Ola Wilde
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The Mute Wife's Secret Genius Comeback
Modern For three years, I’ve played the role of the broken, mute trophy wife to the "Ice King" Heinrich Lloyd. While the world sees me as a fragile liability, I’ve been building a cage of silence to keep the monsters out, hiding my true identity as a high-level dark web hacker known as Ghost.
The cage shattered when my mother-in-law cornered me at a private clinic and demanded I sign away my future. She didn't want my cooperation; she wanted my replacement. She introduced Aria, a ruthless socialite, as the "better vessel" who would carry my husband’s child because my own womb was deemed "hostile."
To ensure I wouldn't fight back, they shoved a fake psychiatric report across the table, threatening me with a permanent sanitarium stay and a forced conservatorship if I didn't relinquish my parental rights and my marriage. When I fled in a panic, Heinrich didn't offer comfort; he caught me at a bar, dragged me home like misbehaving property, and told me to stop being an embarrassment.
Now, the nightmare has followed me to my secret day job. Aria walked into my office as a "consultant," leaning in to whisper that she could smell my fear through my cheap clothes and fake glasses. She thinks I’m a cornered rat, a woman so pathetic she can’t even find the voice to scream for help.
I stared at her, my fingers clutching the micro-recorder hidden in my pearls. They have no idea that the "mute" wife they despise has already mapped out every dirty transaction in their offshore accounts and discovered the massive gambling debts Aria is trying to hide.
I felt a searing rage in my chest, a fire that had been smoldering for three years. They think they’ve trapped a bird, but they’ve actually locked themselves in with a ghost. I’m done hiding behind a tremor in my hands and a vacant stare.
"Sign it," Gerri had commanded back at the clinic. "This is a notification, not a negotiation."
She was right about one thing. It isn't a negotiation anymore. It's a declaration of war, and I’m going to burn their entire legacy to the ground. The Unwanted Wife He Broke In Rain
Mafia My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, forced me to kneel in the freezing mud to apologize to his mistress.
He believed her fake tears over my dignity.
While the icy rain soaked through my dress, a sharp, jagged cramp seized my body. I screamed for him, begging for help as I felt the life slipping out of me.
But Dante didn't move. He just lit a cigarette, his eyes cold as steel.
"Get up when you are ready to learn respect," he said.
He walked inside with her, locking the door and leaving me to bleed out in the storm.
I lost the baby that night. The doctors told me the damage was permanent—I was barren.
I thought that was the bottom, but I was wrong. When I returned to the estate, a ghost in my own home, he threw me into a flooded cellar full of rats because Elena accused me of poisoning her son.
He tortured me for days to protect a child that wasn't even his.
That was the moment the love died.
So, while he was away on business, I didn't just pack a bag. I executed a plan three years in the making.
I vanished.
But before I disappeared, I left him a gift on his desk. A USB drive containing the security footage of Elena’s lies, the medical report of the miscarriage he caused, and a paternity test proving he had destroyed his true family for a stranger's bastard.
By the time he fell to his knees screaming my name, I was already gone. When Love Became A Weapon
Modern I sat in the front row of the theater, my hand in my fiancé' s, waiting for the premiere of the true-crime podcast he' d been consulting on.
But when the host' s voice filled the room, it wasn' t telling the story of how I survived a brutal kidnapping-it was accusing me of faking it for attention.
And the "anonymous source" who provided my private therapy tapes was the man sitting right next to me.
Dr. Erik Nichols wasn't just the psychiatrist who "saved" me; he was the mole who handed my darkest traumas to his ex-girlfriend for a viral hit.
On stage, they played my weeping confessions, edited to sound like manipulation.
The audience turned on me, jeering at the "Girl Who Cried Wolf."
Erik grabbed my arm, whispering that this public humiliation was just "exposure therapy" for my own good.
I was drowning in panic until a booming voice cut through the crowd.
"Let her go."
FBI Agent Ewing Oconnor, the man who actually found me in that cabin years ago, stepped onto the stage with his badge raised.
He didn't just rescue me from the mob; he handed me the weapon to fight back.
Now, I' m not just the survivor.
I' m the plaintiff, and I' m coming for everything they have. His Regret, My Unbought Freedom
Modern My husband left me to die in a fire, choosing to save his mistress while I lost our baby in the flames.
But my suffering had only just begun. He and his lover then tried to poison me, swapping my life-saving medication for tranquilizers.
When that didn't work, he orchestrated a car crash that shattered my legs, leaving me crippled and helpless.
His final act of cruelty was on his yacht. He watched as his mistress framed me, then locked me in a room with a group of thugs who left me for dead.
I threw myself into the ocean that night, choosing the cold, dark water over the monsters on that boat.
I survived. I rebuilt my life, found a man who cherished my broken pieces, and was about to get married.
Then, August crashed my engagement party. He told me he'd destroyed his mistress and was giving me his entire fortune. He thought he could buy his way back into my life.
He was about to learn that some things can't be fixed with money. The Monster Who Saved Me
Romance For twenty years, I, Sarah Miller, played the perfect adoptive daughter, quiet and grateful, believing it was enough to earn their love.
Then Chloe, their biological daughter, returned from abroad, and my carefully constructed world began to shatter.
First, they pressured me to sign away the inheritance my grandmother left me, claiming Chloe "needed a strong start."
Then, my fiancé, Liam, the man I was supposed to marry in three months, abandoned me, confessing "Chloe needs me."
The ultimate betrayal came when my adoptive parents commanded me to marry Ethan Blackwood-a recluse rumored to be disfigured, disabled, and monstrous-to secure a business deal they refused their precious Chloe.
I became a tool, a spare part to be used and discarded, my purpose reduced to being sacrificed for their real daughter.
But what they saw as my defeat was merely the beginning.
I walked into that arranged marriage to a supposed monster, ready to lose everything, without realizing I was about to gain more than I ever imagined. Blinded Bride, Vengeful Heart
Horror The world was a blur, then nothing.
I woke up to blinding darkness and a chemical stench, my eyes replaced by thick bandages.
Panic set in fast.
Then, Liam, my fiancé, was there, his voice a balm.
"What happened? Our wedding is tomorrow."
He soothed me, but a cold dread seeped in. I was blind.
I overheard Liam' s hushed, chilling conversation.
He told the doctor, "Ashley Green… The donation is coming from Chloe. It's a perfect match."
My blood ran cold. They wanted my eyes, while I was alive.
Then, the final blow. "I want her uterus removed."
The man I was to marry was systematically carving me up for his true love, my protégé, Ashley.
They thought me a broken thing.
They were wrong.
They had given me a new reason to live.
Revenge.
I would play the part of the devoted, broken fiancée.
And I would make them pay for everything.
My family, the powerful Davis clan, had no idea what had become of their secretly wealthy daughter.
Little did Liam know, he was inviting my eldest brother, Ethan Davis, to officiate our wedding.
My undoing would become their demise. Marrying My Math Tutor: A Decade In The Making
Romance "I do." The words sealed my fate.
My wedding day, finally, after years of wanting this quiet happiness with Andrew.
But then, the doors burst open, and Ryan Clark, my childhood friend, my first love, strode down the aisle.
"Gabrielle, don't do this! You can't marry him, it's always been me!" he declared, grabbing my hand amidst gasps from the guests.
I let him pull me away, past the shocked faces of friends and family, and out of the venue.
Once outside, the mask dropped. His cruel laughter echoed, "She actually did it! She ditched her own wedding for me!"
That's when I heard it, the words that shattered my world like ice: "One hundred bucks. I honestly thought she'd finally grown a spine."
It was all a bet, a calculated humiliation, a performance designed to prove I was his pathetic puppet. He just laughed and told me to go back inside, "If he'll even have you."
How could someone I loved so deeply be so utterly heartless, so devoid of real emotion? Was my entire life with him a lie, a cruel joke for his twisted amusement?
But then, as I walked back, a loud POP, confetti, and Andrew's warm smile awaited me, ready to begin our future. Little did Ryan know, he wasn't crashing my wedding; he was performing an act in my meticulously planned revenge, a performance that would expose his monstrosity and free me for good. The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal
Romance It ended in a tub of cold, red water, inside the luxurious cabin on Puget Sound Julian called our "gilded cage."
For a year, he had tortured me, his wife, driven by the belief my family murdered his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, so I could have her heart.
My final act was an escape.
But death brought no peace.
Instead, I hovered, a translucent spirit, watching Julian find my body.
I waited for shock, for panic.
Instead, a slow, cold smile spread across his handsome face.
He didn't rush to my side; he laughed.
A guttural sound of pure triumph, tears of victory streaming down his face.
My death wasn't a tragedy to him; it was the final act of his revenge.
From the shadows, I watched as he scattered my ashes to the wind, declaring me "trash," dismissing my last handwritten note about a chocolate cake without a second glance.
I died thinking this was his ultimate victory.
But as a silent, weightless shadow, something shifted.
I felt his thoughts, intrusive and unwanted, turning from his lost love to me.
A terrifying doubt began to blossom: What if his entire crusade, his all-consuming hatred, was built on a horrifying lie?
What if his Summer hadn't been murdered at all?
I, Elara, the woman he swore was a thief, his greatest enemy, became a prisoner even in death, bound to witness the unraveling of the monster I had foolishly loved.
He thought he won, but he was about to learn that my passing wasn't the end of his torment.
It was just the beginning.
And I would be there, a silent witness, to his agonizing, self-inflicted destruction. The Price of His Lies: Her Unshakeable Peace
Romance I was blinded by love, pouring every spare cent and endless late nights into his dreams, even passing on a scholarship to stay by his side.
Graduation day was meant to be my triumph, valedictorian honors awaiting, my future with Ethan stretching bright before us.
But instead, the Dean's grave voice announced an accusation of academic fraud, and my name was tragically linked with Chloe' s, Ethan' s 'childhood friend,' who feigned innocence.
"It was mine," Chloe sobbed, loud enough for the microphone, "Sarah stole my work."
Then, the man I loved, my everything, stepped forward, not for me, but to embrace her, publicly declaring his belief in Chloe' s lies, accusing me of bullying.
My world didn't just crumble; it turned to dust.
My diploma was instantly withheld, my honors stripped, and my future, painstakingly built, evaporated into thin air.
Every eye in that auditorium judged me, condemned me, while the man who once swore to build an empire with me watched my humiliation, his face a mask of cold righteousness.
How could the man who promised eternal love betray me so easily, abandoning me to public ruin for a fabricated story?
The searing pain of that injustice fueled every step as I fled, leaving behind my shattered past.
Five years later, I returned to a college reunion, a woman transformed, only to find Ethan on one knee, holding a diamond, naively believing he could reclaim the girl whose life he ruthlessly destroyed. Beyond Redemption: A Mother's Fury
Modern The sunlight hit my face, bright and familiar. The scent of Mark' s pancakes drifted upstairs, and I could already picture Emily' s excited squeal. It was going to be a big day, a theme park adventure. A perfect family morning.
But then the memory hit me like a sledgehammer. This wasn' t just a morning; it was that morning. The day Emily died.
Last time, my husband Mark and his mistress Chloe had dismissed my daughter Emily' s sudden illness as "faking it." They wanted their perfect weekend. They waited too long. Peanuts. An allergic reaction. My sweet girl died because they prioritized their illicit affair over her life.
My heart hammered, a drumbeat of terror and rage. It wasn' t a nightmare. It was real. Again. How could fate be this cruel, this twisted, giving me this tormenting déjà vu? But a cold, steely certainty settled over me: not this time. Not ever again.
I flung back the covers, hands shaking, but my resolve was iron-hard. I had been given a surreal, terrifying second chance. Emily would live. And as for Mark and Chloe? They would learn that a mother' s fury, born from unimaginable loss, would make them wish they' d never seen this day. This was a new game, and I was playing to win. Shattered Legacy: A Woman Reborn
Fantasy In the hidden hollows of the Appalachians, my family knew a secret: a spark of life, a whisper of old magic in our blood that could make the barren fruitful. It was just folklore until Eleanor Montgomery arrived, her son Ethan, heir to a sprawling industrial empire, dying. Desperate, my family agreed: I, Sarah-Mae Jenkins, would marry Ethan, save him, and secure our future.
My "gift" worked. I conceived twins, and Ethan recovered, vibrant and strong. But on the day our healthy babies were born, he stood over me, cruel and triumphant, and smothered them. "Mountain trash," he spat, then sealed me alive in their cold family crypt.
To erase all trace, Montgomery Industries orchestrated a chemical spill, annihilating my entire valley, my home, my people. Every hope, every life, gone. Everything I had, destroyed.
Why such monstrous cruelty for a boy' s twisted obsession? Why was my very essence, my gift of life, deemed a curse worthy of such utter annihilation? The pain was a living thing, consuming me.
Then, darkness. Then, light. I gasped awake in my own bed, back in the small cabin, on the very day Eleanor Montgomery' s black car would wind its way up our mountain road. This time, there would be no bargain. This time, Sarah-Mae Jenkins was reborn for one purpose: revenge. My Mother, My Attacker
Young Adult My NFL dream was within reach, a scholarship to A&M, a future as a star quarterback.
Life felt perfect under the Friday night lights.
Then, one night, after a showcase game, I was dragged behind the bleachers.
Blinding pain ripped through me, a sound like splintering wood from my throwing arm, then blackness.
I woke up in the hospital, my body broken.
But the true nightmare began when I overheard my mom and sister, supposedly my heartbroken family, plotting.
They had hired the thugs who attacked me.
It was all to "slow me down," to "clear the path" for my half-brother, Caleb.
They wanted me to miss the combine, to make sure Caleb got his shot.
My own mother engineered my brutal assault.
Caleb even came to my hospital room and staged a pathetic fake attack, making me look like the monster.
The perfect family, the supportive mother, the caring sister—all a grotesque, suffocating lie.
My entire future, my identity, shattered by the very people who claimed to love me.
How could they do this?
Lying there, crippled and utterly betrayed, a desperate memory resurfaced: a crumpled note from my deceased father, a number for a grandfather, an oil baron I’d never met.
With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone.
It was my only hope. The Vengeful Goddess Returns
History After being harmed, my soul left my body, and I discovered the truth that my whole family wanted to harm me. So I started to fight back.
I began to teach my younger brother, distance myself from my fiancé, take control of the family business, and audit my mother's dowry shop. I forced my stepmother and father to make up for the embezzled money, and then set a trap to catch my stepsister Nora and fiancé Max in the act of adultery, spreading the scandal throughout Eighphia.
After seeking treatment from a renowned doctor, my health gradually improved. I exposed my stepmother's actions against me, sought revenge, and gradually revealed the truth that it was my own good father who was behind the harm to me and my mother.
Through confrontation and covert investigation, I gathered evidence and uncovered a secret that was enough to destroy my father's entire family...
I avenged myself and my mother, and also found a fulfilling marriage. You might like
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Huo Wuer Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty.
When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn.
Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance.
Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room.
How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice.
I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for.
I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten. 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!" 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 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." 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." The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
Qing Shui I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news.
"Parole denied."
My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU.
"Sign it. You walk out today."
I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation.
I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate.
I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood.
As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home.
"Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life."
I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground. Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Lila Rivers Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past.
On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse.
But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened.
Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation.
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Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail.
But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world." 
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