Meng Xinyu
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The Gilded Cage Girl's Escape
Modern I was Anderson Mathews' sugar baby, his pretty little thing. But when I saw him kiss his sister-in-law, Hope-his one true love-I knew I had to escape.
I planned my exit meticulously, aiming to disappear the second my contract ended. I would become a scientist, find a kind, ordinary man, and build a life of my own.
But Anderson wouldn't let go. He sabotaged the career of Caleb, the good man I' d fallen for, and used my estranged mother to publicly humiliate me, all to force me back into his gilded cage.
"Marry me, Ayla," he proposed, a lifetime contract to replace the old one. "You'll be truly free. With me."
My mother' s screams echoed in my ears: "She's a whore! Your whore! Dirty goods!" And Caleb, my Caleb, heard every word.
I looked at Anderson's cold, possessive eyes, then at Caleb's, filled with a pain that shattered my heart. I had to make a choice.
This time, I wouldn't just run. I would end this, once and for all. Exposing His Lies, Burning His Empire
Modern I gave up my tech career for my professor boyfriend, Donovan. For ten years, I was his perfect, supportive partner, but he repaid me by cheating with his student, Brie. On our anniversary, he brought her favorite peanut butter into our home-forgetting my deadly allergy-and then left me to be with her.
I finally escaped to Europe, but he hunted me down.
Consumed by a possessive rage, he found me with my new partner, Kevin, and brutally attacked him. I had to smash a wine bottle over Donovan's head just to make him stop.
As he stood there bleeding, he actually tried to propose, swearing she meant nothing to him.
But then my phone rang. A frantic woman on the other end sobbed, "Brie is at his mother's house! She's pregnant with his baby!"
That's when I decided leaving wasn't enough. I would use the very skills I sacrificed for him to expose every single one of his lies and burn his entire world to the ground. From Temporary to Unforgettable Love
Romance My husband, Easton, dragged me to a party for his ex-girlfriend, Kelly Holland. Our five-year marriage was a sham, a contract he'd signed to spite her after she left him. I was just the placeholder wife.
During a game of "Seven Minutes in Heaven," he chose Kelly. When they emerged from the powder room, her lipstick was smeared, and a fresh hickey stained her neck.
Later that night, Easton and Kelly stormed into our home. He accused me of stealing her multi-million dollar diamond necklace.
He didn't believe me, even when I swore I was innocent. He called the police, who conveniently found the necklace in my handbag.
He looked at me with disgust. "I never should have married you," he spat. "You're nothing but trash from the slums."
I was arrested based on the word of the woman who set me up. My five years of quiet love and devotion meant nothing. The man I had secretly fallen for saw me as nothing more than a common thief.
I spent the night in a cold holding cell. The next morning, after being bailed out, I took the SIM card from my phone, snapped it in two, and dropped it in the trash. It was over.
I would make them pay. I would burn their entire world to the ground. The Billionaire's Reborn Protector
Romance The searing pain slammed into me, horrifyingly familiar, as I gasped awake in the birthing suite of my sprawling Texas estate.
This was it: the day my first child was due, the very day my entire world spiraled into a nightmare in my last life.
I remembered every agonizing detail: my mother, Eleanor, abandoning me in labor, leaving for my stepsister Brittany's lavish birthday party, then her monstrous rage, blaming me for Brittany's death.
I remembered the poisoned christening, my husband Ethan collapsing, our baby lifeless, then Eleanor dragging me to Brittany's grave, her hands tightening around my throat, murdering me.
Now, reborn, I realized the chilling truth: Eleanor was reborn too, and already, her creature, Nurse Gretchen, stood over me, determined to repeat history, actively trying to force my crowning baby back inside me.
The pain was unbearable, the betrayal absolute, as I screamed, knowing she meant to murder my child before its first breath, just like before, all for a twisted obsession with her adopted daughter.
How could my own mother be so utterly, undeniably evil, to repeat such a heinous act against her own flesh and blood, attempting to erase my family once more?
Just as despair threatened to consume me, a familiar, powerful presence erupted into the room: Ethan, my husband, his eyes blazing with a fierce, knowing protectiveness that mirrored my own reborn memories.
He remembered too.
With him by my side, we would no longer be victims; we would confront the depths of Eleanor's cruelty, unravel her darkest secrets, and wage a battle not just for our baby's life, but for the justice denied in a past life. His Promise, Her Ruin
Modern Tonight was supposed to be the greatest night of my career. I was the frontrunner for the Pinnacle Prize, the highest honor in architecture.
But the award went to a complete unknown—my fiancé’s first love, the widow of his older brother. My fiancé, Kason, the man who was supposed to build my winning design, had given my life's work away to her.
He said she needed it more. He then forced me to mentor her, letting her take credit for my projects. During a promotional shoot, he stood by and watched as she slapped me again and again under the guise of "getting the shot right."
When I finally slapped her back, he had me fired and blacklisted from the entire industry. He didn't stop there. He pushed me to the ground in a hospital hallway, causing me to bleed, and then abandoned me.
He did all this while I was carrying his child.
Lying on that cold hospital floor, I made a decision. I took my unborn baby and disappeared. I flew to a new country, changed my name, and cut off all ties.
For five years, we were ghosts. Husband's Frame, Wife's Fierce Justice
Modern My husband, Alec Craig, was Chicago' s star prosecutor, the man who saved me from a dark past. Or so I thought.
He was the man who sent me to prison, framing me for a crime I didn't commit to protect his ex-girlfriend, Catalina.
My three years in Joliet Correctional Center were a blur of concrete and gray uniforms. The woman who went in, a successful graphic designer who loved her husband, died in there. When I was finally released, I expected to see him, but he sent an assistant to "cleanse my bad energy."
Then I saw them: Alec and Catalina, hosting a "welcome home" party for me, the woman they put behind bars. They paraded me around, forcing me to drink champagne until I bled internally from a perforated ulcer.
Alec, ever the devoted protector, rushed to Catalina's side, leaving me bleeding on the floor. He even falsified my medical report, blaming my condition on alcohol.
I lay in that hospital bed, the last remnants of hope withering and dying. I couldn't cry. The feeling was too deep for tears. I just laughed, a wild, unhinged sound.
I wanted to destroy him. Not jail. I wanted him to lose everything. His career. His reputation. His precious Catalina. I wanted him to feel what I felt. Shattered Proposal, Unexpected Bride
Romance It was my 30th birthday, and I was all set to propose to Sarah, my girlfriend of five years, at the fanciest restaurant in the city. I had the ring, the perfect table, and a future all planned out.
But as I waited, she walked in, not alone, but with another man – her colleague. And then, in a devastating twist, she got down on one knee and proposed to him, right there in front of everyone, as my world shattered.
My mother called, wishing me a happy birthday, and confused when I could only whisper about the arranged marriage she' d mentioned. Sarah' s excited shouts of "She said yes!" echoed in the background as the entire restaurant applauded their engagement. Moments later, her text popped up: "Happy Birthday, Ethan! Sorry, got held up at work. On my way home now. I got you a cake!"-the lie a final stab.
When she came home that night, full of excuses about how it was just a "career play" and a "fake engagement," I smelled his cologne on her. The lie was too much. I packed a single suitcase, leaving behind five years of a life that was nothing but a pretense.
The next morning, at the office, the humiliation continued. Sarah and her fiancé, Mark, announced their engagement, and Mark took the promotion that should have been mine. Sarah told me I was fired, then orchestrated a cruel setup, framing me for stealing Mark' s Rolex. She publicly shamed me, slapped me across the face, and accused me of being a lowlife.
Why had I given up everything for her? Why was she so intent on destroying me?
With my world crumbling, I accepted an arranged marriage with Olivia Sterling, a woman whose calm, sharp eyes suggested a powerful intelligence, and who just might be my unexpected salvation. When Love Became A Plot
Romance Three years ago, Liam Hayes, the tech titan and my husband, promised to protect me.
Now, I sat in the front row of his grand auction, expecting a product launch. Instead, the massive screen behind him flickered to life, not with an innovation, but with intimate photos of my deceased parents.
The crowd' s murmurs turned to horrified whispers, their pity a suffocating blanket of shame. He was crucifying their memory, and I, his perfect, supportive wife, trembled with silent agony. When I pleaded with him to take the photos down, his eyes, once so full of warmth, were chillingly empty.
"Everything has a price, Ava," he said, holding out a kidney donation consent form. "Donate a kidney to Skylar Vance, and I' ll end this. Their honor for her life. A fair trade."
My breath hitched. He was using my dead parents, my most precious memory, to blackmail me, and I had no choice. As I signed, I remembered a secret vow we' d made-a desperate promise to defy a "plot" that dictated he'd leave me for Skylar. He' d sworn he' d fight it, that his heart was always mine.
But now, as I was wheeled into surgery, I saw him kiss Skylar' s hand, a look of sacred devotion in his eyes-the same look he used to give me. The mask came down, and I knew: the plot had won.
When I woke, alone and empty, the first call I heard was not from him, but from my heartbroken housekeeper. My parents, humiliated by Liam's stunt, had taken their own lives.
The man I loved, the man who was supposed to be my protector, had destroyed everything. Now, standing at their desecrated graves, watching him cuddle Skylar, I knew my only path was to disappear forever. The Ultimate Deception: My Wife
Romance Tonight was supposed to be our third anniversary, a celebration of three blissful years with Gabrielle, the woman who saved me after my first wife, Molly, destroyed my family.
I was heading to the master bedroom for her gift when I overheard voices: Gabrielle and Molly.
"You actually pulled it off, Gabi. You married him," Molly said, dripping envy.
Gabrielle laughed, a sound that now sent a chill down my spine. "Of course I did. It was the only way. I had to make him pay for what he did to Ryan, for what he did to our family."
The online scandal, my parents' accident-all of it, her idea.
The woman I loved, the one I thought was my angel, was the architect of my destruction, plotting revenge for a past I didn' t even understand.
My parents? I was the one who anonymously paid off their debts, saving them from ruin. Ryan? He was the bully who tormented me through high school.
My savior was my tormentor, and I had unknowingly invited her into my life for three years of calculated torture.
I forced a brittle smile, pretending not to have heard the sickening truth.
I would make them pay. The Price of Compassion
Fantasy My world shattered in the sterile hallway of the city hospital.
Director Anderson told me the permanent nursing position, my dream job, went to Nicole Chavez.
Why? Because my husband, Matthew, had advocated for Nicole, a "struggling single mother," on compassionate grounds.
The cold dread that settled in my stomach was utterly familiar; it was the same feeling I had in my last life.
In that life, I had gone home, cried, got pregnant, and was later laid off, only to watch my husband hold Nicole' s hand at my funeral and my child call her "mom."
A physical rage burned through me, fueled by the memory of utter betrayal.
But this time, I wasn' t going home to cry; I was reborn at the exact moment the betrayal began. A Wife's Unseen Vengeance
Fantasy My name is Elena. Or it was.
Now, I am just a cold memory clinging to our lake house in the Adirondacks.
For three years, I' ve watched the garden turn wild, a monument to my forgotten life.
Then, an expensive black SUV crunched up the gravel driveway, instantly recognizable as Liam' s.
Liam, my husband, stepped out, a stranger in a tailored suit, here for one twisted reason.
He was here to force me to give Chloe, his mistress, a kidney.
He strutted around, assuming I had simply run away, hiding out of spite.
He didn' t know Chloe had already put me in the ground, just feet from our home.
He muttered insults about me, calling me lazy, unfocused, nothing like "Chloe."
He stormed the house, yelling for me to end my "stupid game," oblivious to my spectral presence.
Even when Marcus, our kind handyman, told him I was dead, Liam laughed it off.
He dismissed it as another one of my "dramatic tricks," then kicked over the crude wooden cross marking my unmarked grave.
His final threat, shouted at empty air, was against our son, Leo, if I didn't appear.
I, a helpless ghost bound by love and rage, could only watch this desecration, unable to scream or stop him.
It was then, as the cross splintered, that the blinding memory of my death returned, sharp and clear.
Chloe, the woman Liam believed, the one he openly preferred, was the architect of my end.
She pushed me from the balcony, watched me fall, then paid two local thugs to finish the job.
They dragged my broken body into the woods and buried me alive, right here, next to the house.
Now, Liam is here, digging with a shovel, convinced he's exposing a charade.
But what he's about to unearth isn' t a trick; it' s the brutal, physical proof of a murder he was too blind to see.
And the dark truth of his perfect Chloe. From Mistress to Mrs. Sullivan
Romance My half-sister, Claire, stood in the town square, her dramatically broken engagement a public spectacle.
Her tears flowed freely, a performance of distraught innocence she'd perfected.
I watched, a familiar chill settling in my chest.
This was exactly how it started last time.
Shortly after, my fiancé, Ethan Prescott, found me.
His handsome face was etched with practiced concern.
He declared he had to marry Claire to save her reputation, then coolly promised I'd still be his—his mistress in the shadows.
In my past life, my refusal led to Claire's staged suicide, public shaming, isolation, and years of abuse under Ethan's roof, ending in his violent plot that killed me and my unborn child.
This time, the rumors branding me cruel spread like wildfire.
Ethan even threatened to send Mrs. Gable, my past tormentor, to "train" me into submission.
He explicitly told me to wear dove-grey for his wedding, befitting a mistress.
The echoes of my worst nightmare were deafening.
How could he repeat such calculated cruelty, and why was I doomed to this cycle of torment?
The injustice, the sheer audacity of their manipulation, burned within me.
But this time, I wouldn't scream or refuse.
Armed with grim foresight, I calmly accepted his proposal.
My audacious secret was already in motion: I would marry Captain Jack Sullivan, Ethan's bitter rival, and reclaim my life. Whispers from Room 7
Horror Two years. My spirit has been tethered to the rotting wood and peeling paint of the Starlight Motel. They told everyone I died here—a self-inflicted wound, the 'problem child' finally snapping. All I felt was a hollow ache, a desperate longing for them to finally see me, to see the truth.
Then, a chilling shift. My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, their voices tight with feigned distress, and my 'perfect' brother Mark, his tone smooth with false concern, were making plans. They'd invited Leo Maxwell, the host of "Legend Trippers," a ghost hunter, to the Starlight. Their aim: to livestream "proof" that I'm a malevolent, vengeful spirit haunting them.
The livestream started, and I watched, helpless, as Mark orchestrated his performance. He painted me as a drug-addled, violent monster, choking back fake sobs as he claimed I "turned the weapon on myself." Leo found "evidence"—a rusty hunting knife and a photo with a chilling message in "my handwriting," clearly planted. The online comments flooded with sympathy for my 'poor' family, condemning me.
My spirit burned with a silent, furious injustice. I wanted to scream, to expose the lies piling up, a suffocating wall I couldn't push through. They wanted to paint me as a monster, again, and I was voiceless. If only they knew what really happened that night. If only they knew who the real monster was.
But then, away from the staged theatrics, Leo's curiosity led him to a dusty old Wurlitzer jukebox in the forgotten diner. Inside, nestled among the wires, he discovered a small, battery-operated cassette recorder. He pressed play, and from the static, my voice, my real voice, hesitantly began to speak. The Sister Who Tried To End Me
Modern Our wedding night. The acrid smell of smoke choked me as roaring flames consumed the beautiful new home I’d bought for Chloe. A heavy vase smashed against my skull. Through the blinding pain, I heard her voice, sharp and cold: "You and Mom and Dad ruined my love. I’ve given everything to Ryan. You destroyed my life. Now you can die with me.” The searing heat enveloped me, then, nothing.
I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my own bed, not the master suite, entirely free of smoke or the ominous red decorations. My heart hammered against my ribs; disbelief warred with the dizzying joy of being alive. But then my eyes landed on the digital clock: 11:03 PM. June 12th. This was *the* night. The night Chloe was drugged, the horrifying prelude to my murder.
A chilling whisper snaked down my spine as Chloe’s strained voice drifted from next door: “Ethan… I don’t feel good…” The phantom pain of shattered ceramic returned, a stark reminder of her betrayal. My first instinct screamed for me to flee, to escape her, to get out while I still could. But a cold, sharp thought pierced through my fear: Chloe was reborn too, and she was still entangled with Ryan. This time, I wouldn't just run. I would expose their schemes, break free from her toxic grip, and ensure my family’s actual tragedy never happened. The Ex I Forgot: A Lover Turned Enemy
Romance After a terrifying rock-climbing fall, I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank slate thanks to selective amnesia.
My best friend, Chloe, gently informed me I’d lost all memory of my long-term, now ex-boyfriend, Ethan Cole.
Though I felt nothing for this forgotten man, he and his glamorous, vindictive girlfriend, Bella Rossi, swiftly re-entered my life, each encounter proving more unsettling than the last.
Their malicious disdain for me was palpable.
From Bella staging a fall and Ethan’s shocking physical assault that broke my hand, to his public humiliation of me and Bella’s brazen plagiarism of my baking designs—which Ethan shockingly validated as a judge—it felt like a relentless campaign to destroy me.
Bella even tried to burn me alive at his parents' house, and Ethan left me in the flames.
How could this man, whom I supposedly loved, be so utterly cruel, even after my amnesia wiped him from my mind?
His continuous betrayal, culminating in the public destruction of my career and Bella's desperate attempt to run me over, deepened my bewilderment and pain, leaving me questioning everything.
But in the chaos, a kind, genuine baker named Noah Evans emerged, shielding me, showing me what true love felt like.
And when a final, devastating trauma jolted my memories back, I faced a choice: succumb to the past or embrace the peaceful, loving future Noah offered, cementing my new life far from Ethan's toxic shadow. You might like
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon Samorodnitsky After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken." Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
Mia Caldwell In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end.
Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced.
This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak.
Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely.
Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings? Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Theodora Birnir The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life.
To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers.
When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance.
Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?"
Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling." 
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