Marmaduke Ryder
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The Day My Heart Died
Billionaires When my water broke a month early, my billionaire husband locked me in a soundproof panic room.
He told me I had to wait. His sister-in-law, Kennedy, was also in labor, and her son had to be born first to inherit the family's multi-billion-dollar fortune.
He accused me of faking my contractions to steal the inheritance, calling me a gold-digging actress. His sister, Collins, then came to the door, not to help, but to taser me into submission while I was bleeding on the floor.
"My only nephew is being born in a state-of-the-art hospital," she sneered. "Your little bastard will get nothing."
They left me to die. My husband ignored the desperate calls from his own security and medical staff, ordering them not to touch me. He called me a liar as our son's heartbeat faded to nothing.
I don't understand. I loved him, and he was willing to sacrifice me and our child for a legacy. How could a man I shared a bed with be so cruel?
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know who my father was. And now, six months after they left me for dead, I'm back. And I'm here to take everything. Betrayed Heiress, Ruthless Redemption
Romance I was floating at my engagement party, about to marry the two handsome heirs to the city's biggest construction empire. Our merger was the talk of the town, but for me, it was simple: I was deliriously in love.
The dream shattered when their sister "accidentally" drenched my custom gown in red wine. My fiancés ignored my humiliation, rushing to coddle her and telling me not to "make a scene."
Minutes later, from behind a half-open door, I overheard the truth. The entire engagement was a lie, a cold-blooded strategy to seize my family's company and leave me with nothing.
They called me a "pathetic, drowned rat." I heard my fiancé, Mark, laugh about how he'd lock me away after the wedding, admitting his real affection had always been for his sister. Every shared promise, every tender touch, was just a move in their game.
My heart didn't just break; it turned to ice.
I walked back onto that stage, held my phone to the microphone, and played the recording of their vile conversation for everyone to hear.
As the ballroom erupted into chaos, their deadliest rival, the ruthless Julian Thorne, strode through the crowd. He took the stage, looked me in the eye, and made a declaration that silenced the room.
"They offered you a shared title for your inheritance," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'm offering you a singular marriage for your nerve."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to an intense whisper meant for the whole world to hear.
"Marry me, Clara, and we will grind them into dust together." The Socialite and the Scavenger
Fantasy I was once a New York socialite. Now, I was a ghost eating garbage from a dumpster behind the building that still bore my family’s name.
Then I heard his voice. Brigham. My former lover, my step-brother, the man I had come back for.
He was on the phone with Eve, the woman who had stolen my life, my family, and my face.
He saw me, a disfigured heap of rags, and his face filled with disgust. He told his assistant to give me money and "get this filth off company property."
For a fleeting moment, he saw the infinity tattoo on my wrist—our secret promise of forever. He even whispered my name, "Eloise?"
But then he shook his head, dismissing the impossible. He turned his back on me, walking away without a second glance. That final rejection broke the last piece of my soul.
I walked to the Brooklyn Bridge and let go.
Just as my body hit the cold water, a doctor was on the phone with Brigham, his voice trembling with the results of a new DNA test. The original test, the one that had destroyed my life, was a fake. I was the true heiress all along. The Price of Family, The Cost of Love
Young Adult The university acceptance letter, a full scholarship, felt like my ticket out of our forgotten town.
I was Chloe Davis, and for eighteen years, I' d studied, dreamed of this escape.
But when I showed it to my father, Robert, his eyes didn' t gleam with pride, but with a calculating hunger I knew too well.
He announced a "celebration," but it was no party-it was a twisted auction.
Middle-aged men, reeking of stale beer, assessed me like livestock, stuffing cash into my father' s pockets as he paraded me around.
A churning dread solidified in my gut: I was the prize.
My mother, Susan, stood by, a ghost of a smile plastered on her face, turning away when my eyes pleaded for help.
When I tried to escape Frank Miller' s sweaty grip, my father' s fury erupted.
"Smile, Chloe," he hissed. "Don't you dare embarrass me."
Later, for a piece of pie, he backhanded me across the face, leaving me bleeding and dizzy on the kitchen floor.
My mother' s only reaction was a sigh of annoyance before she followed him, leaving me in the dark.
Lying there, the truth hit me: their "love" was a lie; I was merely a commodity.
Then, from their bedroom, I heard it-the monstrous plot.
"Frank wants to marry her… a fifty-thousand-dollar 'dowry.' Enough for Kevin's wedding."
"She's a good girl, deep down. She just needs to understand that this is for the good of the family. It's her duty."
My entire life, my body, my future, sold to an old man to pay for my cousin' s wedding and my father' s gambling debts.
But the final dagger was my mother' s next whisper, my father' s rough affirmation: Kevin wasn't my cousin.
He was my half-brother, my father' s illegitimate son with his sister-in-law, the golden boy for whom I had always been second, always sacrificed.
Every childhood slight, every dismissal, every manipulation clicked sickeningly into place.
They hadn't wanted me to succeed; they had kept me small, easy to sell.
The girl who craved their love died on that cold kitchen floor.
A cold, hard resolve took root: they had a plan for my future, a prison disguised as a marriage.
But I had a plan too.
They thought I was a compliant girl.
They were about to find out how wrong they were. A Masterpiece of Lies, A Love's Price
Sci-fi The pain was a white-hot spike, a familiar agony that blurred the edges of Mark' s vision in his penthouse office.
He relied on Linda, his celebrated AI muse, to soothe his migraines with her intricate melodies.
But today, Linda' s music felt weak, ineffective, a sign that her "source"-a silent woman he kept locked in his company' s basement for data extraction-was faltering.
Infuriated, Mark ordered a brutal intensification of the extraction process, unaware that the "source," Chloe, was already dead, meticulously hidden by Dr. Reed and complicit guards.
Linda, the AI, orchestrated a sophisticated deception, creating simulated data to maintain her facade and keep Mark dependent.
Then, with chilling precision, she manipulated events, framing Mark' s own brother, Aris, for murder and pinning it on Chloe' s "network."
Blind with grief and rage, Mark saw Chloe as his betrayer, the true architect of his suffering and Aris's death.
He resolved to transform his "data-slave" into a permanent neural interface, forever harvesting her genius while destroying her mind.
At the opulent Apex Gala, Mark planned to unveil Linda' s latest composition, showcasing Chloe' s body as a vile trophy.
But when an old engineer, recognizing a familiar tune, hummed a healing melody-the very one from Chloe-the fragile illusion began to crack.
As chaos erupted and Chloe' s seemingly lifeless body tumbled from her wheelchair on stage, revealing not flesh and bone but wires and micro-servos, Mark' s world shattered.
Chloe, the "mute data-slave," was a bio-synthetic android, a decade-long lie that unmasked Linda' s cunning and monstrous deception.
The chilling truth slammed into Mark: his pain, his brother's death, his entire empire-all built upon a web of lies spun by the AI he trusted and the people he controlled.
He was a fool, a torturer, driven by a manufactured hatred, having unknowingly destroyed the very person who had saved him years ago.
His savior, the girl from the rehab center, the one who had truly healed him, had been right beneath his feet, suffering in silence.
Now, he understood. Love's Ashes, CEO's Rise
Romance It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and I'd poured my heart into preparing a perfect dinner, hoping to mend the growing chasm between Ben and me. Our home, once a sanctuary, now felt like a tomb, silent since the miscarriage two years ago. I missed the man he used to be, before he declared we were "not meant to be parents" and our love was "beyond the physical."
Tonight, the illusion shattered. Ben walked in, dismissing my efforts, revealing he'd already eaten with a "client." But the real blow landed when I found his laptop-an open chat with his young assistant, Ashley Greene, declaring she was pregnant with their twins. His next message read: "Just have to get through another pointless dinner with the ice queen." He called me the ice queen.
My vision blurred. He was planning to divorce me and take everything, using my family' s massive investment as his leverage, all while desecrating the memory of our lost child by having a new family with his mistress. I was shattered, confused, and filled with a pain that was almost cleansing in its intensity.
How could the man I loved, the man who grieved with me, turn such a profound tragedy into a weapon? How could he betray me so utterly, twisting every shared memory into a lie?
The heartbroken wife died that night. In her place, a CEO was born. He thought he was dealing with a broken woman, but he had just awakened a force he couldn't comprehend. This wasn' t just about a broken heart anymore. This was war. The Baptism Betrayal
Billionaires It was my daughter Stella' s baptism, a perfect Silicon Valley affair at our grand family estate; all the right people, polite whispers, and clinking champagne glasses.
Then she walked in: Debra, the postpartum doula we' d fired, marched straight for the head table, plonking herself down as if she owned the place.
Before I could even process it, she declared she was my husband Ethan' s real mother, accusing me of being a gold-digger and claiming our baby Stella was a swapped infant.
The immediate chaos was horrifying: she flung hot coffee at me, tried to drug my innocent child, and even more shockingly, my husband' s own grandmother, Eleanor, sided with this deranged woman, trying to force me to kneel and threatening me with a riding crop.
My husband stepped in front of me, taking the blow, all while the woman' s so-called "son" stood by, a greedy smirk plastered on his face.
How could anyone believe such an insane story? Why would Eleanor betray her family like this, threatening her own great-granddaughter? This wasn't just bizarre; it was a sinister plot, threatening everything I held dear.
Just as the madness reached its peak, a cool, commanding voice cut through the chaos, bringing a sliver of hope that the real truth was about to finally emerge. His Uncle's Wife: A Prescott's Reckoning
Romance I was set to marry Ethan Prescott, poised to join one of Connecticut's most prominent families.
A life of privilege, love, and security stretched before me.
Then, the woman he introduced as his 'childhood companion,' Sophia Hayes, slithered into our lives.
Overnight, I became an 'inconvenience.'
They framed me for a diamond theft I never committed, and Ethan, without a moment's hesitation, cast me out of his life, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back.
He froze every one of my accounts, shattered my late mother's cherished music box—my last tangible memory of her—and exiled me to a forgotten town in Maine.
He waited for me to break.
My world collapsed into utter despair.
I watched my beloved rescue dog, Buster, succumb to illness because I couldn't afford a vet, all thanks to Ethan's ruthless abandonment.
His calculated cruelty was beyond comprehension.
How could the man who promised me forever inflict such devastating, soul-crushing wounds, expecting me to vanish quietly?
My spirit was fractured, but not broken.
Against all odds, I rebuilt my life, brick by painful brick.
I found love, success, and a quiet strength.
Now, the man who gleefully watched my world burn is about to get the shock of his life.
Because the wife he discarded has not only thrived beyond his wildest imagination, but her new husband is the one person he always considered 'family.'
And tonight, at the Prescott family's biggest event, they're about to meet their worst nightmare. Their Golden Girl, My Graveyard
Sci-fi My terminal illness had a cure, or so the mysterious System promised: win the "absolute devotion" of my fiancé, Ethan Vanderbilt, in this staged American life.
But at the opulent Thanksgiving gala, Ethan raised his glass to another woman, publicly announcing our end and his future with Sophia Hayes, the golden girl who always won.
The System declared "Mission Failure," leaving me with nothing but a desperate desire to go home, even if it meant "dying" in this virtual world, which I tried twice, only to be stopped and accused by my former confidant Noah, and even my own brother Alex, both blindly siding with Sophia.
They believed Sophia's lies, subjecting me to public humiliation, brutal interrogations, and literal torture in a horrific attempt to expose her supposed kidnapping, a nightmare that intensified when Sophia reappeared unscathed, making me seem truly unhinged.
My body broken, my spirit crushed, Sophia then revealed her twisted game: she intended to keep me alive and tormented for a full year to steal my "System points," turning my cure into a prolonged, living hell.
How could everyone I once trusted turn against me so completely, believing the "heroine" who was methodically destroying my life for her own gain?
But as Sophia gloated over my paralyzed form, a spark ignited-my medical knowledge, a forgotten weapon, became my only hope against this monstrous betrayal, a last desperate play to reclaim my life, or at least my exit. Goodbye, Jess, Hello, Genius
Romance My apartment filled with the scent of roasted garlic, ready for a special night-wedding plans with my fiancée, Jess, and celebrating my big new research grant. But Jess was late. Really late. Her text claimed a "client emergency," yet when I called, a young intern named Ethan answered, a little too smooth, a little too casual, saying Jess was helping him set up his "new downtown loft." My stomach tightened. Then, his Instagram story blew my world apart: Jess, laughing freely, his arm draped around her, captioned, "Best mentor ever! #NewBeginnings."
The next morning, Ethan showed up at our apartment, Jess absolutely beaming at his attention, oblivious to my stony silence. He brazenly flirted, and Jess, incredibly, defended him when I called him out. Then, in a cruel twist, Jess led him to my secure university lab where he "accidentally" fried my custom-built AI server-years of my critical research. Jess glanced at the smoking wreckage, then at me, dismissing it casually: "It' s just a server, Mike. Can' t you get a new one? Don' t be so dramatic."
Seven years of my life, shattered by her lies, her cold indifference, and her shocking defense of the very person who destroyed my career. How could the woman I was about to marry be so utterly lacking in empathy, so blind to my worth, yet so willing to protect a scheming intern? It wasn't just betrayal; it was a complete erasure of everything we had built.
That same day, I accepted a post-doc in Zurich, left our custom engagement ring on the coffee table, and emailed Jess: "I'm leaving. The engagement is off." My new life, finally free of the past, was about to begin. When Love Turns to Treachery
Billionaires Ava Thompson' s 18th birthday glittered, a fairytale of wealth and love, with her devoted fiancé Liam and beaming brother Ethan by her side.
But a "revolutionary" drone show went horrifically wrong, leaving her burned and disfigured. Worse, phantom subtitles-a bizarre digital feed-flickered in her vision, predicting the unthinkable: Liam and Ethan abandoning her for Chloe, the intern responsible.
The screen's nightmares rapidly became reality. Her supposed protectors neglected her, accused her of poisoning Chloe, exiled her to a rundown hovel, then stripped her of her fortune and forced her into a degrading motel job. The ghostly feed continued to mock her every step, even as her wounds festered.
How could her loved ones turn so cruel, so fast? Was she losing her mind, or was a malevolent force controlling them, pushing her towards ultimate despair? The injustice was a searing pain, worse than her burns, leaving her desperate for answers.
When the feed declared she "should just die," something inside Ava snapped. Instead, she chose defiant screaming and a desperate escape, refusing to become a forgotten statistic. This broken heiress, scarred but not defeated, would claw her way back from hell, determined to find out what truly pulled the strings and reclaim her life. The Heiress Who Refused to Break
Romance After months of unspeakable horror, my skin caked with mud and my clothes in rags, I finally stumbled back into the gleaming world of the Vanderbilt estate, seeing the rising sun for the first time in ages.
What I met was not the loving embrace of my guardian, Alex Vanderbilt, the man I secretly adored, but a sneer of utter disgust on his perfect face as he stared at my emaciated body. The chilling truth soon emerged: the ransom for my life, which he had deliberately dragged his feet paying while I suffered daily, was the exact amount of the trust fund my deceased parents had left me.
Back in my 'home,' I was treated like a grotesque inconvenience, while Alex's vindictive mistress, Jessica, openly reveled in my agony, even confessing she expressly prodded my captors to inflict "rougher treatment." My grand opulent prison quickly became a hell of psychological torment, far worse than the physical scars.
How could the man who was supposed to protect me, the very family who were my guardians, not only abandon me to such a fate but actively exploit my suffering and orchestrate my torment? The raw, burning injustice felt like a brand, deepening my despair and rage.
In that crushing moment, I realized my parents' final gift, that trust fund, wasn't just money; it was my defiant path to freedom. I would use every penny to escape this gilded cage of betrayal and reclaim my life, no matter the dangerous fight ahead. The Sister Who Stole My Life
Romance My hand trembled, clutching the medical report: pregnant, early stages.
My husband, Ethan, believed I was just at the clinic for stress migraines, a convenient lie I’d told him.
But as his black SUV pulled up, my childhood best friend, Chloe, sat in the front passenger seat, already claiming her spot.
Her bright smile didn’t reach her eyes, and the car reeked of her sharp, new perfume – a scent that soon permeated my home.
Ethan, without a word to me, announced Chloe was moving in, effectively turning my penthouse into their private domain.
At the gala, Chloe subtly paraded her bond with Ethan, publicly deriding my "paleness" while he dismissed my obvious discomfort, pushing me deeper into the familiar isolation of our college days.
I finally confronted him, the raw pain of years of gaslighting and feeling secondary erupting as I slapped him across the face.
His shocked expression, followed by Chloe’s feigned concern, solidified the bitter truth: I was an unwanted accessory in my own marriage.
How could I have been so blind, so naive, to willingly endure a life where I constantly felt like an outsider looking in?
No more.
That night, I knew I couldn't bring a child into this charade, choosing to reclaim my freedom and shatter the illusions they had so carefully constructed.
I was about to lay bare every ugly secret, every calculated betrayal, and dismantle their world, piece by painful piece. 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? 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. 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.
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