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He Denied My Brother's Last Journey

He Denied My Brother's Last Journey

 Modern
5.0
My billionaire boyfriend refused to loan me fifty thousand dollars to bring my brother' s body home. Three days later, I found his assistant wearing my silk robe in our penthouse. That was the moment I decided to marry my childhood friend instead. For eight years, I was Callen House' s dirty little secret. I accepted the shadows, believing his "Relationship Protocols" were just the quirks of a tech genius. But when my brother died tragically overseas, Callen didn't offer comfort. He offered me a corporate loan application, which his assistant, Daniella, promptly denied. While I was drowning in grief, Jaren stepped in. He paid for the repatriation without hesitation, proving what real love actually looked like. I went to Callen' s apartment to end things, only to find Daniella there, sporting a fresh hickey and a smug grin. The truth came out like a landslide. She hadn't just stolen my boyfriend; she had been intercepting my bonuses and sabotaging my career for years. And Callen? He defended her. He called me a liability and threatened to ruin me if I made a scene. So I didn't just quit. I sent a picture of me and Jaren to the company group chat with a caption that silenced the entire office. "I' m getting married. And it' s not to Callen House."
Seven Years of Poison

Seven Years of Poison

 Romance
5.0
Ava Green pressed her back against the cool wood of her bedroom door, listening to the quiet hum of her foster home. Ahead of her, her foster brother, Jake Stone, held her close, his hands on her waist. For seven years, he had been her secret, a dangerous poison she had been drinking, waiting for his thirtieth birthday when he promised to finally claim her. But in a crowded bar, clutching his phone she had rushed to return, she overheard his cruel confession to his friends: she was merely a "convenient distraction," a "placeholder" until the "real thing," Chloe, was ready. The future she had so carefully built shattered around her. His words, "She's not Chloe. She's not the future Mrs. Stone," hit her like a physical blow. The seven years of whispered promises were a brutal lie. She was just a toy to be discarded. The phone grew impossibly heavy in her hand, her legs unsteady as she stumbled away from the bar, away from his laughter, into the cold night. Back in her room, a lifeline appeared: "Your Application to Architects Without Borders," an acceptance to a conflict zone in the Middle East. It felt perfect, a place to tear down her old life and build something new. She replied with two words that promised to erase him and everything he represented: "I accept."
When Trust Became a Poisoned Blade

When Trust Became a Poisoned Blade

 Modern
5.0
My husband told me to hide away in our cabin after my daughter fell into a coma. He said he would handle the media storm and the plagiarism accusations against me. I trusted him. Two years later, I saw my best friend on a Times Square billboard, accepting an award for my art, with my husband cheering her on in the crowd. Overhearing their celebration, I learned the horrifying truth: they orchestrated my daughter's "accident," stole my life's work, and my husband was planning to pull my daughter's life support. He thought he had me trapped, threatening our daughter's life to force my silence. He even made me sign a divorce agreement, thinking he was stripping me of everything. What he didn't know was that my lawyer brother had already filed a different set of papers. And I had just walked away with everything.
No Longer His To Break

No Longer His To Break

 Romance
5.0
The drug pulsed through my veins, every inch of my body screaming for release, yet my husband, Ethan, stood over me, his face etched with familiar disgust. Just thirty minutes earlier, his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett, had forced 99 pills down my throat, challenging me: if Ethan was still repulsed by my 200-pound body, even under the aphrodisiac's influence, I had to sign the divorce papers. Scarlett' s taunt echoed: "I bet even if you strip naked and beg like a dog, he won't touch your two-hundred-pound body!" Consumed by the drug, I sank to the floor, pressing my lips against Ethan' s polished shoes, begging for help, for the man who once swore to protect me. He commanded, cold and devoid of emotion: "Use your mouth. Unbuckle my belt." He promised to help if I complied. My heart, already shattered, splintered as I fumbled with his belt, a memory piercing through the haze: I had endured agonizing experimental treatments, nearly dying, to cure the rare disease that was killing him. He had vowed eternal gratitude, promised to cherish me forever. But the cure had ravaged my metabolism, ballooning my body and his affection dwindled just as fast. Then, his sneer: "You really think I'd touch this? You' re disgusting. Trying to manipulate me with drugs? You' re pathetic." He kicked me away, walking out, leaving me to burn while Scarlett posted a triumphant selfie with him: "He's mine. Alone." I was just a placeholder, a life-saving tool that had outlived its usefulness. The fire inside raged, but a chilling resolve hardened. I wouldn't die here. A numb voice whispered: "I will erase Ava Miller, the hopeful artist, the loving wife, the pathetic, two-hundred-pound woman begging on the floor. I will leave this life behind and become someone else. Someone powerful."
Paid In Betrayal

Paid In Betrayal

 Modern
5.0
After two decades in a black-site prison, Elara was finally free, stepping back into a world she believed her husband had fought to reclaim for her. But an overheard conversation shattered that illusion: her husband, Marcus, coolly admitted he' d orchestrated her imprisonment as a 'perfect sacrifice' to protect their son, Alex, and clinch his climb to power, all while collaborating with Elara' s own adopted sister, Chloe, his mistress. Returned home a ghost, Elara watched as Chloe usurped her prestigious position, flaunting Elara' s own uniform. At a public gala, her father openly slapped her, demanding she yield her family legacy to Chloe, while Marcus and Alex turned their backs, leaving her isolated and humiliated. The final blow came when Chloe feigned an attack, leading Alex to violently shove his mother against a pillar, and Marcus to threaten Elara with a return to the very prison she'd just escaped. Twenty years of torture and isolation, endured with the false hope of vindication, were exposed as a cold, calculated transaction by those she loved most. The once unwavering love she held for her family incinerated into ash, leaving only a chilling clarity: they valued power over her life. With her past reduced to embers and her future with them extinguished, Elara activated a secret family protocol, erasing every trace of her existence, and walked out into the night, reborn to forge a new identity-and a new life-far from their toxic shadow.
The Daughter I Lost to Greed

The Daughter I Lost to Greed

 Modern
5.0
I'd built my catering business from scratch, pouring every dollar into my daughter Emily's future, envisioning a modest, joyful wedding. But then Kevin's mother, Brenda, dropped a bombshell: Emily was pregnant, and they demanded a $50,000 wedding plus another $50,000 for a house – my "responsibility." My own daughter, manipulated by Brenda, sided against me, echoing their absurd demands and cutting me off. They married without me, then Emily even tried to set me up with a strange man, and Brenda openly demanded my house. How could my sweet, cherished Emily become so unrecognizable, so deeply brainwashed by this monstrous greed? The absolute betrayal tore my heart apart, leaving me shattered and utterly bewildered. Desperate, I listed my house, planning to escape to Oregon. But Emily's final call, a plea for reconciliation over dinner, was a trap. Drugged and helpless, I overheard Brenda order Kevin to murder me and inherit everything. This wasn't just about money anymore; it was about survival.
Rewritten Tides: Her Second Chance

Rewritten Tides: Her Second Chance

 Romance
5.0
My college graduation trip was supposed to be a final adventure, a last taste of freedom. My best friend, Jessica, was squealing with excitement beside me on the wild coast. Then, two men emerged: Ethan, the enigmatic Selkie leader from the crashing waves, and Marcus, the formidable werewolf Alpha from the treeline. While Jessica's gaze fixed on Ethan, Marcus's amber eyes found mine with a predatory intensity, sealing my fate with three chilling words: "You're mine." My life spiraled into a nightmare. Trapped as Marcus's captive "Luna" in his brutal pack, I endured his suffocating control and the jealous glares of his she-wolves. When Jessica, weary of her quiet life with the Selkies, sought my help after her own reckless mistakes, I created a risky diversion. But she repaid my loyalty with a chilling betrayal, screaming lies that sentenced me to death. I drowned, my life extinguished by the cold ocean, murdered by the very people my supposed best friend had chosen, all because of her cruel deceit. How could I have been so blind? How could someone I loved betray me so utterly for nothing? But then, I opened my eyes. The salt spray hit my face. Jessica squealed beside me. I was back. Back at the beginning. This time, as the two powerful leaders emerged, my choice would be different. I would not be his captive. I would not be her victim. I would choose my own path.
My Second Chance, His Last

My Second Chance, His Last

 Young Adult
5.0
The Northwood University acceptance letter felt heavy in my hand. It was a golden ticket, meant for both me and Ethan. We were young, hopeful, ready to build our future together. But I'd already lived this life once, and it ended with Ethan's hands around my throat. He blamed me for Tiffany Bell's death, his forever crush. Now, Tiffany beamed, announcing she wasn't going to Northwood. And Ethan, standing beside me with his own acceptance letter, chose to follow her instead. "Northwood can wait. You're more important," he told Tiffany. He dropped his future onto the coffee table like trash. "You wouldn't understand, Sarah. This is something I have to do," he said to me, already casting me aside. His obsession to "save" Tiffany was already in motion. His twisted narrative was forming, just as it had before. He thought he was rewriting his past, but he was mirroring the delusion that killed me. A cold wave washed over me – he was convinced of his heroic path, even if it meant abandoning our shared dream. How could he not see he was stepping onto the same dangerous road? This man, who had crushed me once, was now alienating me, with a smirk on his face. I wouldn't beg him this time. My survival was paramount. I was back, and this second chance was mine to seize. Let him chase his ghost; I was going to rewrite my own destiny, without him.
Seeds of Fury: The Discarded Wife's Rise

Seeds of Fury: The Discarded Wife's Rise

 Romance
5.0
It was supposed to be my ten-year anniversary, a glittering party celebrating a decade I’d devoted to building Ethan’s empire. As I stood under the opulent chandeliers, Chloe, his sister, beamed, raising a toast "to new beginnings"—then pressed divorce papers into my hand. The celebratory evening shattered, turning into a public nightmare. While Ethan schmoozed with his Ivy League "ideal," Victoria Vance, I suffered a violent miscarriage right there on the polished ballroom floor. His family hissed, stepping back as if I carried a plague, and Ethan’s only concern was for the “scene.” Later, I found my meager belongings shredded, my grandmother’s cherished letter torn, and “GET OUT” scrawled in my own lipstick on the bathroom mirror. How can a man, who knelt at my grandmother’s grave swearing eternal vows and built his fortune on her ancient wisdom, accuse me of being ungrateful? For ten years, I was the mud from his bayou origins he desperately tried to scrub away, yet the foundation of everything he built. Now he wanted to erase me completely? But when his sleek new fiancée arrived with bulldozers, threatening to desecrate my ancestors' precious burial ground, the meek "swamp girl" Elara they thought they'd broken finally snapped. Clutching my grandmother's secret, powerful seeds, I vowed to reclaim my power, one fiery breath at a time. They wanted a show? I was just getting started.
Fox Immortal

Fox Immortal

 Xuanhuan
5.0
In order to meet Phil, I sacrificed my Demon Spirit. After going through countless hardships, I finally saw him. The first thing he said to me was, "Get out!" Not long after, I broke free from the mortal world and became an immortal. Meanwhile, he couldn't have the love he wanted and was trapped in the same place. I advised him to let go of his obsession.