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Claiming My Rival's Ex-Wife As Mine
Romance The freezing champagne hit Evelyn's face with a stinging slap.
Her husband, Jace, stood before her with pure disgust, holding his empty glass.
Beside him, his mistress Kaya clutched his arm, crying perfectly as Jace publicly accused Evelyn of pushing her.
"Evelyn, stop making a scene. It's over."
In her previous life, Evelyn had burst into tears and begged him not to leave her.
But her pathetic love only bought her absolute destruction.
Jace used the fake scandal to force a divorce, leaving her with nothing before leaking her family's pharmaceutical research to competitors.
Her father died under the weight of the bankruptcy, and her mother was driven completely insane.
Evelyn herself ended up locked in a sterile asylum, murdered by a smiling nurse with a cocktail of unknown drugs.
In her final moments, a mysterious presence revealed that her family's ruin was a calculated biological attack.
Until she died, she didn't realize the man she loved had planned to slaughter her family from the very beginning.
Opening her eyes again, the scent of spoiled grapes flooded her senses.
She was back at the gala, right at the beginning of the end.
But this time, the desperate wife was dead.
Evelyn calmly poured a glass of ice water over her own head, washing away the last of her old self.
"A divorce? Of course. My lawyer will be in touch tomorrow." Betrayed by Her Mate: The Awakening of the White Wolf
Werewolf I unlocked my mate's tablet to check the time, but a notification caught my eye: Project Luna.
Curiosity turned to horror as I opened the file. It wasn't a diary. It was a spreadsheet.
Task #104: Public display of affection. Status: Complete.
Task #215: Gift pearls. Status: Complete.
I wasn't Jaxon's soulmate. I was a quarterly projection inherited from his dead brother to secure the pack's assets.
The reality of his indifference nearly killed me at our engagement gala. When the massive chandelier snapped above us, Jaxon didn't shield me.
He used my body as a launchpad to dive toward his mistress, Janice.
I was crushed under lead crystal and silver wire, my flesh burning from the poison. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor, Jaxon carried a scratch-free Janice to safety, screaming at the guards to ignore me.
But the physical scar on my arm was nothing compared to what I found next.
I hacked into Janice’s private account. There was a marriage certificate from Vegas, dated six months ago.
On the exact night I miscarried our child alone on the bathroom floor, begging him to answer his phone, he was marrying her.
He let our pup die while he pledged his life to another.
When he tried to buy my forgiveness with a necklace, only to let Janice snatch it from his hand, I finally snapped.
I threw his money in his face, rejected the bond, and vanished to Norway.
Jaxon thought I would die without him.
He didn't know that the Alpha Supreme of Europe had been waiting a lifetime to find me. The Ghost Bride's Game Of Revenge
Modern After surviving five years of hell in a deep-sea simulation, I finally escaped, battered and broken. I fought my way back for one reason: my fiancé, Derek. But when I found him, he sealed me in a cave and left me to die.
"Just three more days, Eva," he pleaded, his hand holding my pregnant former assistant's. "Our wedding is on Saturday."
My own parents, who had adopted her as their new daughter, believed her lies that I was a monster. They watched as Derek broke my ankle and hand, and my father shattered my ribs.
They left me for dead, trapped and alone, after I had spent five years clinging to their memory.
But I didn't die. I was rescued by a mysterious benefactor who gave me a new life and erased my pain. A year later, when a guilt-ridden Derek tracked me down, begging for a second chance, I smiled. It was my turn to play a game. Too Late To Regret: My Ex-wife Married To My Arch-enemy
Romance Eight years into Lynda Bennett's pursuit of Charles Watson, Charles got drunk and slept with Lynda.
Only when she became pregnant did he reluctantly agree to marry her.
Lynda thought she had finally touched his heart, but on their wedding day, her mother was tragically hit and killed by Charles' niece, Eleanor Watson.
The next day, Charles threatened her with her father's life to make her drop the charges.
It was then that she realized that the person Charles truly loved was always Eleanor.
Eleanor beat Lynda so badly that she ended up in the hospital, and Charles forced Lynda to sign a reconciliation agreement; Eleanor pulled Lynda's father's oxygen tube, and Charles forced Lynda to apologize to Eleanor.
If she didn't comply, Charles would threaten with the divorce.
He believed that Lynda wouldn't leave him because she was pregnant.
But he was wrong.
Lynda not only left but took their daughter and married his arch-enemy.
Charles was beside himself with regret, the once cool and dignified man now humbly kneeling, "Lynda, please forgive me, I'm willing to die to atone."
Lynda turned away with their daughter, without a backward glance.
As she walked away, she uttered, "Then go ahead and die." My Rival, My Only Hope
Romance On my birthday, my mother told me it was time to choose a fiancé from New York's most eligible bachelors. She urged me to pick Alexander Booth, the man I loved with a foolish passion in my previous life.
But I remembered how that love story ended. On the eve of our wedding, Alexander faked his death in a private jet crash.
I spent years as his grieving fiancée, only to find him alive and well on a beach, laughing with the poor student I had personally sponsored. They even had a child.
When I confronted him, our friends-the men who had pretended to comfort me-held me down.
They helped Alexander throw me into the ocean and watched from the pier as I drowned.
As the water closed over my head, only one person showed any real emotion. My childhood rival, Darrian Golden, screamed my name as they held him back, his face twisted in grief. He was the only one who cried at my funeral.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in our penthouse, just a week before the big decision. This time, when my mother asked me to choose Alexander, I gave her a different name. I chose the man who mourned me. I chose Darrian Golden. Seven Years A Prisoner Wife
Romance For seven years, my life was a cold, silent prison.
My husband, David Chen, the tech world' s golden boy, saw me only as his sister Emily' s murderer.
What happened to Emily that day at the lake was an accident, a tragedy.
But to David and my adoptive mother, Olivia, it was my fault, a debt I had to pay every single day.
My punishment?
The hard, cold floor of a barren guest room was my bed.
His cruel words, "A murderer doesn't deserve comfort. This is where you belong," echoed in my ears every night.
Every month, I would present him with divorce papers, a desperate plea for freedom.
And every month, he would tear them, burn them, a grim ritual reminding me there was no escape.
Why did they hate me so much?
What had I truly done to deserve this unending torment, this life lived as a ghost in a gilded cage?
But the constant humiliation, the silent contempt, the pain-it all fueled a secret fire within me.
I meticulously saved every penny, selling sketches online, denying myself even basic necessities to afford a one-way train ticket.
Tonight, the charade ends.
I' m walking away from this living hell, from a man who promised me a life but delivered only a sentence.
I' m reclaiming my name, my future, and the woman I was always meant to be. Her Pain, His Blindness
Romance A sharp, stabbing pain woke me.
3:17 AM. Alone.
I reached for my husband, Mark, but he wasn' t there.
My desperate call for help was answered by Lily, his goddaughter, her voice laced with annoyance.
"Mark is busy. Eleanor isn' t feeling well, so he's here with me."
I tried to explain about the emergency, the searing pain in my abdomen.
She dismissed it as drama and hung up.
Abandoned, I crawled to the phone and dialed 911, whispering, "I think I'm dying."
At the hospital, the doctor' s grim face confirmed my worst fear: a ruptured ectopic pregnancy.
I was bleeding internally and needed emergency surgery.
Alone, I signed the consent form, my hand trembling, tears blurring Sarah Miller into a solitary figure.
When I reached Mark hours later, fresh out of surgery and groggy from anesthesia, his words were cold, clipped.
"What is it now, Sarah?"
Before I could explain, Lily's frantic voice in the background cut me off.
"Mark, come quick! Mom\'s monitor is beeping again!"
He hung up, choosing her over me, over our lost baby, over my near-death experience.
The love I thought was unbreakable shattered into a million pieces.
The next morning, lying in the hospital bed, a cold, hard clarity settled over me.
I had to make him understand.
I sent him my medical reports, hoping the undeniable proof would cut through his blindness.
His reply, however, sealed my fate: "Sarah, this has gone too far. Using a fake medical report to guilt-trip me is a new low."
He called me manipulative, a liar. He chose her over me, again.
The fight drained out of me.
I typed one word: "Okay."
It was over.
I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I was done. The Fifth Anniversary
Romance The scent of roasted chicken, Liam' s favorite, filled the house on our fifth wedding anniversary.
My smile froze as I pushed open our bedroom door, finding Liam in another woman' s arms, her clothes a mess on our floor.
He blamed my alleged infertility-a trauma from an old car accident-for his betrayal, as his mother, Katherine Thorne, and his pregnant mistress, Chloe Bell, joined forces to paint me as unhinged and demand I relinquish everything.
How could the life I meticulously pieced together shatter so completely, so cruelly, for a lie thrown carelessly as an excuse?
But as he grabbed my wrist, a cold calm settled over me, replacing heartbreak with a searing rage. I would not just survive this; I would burn his world to the ground. The Witch They Made Me
Fantasy I sacrificed everything for love, my very essence, my Nahualtse, rebuilding his family' s empire and bearing him nine children-then I fell into a year-long coma.
I awoke expecting to hold my babies, to be reunited with the man who had promised to protect us all.
Instead, I found myself in a crumbling mansion, forced by my husband, Ethan, into a macabre game of "Mafia," where the pieces were our nine toddlers, and the penalty for a wrong choice was their death.
His manipulative childhood friend, Sabrina, had twisted his mind with dark magic, making him believe I was a witch and our children were abominations.
I failed his cruel test, my power too weak to discern my own, and watched in horror as he snapped our daughter' s neck because I made the wrong choice, because I couldn't tell her true nature from the deceit.
How could the man I loved, the father of my children, become such a monstrous stranger, and what more horrors awaited me and my remaining children in his twisted game of death? The Survivor's Echo
Horror I was just another volunteer, living and praying alongside my community, unaware my life was about to shatter despite what I thought were normal interactions with our charismatic leader.
Then, on the very first day of the harvest festival, a sudden, horrifying accusation rang out: I was charged with seducing Elijah, the revered leader of our tight-knit community.
He stood by, silent and impassive, as the elders dragged me to the center of the congregation, allowing them to string me up for a public whipping, pelt me with stones, brand me with a searing iron, and later, imprison me in a filthy, abandoned cabin where he mercilessly scalded my throat with boiling water.
My alleged crime was a twisted atonement for a past life I couldn't even remember, a destiny he claimed we shared, yet his actions felt like a personal hell tailor-made just for me.
With my spirit broken but not extinguished, I knew I had to escape this nightmare, even if it meant faking my own death and disappearing without a trace, hoping to reclaim a life free from his suffocating delusion. Their Own Grave
Modern My phone rang, a too-loud explosion from my brother Kevin, announcing we were rich and a tech giant was buying our block because our family home was "the centerpiece."
My mother, Brenda, immediately piled on, her voice sharp with a lifetime of disappointment, reminding me how I was "wasting my life on other people' s kids for pennies" while Kevin hit the jackpot.
I felt the old, familiar tightness in my chest, the feeling of being small, of being less-than, as they reveled in their imagined fortune.
But then, a text from my daughter Chloe shattered their delusion: Jayden was an idiot.
Their house wasn' t in the deal at all; my dilapidated rental property, which Mom had forced on me as "worthless" years ago, was the actual lynchpin.
The truth hit me: the astronomical number on the official InterCorp letter was for me, Amelia Carter, not them.
Yet, my mother continued to sneer, "You' ll be begging us for scraps soon enough. Have fun with your failing students," before hanging up.
How could they be so arrogantly blind, building a future on a lie, completely unaware that I held the keys to their downfall?
The injustice of years of belittlement, of constantly being labeled a "losing investment," now churned into something cold and quiet.
The pain was gone, replaced by an icy resolve.
"You're going to let them do it, aren't you?" my husband Mark asked, a slow grin spreading as he read Chloe's text and saw the letter.
"I'm going to let them do it," I confirmed, deciding that for the first time, their cruelty wouldn't hurt.
It would be my fuel, and I would watch them dig their own graves. From Broken to Unbreakable
Romance My father lay dying, his last wish a simple Sunday dinner with all of us.
My husband, Mark, already distant, was of course, absent.
Then the doorbell rang, and there stood Jessica Evans, Mark’s intern, visibly pregnant, her harsh words declaring Mark needed to face his responsibilities.
The shock drained the life from my father, and he passed away that very night.
Mark’s voice was flat the next morning, offering only a callous, "That's too bad. I'll try to get away for the funeral."
He didn't ask how I was, he didn’t apologize, and then he proposed a horrifying schedule: weekdays with me, weekends with his pregnant mistress and their unborn child, as if it were "fair."
The word echoed, twisting the knife of betrayal and grief in my gut.
How could the man who once promised me a lifetime of love now offer such a chillingly casual arrangement, prioritizing his image over my shattered heart, forgetting the child we lost supporting his dreams?
That night, as he slept beside me, I quietly opened my laptop, choosing not a divorce lawyer, but a path to freedom and purpose through the American Resilience Corps. The Paid Companion Who Found Love
Romance For four years, Emily was Kyler Hamilton’s self-proclaimed "human tranquilizer," a breathing sedative bought to soothe his crippling anxiety.
To save her family from ruinous debt, she’d accepted the gilded cage of his mansion, enduring his disdain and emotional cruelty, constantly reminded she was nothing more than a paid function.
But at a glittering charity gala, Kyler, in a twisted display of power, publicly announced he was "transferring her service contract" to a quiet librarian for a humiliating "one dollar."
The casual contempt shattered her composure, reducing her value to a discarded, cheap commodity and leaving her utterly bereft, walking out into a future she hadn't dared to dream of.
How could someone take such cruel delight in breaking another, in reducing her existence to an exchange?
Would her worth forever be measured by the dollar that bought her freedom, or could an unexpected act of genuine kindness be the turning point that allowed her to reclaim a life, and a love, priceless beyond Kyler’s comprehension? You might like
Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. Too Late, Mr. CEO: Watch Me Shine
Nieves Gómez Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire.
But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice.
"The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more."
Kayla's blood turned to ice.
"She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition."
The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log.
Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged?
Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down. Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Alpha King
Luo Ye I was a wolfless Rogue, cast out and humiliated when my childhood sweetheart abandoned me to mate with a powerful Alpha's daughter.
To get revenge, I willingly walked into the bed of Graham Rogers, the ruthless Alpha King of New York.
I thought I could use his power, but I traded one monster for an even worse one.
He forced me to sign a suffocating contract, trapping me as his personal assistant and absolute property.
When he found the empty box of the morning-after pill I took, his eyes turned black with terrifying rage.
"Did you really think a filthy rogue bloodline like yours was worthy of carrying my child?"
His brutal fury left me with severe internal injuries that a doctor warned could permanently destroy my body.
While I was trapped in this living hell, my ex and his family, now facing bankruptcy, suddenly came crawling back.
They begged for my forgiveness, hoping to use my new connection to the Alpha King to save their dying pack.
They thought I was still the weak, pathetic girl they could easily manipulate and discard.
But they didn't know I had just discovered they were likely the ones who murdered my parents fourteen years ago.
Looking at my ex's desperate, pleading face, I calmly answered a call from the very devil who held me captive.
I was done being a victim, and I would borrow the beast's power to burn their entire world to the ground. My Unwanted Wife Is A Top Assassin
Qin Wei I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules. Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
Hen Bu I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts! 
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