, celebrated my agonizing death.
"You staged the kidnapping, you killed my lover and my son, how dare you still be alive!" Olivia shrieked, as flames licked at the cage they' d locked me in.
Her grandmother, my supposed savior, added, "You couldn' t give me a child, so you targeted my grandson, I' ll teach you a lesson you\'ll never forget!"
I died watching them smile, consumed by fire, bewildered by their monstrous accusations.
I had given my family' s entire fortune to rescue her grandmother, even taken multiple stab wounds in the process.
The media had hailed me as a hero, "the ultimate proof of our love," but it meant nothing to them.
Olivia' s lover, Ethan Hayes, jealous of the attention, had tragically drowned with their son, Lucas, and they blamed me.
They smiled as I burned alive, a fool who gave everything and received only contempt.
Then, a frantic, insistent ringing pierced the fiery memory.
My eyes snapped open.
I wasn't in a burning cage; I was in my bed, the one I shared with Olivia.
The calendar on my phone screamed a terrifying truth: it was the fifth anniversary of my marriage, the very day her grandmother was kidnapped.
I was back, forced to relive the nightmare.
But this time, I wouldn't be the fuel for their fire.
I silenced the phone, the urgent ringing of the kidnappers cut short.
This time, their fate was their own. From Heartbreak To Heroine: My New Boss
Romance I drew a thick red circle around the date, marking my escape from eight years of crushing dedication to an architectural firm-and to David Chen, the untouchable senior partner I' d foolishly adored since day one.
But my whispered plans for freedom were abruptly shattered when David, in a bizarre twist of fate, started showing a new intern, Emily White, the unguarded warmth I'd always yearned for, culminating in the gut-wrenching discovery that he was buying her an engagement ring.
Reeling from this brutal blow, I gave my notice only to be immediately thrust into a crisis at a flooding construction site-one where David, the project lead, was inexplicably unreachable and then, upon his sudden arrival, inexplicably threw me under the bus, suspending me for my "recklessness."
I couldn't fathom his sudden, public betrayal, leaving me utterly bewildered and heartbroken; why, after my desperate attempt to save his project, would he punish me so severely, especially when he'd hugged me moments before, a gesture that defied his usual coldness?
With no other choice, and my career destroyed, I found myself accepting a forced transfer to a new city, unwittingly walking into the dangerous heart of a DEA task force, where the only thing more shocking than my unexpected new life was discovering David Chen standing there, my new boss, ready to lead the charge. A System's Cruel Joke
Sci-fi My body was a battlefield of pain, every nerve screaming as I grasped for control. A chilling, mechanical voice echoed in my mind, a death sentence: "Mission failed. Countdown initiated: 30 days."
I was Olivia, or rather, the soul inhabiting her body, given a second chance by a mysterious System to mend fractured relationships with Daniel and Ethan. I' d poured my heart into earning their affection, and for a time, I succeeded. We laughed, we shared meals, we were a family once more. My life extended, filled with a joy I' d never known. But then Clara arrived.
Introduced as a long-lost cousin, she systematically dismantled everything. Charming, fragile, and a master manipulator, she twisted their love, turning their protective instincts to her, casting me as the jealous villain. My carefully earned affection points plummeted, and with them, my health. The pain began, a constant, gnawing reminder of their betrayal. Every attempt to remind them of our bond was met with accusation, and every tear from Clara sealed my fate.
How could they be so blind? So utterly consumed by her act that they couldn' t see the real me, dying before their eyes? Was the past we shared, the love we'd built, truly so easily erased?
As the countdown relentlessly ticked, a grim acceptance settled upon me. I was losing everything, abandoned by the very people I was fighting to live for. The fight was gone. But then, a cruel knock at the door – Daniel' s voice, impatient and cold. It was time for my final act. My Grave, His Madness
Fantasy My funeral was just weeks ago, but as a ghost, I, Elara, the Governor's wife, was forced to watch the wake from the corner of my own grand ballroom.
My husband, Governor Marcus Thorne, a man whose entire career was built on my family's name and money, wasn't grieving; he was seething, convinced I had faked my death.
He believed I was hiding somewhere in our sprawling estate, playing a cruel game to deny his trusted chief of staff, Izzy, a life-saving bone marrow transplant.
But Izzy, a woman I had once taken under my wing, was lying.
Her supposed illness was a meticulously orchestrated ruse designed to deceive Marcus, fueling his obsession to find me.
As an invisible spirit, I agonizingly witnessed Marcus' s escalating madness: he systematically destroyed my family' s legacy, fired loyal staff, and brutally tormented my ten-year-old brother, Leo, all to force me out of a hiding place that didn't exist.
His depravity culminated in the desecration of my grave, only for my true, decomposing body to be dismissed by his paid medical examiner as a "random corpse."
How could my brilliant, ambitious husband be so utterly blind, a puppet in a macabre performance designed to destroy everything I held dear?
What sinister motive drove Izzy to such extreme lengths, and why was I, even in death, still the target of this malicious charade?
It wasn't until Leo, with a final, heartbreaking act of defiance, revealed the unique surgical pin embedded in my desecrated remains that Marcus's world shattered, finally exposing the horrifying truth of his own monstrous actions and setting the stage for Izzy' s chilling, triumphant reveal of her decades-long revenge and the complete collapse of his empire. His Betrayal, Her Bloom
Fantasy For centuries, I, Elara, the ancient Guardian of Redwood Creek, tied my very soul to the immense Patriarch redwood, silently protecting the Harrison family through a pact they barely understood.
James Harrison, the family heir, once seemed to respect my beloved tree and me, showing a youthful kindness that warmed my ancient heart.
But when his fiancée, Brenda Van Doren, saw nothing but lumber and obstacles in the ancient redwoods, James, once reverent, coldly ordered my life tree cut down.
Each scream of the chainsaw ripped through my essence, forcing me to watch as my centuries of life and power drained away with the felled Patriarch.
James, with Brenda by his side, mocked my agonizing pain, then further humiliated me, treating me as a mere servant and even trying to extract my very life force for Brenda' s fleeting vanity.
The centuries of silent devotion and sacrifice I'd poured into his family felt utterly wasted, reduced to a performance for their twisted entertainment.
How could the boy I had subtly guided, whose prosperity I had secretly ensured, turn to such heartless cruelty, dismissing my existence as mere superstition?
The betrayal didn't just break my pact; it shattered my being, leaving me on the brink of utter dissolution, wondering if any of his supposed care was ever real.
However, just as my fragile form began to dissipate, an ancient call from the true heart of the forest beckoned, igniting a powerful transformation within me as I ascended into a true Forest Guardian.
Now reborn, I will reclaim what was stolen and bring a reckoning to those who dared to desecrate the sacred. The Billionaire's Proxy Bride
Billionaires My life was a picture-perfect dream.
At 21, married to the successful real estate titan Marcus Thorne, I lived in a Manhattan penthouse fit for royalty.
He adored me, called me his "Muse," showering me with exquisite art and personal gestures.
I was pregnant, and our future, with its "little masterpiece" on the way, felt utterly secure.
Then I found a hidden compartment in Marcus’s antique desk, revealing a chilling secret.
Inside, a leather-bound scrapbook held dozens of photos of a woman strikingly similar to me—Isabelle Vance.
A faded concert ticket, inscribed "For Izzy, my only dream, my eternal muse," confirmed my worst fear.
My entire relationship, every tender word, every grand gesture, was a meticulously crafted lie, a painful echo of his past love.
Humiliation and devastation washed over me, a physical blow to my gut.
I, his beloved "Muse," was merely a stand-in.
Our unborn child, conceived in this grand deception, twisted my insides.
Brad, Marcus’s best friend, accidentally revealed the truth: "Izzy’s back! Thorne’s already ditching the pregnant kid-bride!"
Isabelle herself then flooded my phone with gloating photos and videos of her and Marcus, reliving their old haunts.
Every cherished gift, every thoughtful act, was revealed to be a cruel mimicry of his love for her.
I was trapped in a gilded cage built on a lie.
How could I possibly live with this soul-crushing betrayal?
Who was I, truly, if my entire existence within this marriage had been a substitute?
The raw despair was unbearable, eclipsing everything.
My resolve hardened, brutal and swift.
I walked out of my illusionary life, leaving New York and Marcus Thorne, and began the painful process of reclaiming my own future. You might like
My Husband Murdered Our Unborn Baby
Jun Wen When I was eight months pregnant, I collapsed suddenly from a severe pregnancy complication.
In the hospital, my husband, Easton, refused to approve my emergency C-section.
Standing beside my bleeding body with his mistress, Colette, he held a postnuptial agreement in his hand.
He forced me to give up all our assets and take on Colette's massive debts. He even called the police and falsely accused me of stealing a fake luxury watch, trying to stop me from paying for my own medical care.
"Sign it, and you get the surgery. Otherwise, don't expect to live."
Because of his delay, my baby's heartbeat stopped.
I completely broke down, grieving the child he had killed. He thought he had won. He thought I was a housewife he could manipulate however he pleased.
But he forgot — I was the Chief Financial Officer who helped him build his entire corporate empire. And I had evidence of every single one of his financial crimes. The Secret Awakened Bloodline Of His Broken Mate
Shu Yu I was diagnosed with Soul Withering Syndrome, a high-risk condition where the wolf inside me was slowly starving to death.
Full of hope, I went to find my mate, Gideon—the top healer in the alliance—desperate to find a shred of comfort from him.
But as I stood outside his office, I heard him coldly state that I was just being unreasonable.
"Chloe is weaponizing her anxiety to force me into a mating ceremony."
He could not even be bothered to glance at my official medical scroll, instead accusing me of faking my pain just to steal his attention away from his obsession, the rogue wolf Yara.
And when Yara called, lying about an obviously fabricated poisoning incident, he abandoned me without hesitation.
He left me shivering in the freezing hallway, and eventually, due to the backlash of my withering soul, I coughed up pitch-black blood.
For seven years, I had been waiting for him to see my pain.
I could not understand how the man who had once exchanged mating tokens with me could be so blind. He let my soul rot in the dark, yet paraded himself as a loyal hero, running around at the beck and call of a woman full of lies.
I did not shed a single tear, because my heart was already completely dead.
Then, without hesitation, I threw his silver mate ring fiercely into the trash can.
I contacted my family and accepted an arranged marriage—to wed the most feared Alpha in the alliance, Silas.
This time, I chose to live for myself. The Alpha's Broken Mate Is The Hidden Supreme Princess
Cun Li I hid my identity as the Supreme Wolf Princess just to find true love, even sacrificing my soul core to cure the bloodline curse of my fated mate, Caleb.
However, when he successfully became the Alpha of the Supreme Wolf Pack, he brought back Selene—a cunning she-wolf who faked an attack by rogue wolves to frame me.
He would rather believe her fabricated tears than listen to my explanation, locking me on a balcony covered in toxic silver dust for three days and three nights.
When I knelt and begged for forgiveness, telling him I was pregnant with his child, he sneered and accused me of carrying a rogue wolf's bastard.
He watched coldly as Selene spiked my food with deadly poison and forced me to climb a tree covered in thorns. Ultimately, I lost my child, and my blood stained the earth red.
I gave up my crown and my magic just to help him build his empire, only to receive humiliation in return.
He even threw a banishment contract in my face, ordering me to be exiled to the wastelands.
I felt a deep, agonizing sense of worthlessness for everything I had sacrificed for him!
That was until the Royal Guard's helicopters blackened the sky, and my father—the Supreme Alpha of all werewolves—forced Caleb to his knees in a wretched state.
"I accept your banishment." I threw that contract violently back into his trembling hands, watching his world crumble to ash.
In this moment, he finally realized exactly what he had destroyed. Mr. Ceo & I
dreannaxoxo16 Asher, is the cocky, arrogant, rude, and closed off Ceo of The National Elect Industries. He works hard for what he wants. He has everything he needs except one thing... A personal assistant until Natalia fulfills the position. Unfortunately they loathe each other. She puts him in his place, while he pushes her buttons. However Natalia's young daughter clenches at Asher's heart and possibly ties Natalia and Asher together.
Natalia, is a sarcastic, independent, opinionated, and strong willed women. Recently having a baby at 3 years of age. Natalia fulfills the position of a personal assistant of the CEO of The National Elect Industries. She accepts the job to make a successful living for her and her daughter. However she can't stand him, let alone working for him. However, Natalia's little daughter warms up to Asher. She sees a side of him that draws her to him and possibly take interest in. 
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