Mu Hui Xin
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His Sacred Promise, My Stolen Dreams
Modern My fiancé, Ethan, insisted we use our life savings-the money for our dream architectural firm-to buy a house for his widowed friend, Kiera. He called it a sacred promise. I called it betrayal.
After weeks of fighting, I discovered the truth. He hadn't been asking for my permission; he had already emptied our joint account two months ago.
A photo confirmed it: him and Kiera, toasting with champagne, celebrating the day he stole our future. He then had the nerve to ask me to design her new house for free.
When I finally confronted him, he chose to believe her fake pregnancy and her staged fall, calling me a "monster" as he rushed her to the hospital.
He didn't just take our money; he stole my voice and painted me as the villain in his story.
So while he played the hero for her, I quietly canceled our wedding, sold our assets, and booked a one-way ticket to a new life. He thought he was breaking me, but he was setting me free. Burning Down His World Of Lies
Modern My husband, Dax, was cold and distant, obsessed with his ex-girlfriend, Frida. His neglect cost me our first child. Then, Frida' s schemes cost me my dream job.
When I became pregnant again, Dax abandoned me while I was in agony to rush to Frida's side for a minor scratch. This time, I didn't just lose the baby-I almost died.
He never even visited me in the hospital. Instead, he was photographed comforting Frida, his "one true love."
His mother finally revealed the truth: Dax's loyalty stemmed from a twisted childhood memory. He believed he had saved Frida from a traumatic event, a debt he felt he owed her for life.
But as I lay broken, a memory of my own surfaced. A dark warehouse. A kind boy who saved me. A promise whispered. It wasn't Dax. His entire devotion to Frida was built on a lie.
Now, he stands on my doorstep in Argentina, begging for a second chance after I've filed for divorce. He doesn't know that I know his secret. And I'm about to burn his world to the ground. A Husband's Betrayal, A Wife's Reckoning
Romance My Hamptons dream life with Ethan, my rising star finance husband, shattered when masked men invaded our home, leaving me pregnant and terrified.
A month later, my husband’s “fragile” childhood friend, Izzy Vance, suddenly announced her own pregnancy, suspiciously close in timing.
Then came Ethan’s devastating public lie: he claimed Izzy’s baby was his, letting the world believe my child was conceived during the home invasion. My “ordeal baby” became tabloid fodder, and my world imploded.
The man I loved had thrown me to the wolves, prioritizing Izzy’s fabricated image above my real trauma.
He dismissed my pain, my forced abortion, and even my head injury, leaving me bleeding on the street while he rushed to Izzy’s side after a staged accident.
He forced me to donate blood even after my own procedure, and used my public humiliation at a gala to solidify his own hero narrative.
Every interaction became a new cut, cementing my role as the villain in his carefully crafted play.
How could Ethan be so unbelievably blind?
So utterly complicit in my destruction?
The man who promised to protect me had become my greatest betrayer, leaving me broken, grieving, and utterly alone.
But his unwavering faith in Izzy's insidious lies, culminating in her fake accusation of me attacking a pregnant woman, didn't break me. It ignited a cold, steel resolve.
They wanted a lavish baby shower? Oh, I’d bring a gift – a secret that would not only expose their entire charade but detonate their perfect world, ensuring a spectacular downfall for all involved. It was time for my quiet, lethal revenge. The Disgraced Teacher's Ruthless Return
Modern Ten years ago, Cameron Vinson destroyed my Wall Street career to build his empire, leaving me a disgraced schoolteacher. Now, he was back, paying for my father' s life-saving surgery to play the benevolent hero. But his fiancée, jealous of his attention, decided to reveal the truth to my father on his deathbed, killing him instantly with the shock.
"Emilia, look what you've done! You're hysterical!"
Cameron shouted, shoving me away from my father's cooling body while comforting the woman who had just murdered him.
Hailee had shown my father a video proving we were both framed, just to watch the light leave his eyes.
Yet, Cameron stood there protecting her, gaslighting me into believing I was the crazy one.
They thought I was still the helpless victim they could manipulate.
They thought my father' s death was just another loose end tied up.
But as the heart monitor flatlined, my phone buzzed with a message from a ghost of our shared past.
"I have enough evidence to bury Cameron Vinson. Do you need help?"
I looked at the monsters preening over my father's corpse.
I wiped my tears and typed back a single word: "Yes."
The time for grief was over. The time for a hostile takeover had begun. Reborn: A Queen's Vengeance
Romance The grand hall of the royal palace was suffocating, every eye fixed on me as I stood before the throne, about to choose my betrothed.
This supposed day of destiny was, for me, the day my life had already brutally ended before.
I remembered the cold bite of the executioner's axe, the jeering crowd, and Prince Adrian, the man I loved, standing with his new lover, Lady Seraphina, watching me die.
He had accused me of treason-all to clear his path to her.
My last breath was choked with betrayal, then darkness, until I woke up screaming in my own bed, alive again.
I was back, at the very ceremony that had sealed my doom.
King Theron boomed, calling for my choice between General Kaelen and Prince Adrian.
Adrian, handsome and charming, hissed a low warning, meant only for me: "Don't even think about it, Elara. You know who I want."
He then arrogantly announced to the King that his heart belonged to Lady Seraphina, publicly humiliating me.
The old me would have crumbled, but not anymore.
Fueling my resolve with the memory of the axe, I walked past a stunned Adrian, ignoring his fury, and stopped before General Kaelen.
My voice clear and steady for the entire hall to hear, I declared: "I choose General Kaelen."
The silence was deafening, the murmurs of scandal already rising.
Adrian, enraged by my defiance, later cornered me, his eyes blazing.
"You're trying to make me jealous," he sneered, then leaned in, whispering, "When you get tired of his boring silence, you can come to me. I'll keep you as a mistress. It might be... amusing."
The arrogance, the sheer disregard for my dignity, fueled a cold, hard anger within me.
"You are mistaken, Adrian," I replied, my voice like ice. "I belong to no one but myself. And my future belongs to General Kaelen."
He failed to grasp that I was not the girl he knew, leaving him sputtering in indignation.
Days later, his scheme with Seraphina to extort my dowry by faking an injury led to Adrian striking me, then shoving my loyal maid, Lyra, who hit her head and lay still.
Seeing Lyra, my innocent, loyal maid, injured because of them, something inside me snapped.
The last vestiges of my old self burned away, leaving only a cold, pure, diamond-hard rage.
They had gone too far.
They had hurt my people.
And for that, they would pay.
I made a silent vow, looking at Lyra' s still form: I will not just survive.
I will not just win.
I will destroy you.
Just then, a calm, cold voice broke through the tension, "You will not touch her."
General Kaelen stood in the doorway, dust-worn armor telling of his rapid return, his hand on his greatsword.
He was back. The Billionaire's Fake Wife, My Revenge
Romance After three years abroad, I came home to surprise my secret husband, tech billionaire Gilbert Davis. He was finally CEO of his family's empire, and I believed our life together was about to begin.
The surprise was on me. The first thing I learned wasn't from him, but from the breaking news alerts: Gilbert was engaged to an influencer named Hayden Torres, his supposed long-lost love.
The world shattered when I saw her picture. She had my face. Then the truth unraveled, each piece more horrific than the last. Hayden was my half-sister. Our three-year marriage was a forged document, a cruel play he staged because I was a convenient substitute for the woman he was actually married to the entire time.
He wasn't just a liar; he was a monster. He lured me to a hospital under the pretense of care, only to reveal his true plan: to force me into a tissue transplant to save Hayden's life.
But as I lay in that hospital bed, a prisoner waiting to be harvested, I recorded a conversation that turned my grief into rage. They hadn't just stolen my husband and my future-they had murdered my mother.
They thought I was a victim they could discard. They were about to find out I was the architect of their ruin. Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter
Romance My husband, Emit Arnold, only touches me when he's too drunk to remember he hates my guts. For three years, he's blamed me for the death of his true love, Everleigh.
Yesterday, he brought a woman home who had plastic surgery to look exactly like her.
Then my own twin children stood before me and told me to get out.
"Daddy brought our new mommy home," they said. "You have to leave now."
The woman, my adoptive sister Gigi, then deliberately cut her own leg with a knife and blamed me for it.
When Emit saw her bleeding, he didn't hesitate. He shoved me to the floor.
Later, his sister Isadora slapped me, her eyes burning with hate. "I'm the one who told everyone you killed Everleigh," she hissed. "And I'll keep telling them."
My children, my husband, my in-laws—they all chose the woman wearing a dead person's face over me. The love I had held onto for so long was finally gone.
That night, he cornered me in my room, ripped the dress from my body, and called me filthy.
He thought I would break.
Instead, I walked back into the living room, picked up the divorce papers I had already prepared, and threw them right in his face. From Pawn to CEO Queen
Romance The phone rang, splitting the quiet of my father's funeral home. It was Mark, my boyfriend of three years, who was supposed to be here holding my hand.
"Ava," he rushed, "I can't make it. Chloe's having another panic attack."
The air in my lungs turned to ice. Chloe Davis, a friend of a friend, always "fragile," always needing Mark. My voice broke as I whispered, "Mark, I have no one right now but you." He called me strong, an excuse to abandon me at my weakest.
Later that night, he finally came home, exhausted from comforting Chloe. He looked at me with cold eyes. "About the house your father left you... Chloe's landlord is kicking her out." He suggested I sign my father's house, the only thing I had left, over to her.
A hollow ache fractured into cruel betrayal. He wasn't just abandoning me; he was trying to erase me. I stood there, speechless, the System's quiet hum in my mind confirming my utter heartbreak.
"I'm done," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "I want a divorce." He scoffed, stepping aside as my mother stormed in, slapping me and accusing me of being selfish, jealous of "poor Chloe." Then, Chloe walked in, clinging to Mark, whispering apologies, playing the blameless victim. My mother cooed over her, bringing her tea on my couch. The life I built was stripped away, piece by piece, handed to her. I was the villain.
Days later, I saw them through the office glass: Mark, his hands on Chloe's shoulders, telling everyone how "natural" she was at my job, even offering her my share of the company. A wave of nausea hit me. He was giving away my life.
Then, Chloe fell to her knees, sobbing, "If I don't complete the quest, my System will execute me!" My blood ran cold. My entire life, my heartbreak, was just a game, and I was the final boss. Mark knew. He watched me grieve, he watched me break, and he enjoyed it. The pain ripped through my chest. "Goodbye, Mark." And then, everything went dark.
Five years later, I'm CEO of my own firm, thriving, with Zephyr, my System, now a human companion. He tells me Mark has spent years torturing Chloe, trying to cross dimensions to find me. I see Mark, gaunt and manic, screaming at a chained Chloe, desperate to reach me.
"Mark," I say, my disembodied voice echoing. "It's over." But he tries to force a gateway. Zephyr appears, stopping him, a deep, resonant voice proclaiming, "I'm the one who always chose her." He turns to me, his eyes filled with unwavering affection. "I love you, Ava Miller. I always have." And as he leans in to kiss me, I know I'm home. The Day Love Died
Romance My game, "Echoes of Starlight," the culmination of years of my life, was finally launching. My wife, Chloe, wasn' t there, opting instead for a critical business dinner with her partner, Liam.
The moment it went live, a text from her arrived, calling my life' s work a mere "hobby," a phrase that felt like a mockery, solidifying the sickening feeling that for years, "for us" had always meant "for her ambition, fueled by my dreams."
That night, Liam's cologne clinging to her, she breezily dismissed my hurt, doubling down on her priorities, until I, completely hollowed out, declared our marriage over. In a dramatic twist, I revealed years of hidden financial success from my "little pixel art," shattering her condescending view of me.
The final blow came at a tech gala, where I, the "Breakout Developer," was courted by a publishing giant, a scene she witnessed in shocked silence. She tried to reconcile, desperately asking if I still loved her, even using our shared tragedy-a miscarriage-as a bargaining chip.
But the love had died, starved by her neglect. I calmly told her, "No." My freedom had finally begun. The Debt of Deception
Horror My bank account was a graveyard of numbers, each one a testament to my crushing debt.
One hundred and fifty-two thousand, four hundred and eighty-one dollars and sixty-two cents, to be exact.
It all started when Jennifer Chavez, my ex-colleague, whispered about an impending grid collapse.
I believed her. I drained credit cards, took out high-interest loans, and filled my Portland apartment with freeze-dried food and solar generators.
Then Jennifer posted from Bali, "#blessed."
The grid never went down. My life, however, did.
Eviction notices piled up, and my phone wouldn't stop buzzing with collection calls.
I hated Jennifer. I hated her effortless success while I stared at a mountain of useless survival gear, suffocating under my own stupidity.
Just when I considered oblivion, my obnoxious upstairs neighbor, Sweet_Caroline, shrieked, "I make more money in one of these livestreams than you probably make in a month."
Something snapped.
What if I gave them an apocalypse? She Took My Money, Not My Soul
Modern After three years working my ass off on an oil rig in the North Sea, all I wanted was a cold beer and my wife, Gabrielle.
Instead, I came home early to an empty, neglected house and found her playing house with her high school sweetheart, Wesley Clark, by the duck pond.
She slapped me, right there in the park, and screamed that I had abandoned her, accusing me of cheating while I was thousands of miles away paying for her family's every need.
How could she twist the truth so profoundly, to cast me as the villain when she was the one having an affair and squandering my money?
But as I walked away from the wreckage of my marriage, a cold realization solidified into a dangerous plan: if she and her new lover thought they could get rich by destroying me, they were about to learn a very painful lesson about loyalty and consequences. The Woman They Underestimated
Romance I thought I had it all: a miracle pregnancy after a year of grueling IVF, and a loving husband, Liam, who seemingly saved me from my family's ruin by providing lavish care for my ailing mother. He was my protector, my savior.
But a surprise prenatal check-up took me to a discreet private clinic I' d never seen. Liam dropped a bombshell: his childhood friend, Isabella, was dying and needed a bone marrow transplant. My blood was a perfect match.
Then came the chilling demand: terminate our much-awaited pregnancy. When I refused, he calmly laid out his threat: if I didn't comply, my sick mother' s life-sustaining care, fully under his control, would cease. Trapped and terrified, I submitted.
Waking up, I learned Liam had flown to Switzerland with Isabella. Then came the video: Isabella, triumphant, as Liam meticulously peeled a grape for her, a gesture he' d always refused me. A phone call confirmed my nightmare: Isabella revealed Liam married me solely for my compatibility as a donor. She' d even tormented my mother, bragging about my sacrifice, causing her agitated death on the same night.
I was a tool, my baby gone, my mother murdered. But when Liam tried to delete the damning security footage, my old friend Julian revealed a hidden backup. Now, with Liam and Isabella believing they' d won, I understand the ultimate betrayal. They destroyed everything I held dear. It' s time they learned what a woman with nothing left to lose can do. No More Sacrifices
Modern The smell of cheap hotdogs and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air.
I stood there, watching Jake Henderson, the town's golden boy, showing off on the old wooden tower.
Just like before, he was about to fall.
Last time, I sacrificed everything. I became his human shield, shattering my hand, losing my art scholarship, and condemning myself to a lifetime of his manipulation and infidelity.
He married me out of supposed obligation, then poisoned our children against me, constantly whispering how I' d supposedly stolen his chance with Tiffany, his 'white moonlight' who' d effortlessly claimed my future.
I died alone, full of agonizing regret in a sterile room, my dreams turned to ash.
But now, I was back.
Frozen at the exact same moment, watching him teeter.
A cold, unwavering resolve washed over me.
No. More. Sacrifices.
This time, I wouldn't move an inch.
Let him fall.
This was my chance to shatter the chains of the past, reclaim my stolen future, and finally build a life free from Jake. His Unhinged Wife\'s Truth
Modern My five-year-old son, Leo, was the sunshine of my life, even with the constant shadow of his severe peanut allergy.
At the town picnic, Leo took a bite of a cookie, and suddenly, his vibrant laughter turned into a terrifying, choked gasp.
I screamed for my husband, Mark, to get the EpiPen, but his eyes were glued on Tiffany, the preacher's daughter, as she dramatically faked a faint, her Southern charm a cruel façade.
Mark, annoyed by my panic, fumbled, then dropped the vital medication to rush to Tiffany' s side, coldly telling me to "just use the damn thing."
Precious seconds became an eternity as I jammed the EpiPen into Leo' s thigh, but it was too late.
My son died in my arms while Mark, concerned only with appearances, blamed me, then threw me out of our home.
He then twisted the narrative, using his influence to have me forcibly committed to a psychiatric hospital, branding me as an "unhinged" mother to the entire town.
How could he, the man I loved, systematically destroy my reputation and freedom immediately after our child's death, all to protect his own ambitions?
Just as I believed I had nothing left, an old friend, David, who had built a tech empire and returned to town in a wheelchair, offered me a stunningly strategic proposal: "Marry me."
He promised a home, security, and the leverage to fight back, igniting a cold, powerful resolve in my shattered heart. 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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