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The Ghost Surgeon's Revenge: Rising From Ashes
Modern I was the trophy wife of Wall Street’s golden boy, Spencer Elliott. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, silent spouse, enduring his coldness and his mother’s venom. I did it all because Spencer was the only person paying for the experimental medical care keeping my dying mother alive.
But during a high-society gala, the gilded cage finally broke. I overheard Spencer laughing with his mistress about the "custom cocktail" he was feeding my mother. He wasn't paying for her cure; he was paying a doctor to systematically poison her with sedatives to keep me dependent and compliant until his forty-million-dollar inheritance vested.
When I tried to confront him, the mask of the perfect husband shattered. He dragged me by my hair into our bedroom and slammed me against the wall, his eyes cold and murderous.
"If you ever try to leave, your mother gets an overdose. Accidentally, of course."
He told me I was nothing more than a pawn for his payout. I realized then that my entire marriage was a calculated swindle, and the man I thought was my savior was actually my mother's executioner.
The betrayal was so deep it turned my blood to ice. Every sacrifice I had made and every humiliation I had swallowed was built on a monstrous lie. I felt a cold, sharp rage replacing my despair, a surgeon’s focus shifting from healing to a much more dangerous kind of excision.
That’s when Julian Sterling, the most feared man in the city, stepped out of the shadows to burn my world down. He rescued me from Spencer’s violence and promised me a life of freedom, but as I finally exhaled in his arms, my secret burner phone buzzed with an encrypted message. The man who originally ruined my family was back, and the last time he was seen, he was standing right next to Julian. Is my new protector my greatest ally, or the target I've been hunting all along? The Invisible Girl's Parisian Escape
Romance I spent my entire life loving Mark, the man who became my guardian after my parents died. For his return from a three-month trip, I cooked the perfect dinner, certain he would finally see me as a woman.
Instead, he invited me to a celebratory dinner the next night, where he introduced me to his stunning fiancée. The celebration was for their engagement.
"Isabelle, this is Clara," he said, his voice glowing with a love he had never shown me. "The one who's been like a little sister to me all these years."
They spent the evening discussing their wedding plans, their shared joy a surreal torture. My years of devotion felt like a joke.
He was so lost in his happiness that he never noticed my silence, the way my hope curdled into a thick, choking humiliation. I was invisible.
But back in the apartment he paid for, an acceptance letter was waiting for me: a full scholarship to a design institute in Paris.
When he found me packing the next day, demanding to know what was going on, I placed my key on the table. And I walked out of his life forever. Beg For Me, My Love
Romance The steady hum of my tattoo gun was usually my sanctuary, but today, it couldn't drown out the screaming numbers on Olivia' s medical bill-a crushing reminder that my artistic integrity wouldn't save my sister.
Then the bell above the door chimed, and she walked back into my life, a ghost from a past I' d desperately tried to outrun.
Sophia Davis, the woman I' d chosen to brutally abandon five years ago to protect her from my "unworthy" existence, now stood in my humble studio, elegant and cold, looking like she' d stepped straight off a magazine cover.
She didn't come to reminisce; she came to collect, dropping a blank check on Olivia's bill and declaring, "I want to see you beg, Ethan."
My pride demanded I refuse, but the image of Olivia's frail face forced the humiliating words from my lips: "Please, Sophia, I need this job. I… I'll do anything."
She watched, her eyes gleaming with triumph, before labeling me her "trophy artist," a personal possession to be controlled.
I thought I understood her cold, calculated revenge-until a late-night call from her best friend led me to Sophia, drunk and vulnerable, muttering, "Get Ethan. He's my dog. He has to come when I call."
As I carried her home, the ice queen slipped, hinting at a pain just as deep as mine, and a lingering desire to see me. No Longer Her Wounded Puppy
Billionaires The last thing I remembered was the cold concrete against my cheek and the metallic taste of my own blood.
Above the ringing in my ears, I heard Olivia, my wife, screaming, not for me, but for Ethan, her charming assistant.
I had pushed her out of the way of falling scaffolding, saving her life, only for a steel pipe to crush mine; a minor gash on Ethan' s forehead was treated like a mortal wound while my entire life drained away.
As paramedics rushed Ethan onto a stretcher, my vision blurred, and the brutal truth crystallized: all my sacrifices, years working to support her dreams, meant nothing.
I was worth less than her lover's superficial cut, and my love for her finally died, just moments before I did.
Then, I blinked.
Suddenly, the sterile hospital smell was gone, replaced by Olivia' s familiar, expensive perfume, and I was standing whole, pain-free, in the living room of our ridiculously large, empty house.
It was the night of our biggest fight, a week before the accident, a fight that had set the stage for the end.
"Liam, I' m tired of this," she said, tossing a black credit card onto the coffee table.
"Here. A million-dollar credit line. Go buy yourself whatever you want. Just stop acting like a wounded puppy every time I spend time with Ethan. It' s pathetic."
In my past life, her words had shattered me, driving me to refuse the card and plead for her love, a futile mistake.
But this time, I was reborn.
I calmly picked up the card, a chilling question forming on my lips: "So I can spend as much as I want?" Abandoned Bride, Avenged Heart
Billionaires The day I was supposed to get married, my world shattered.
Headlines screamed: "Tech Mogul Liam Vance Dies in Fiery Car Crash."
My white wedding dress hung unused, replaced by black.
The world saw tragedy, but quickly, their grief turned into venom aimed solely at me.
"She was probably a gold digger anyway."
"Maybe she drove him to it."
The whispers followed me, sympathy curdling into suspicion, especially once my pregnancy became known.
Then, at his memorial, I saw him.
A man identical to Liam, his cousin Daniel, their resemblance unsettlingly perfect.
I overheard a conversation that obliterated my reality.
"I never really liked Ava, that struggling architect," Liam's mother hissed, "But she\'s carrying your child. Was it worth faking your death and putting on such a show for that B-list influencer?"
My fiancé wasn't dead.
He had orchestrated his own demise, abandoned me, left me to a public firing squad, all for some woman named Chloe.
His parents were complicit, their support nothing but a calculated act to secure their heir.
The rage was a fire, burning away my grief.
They thought I was resilient, a pawn to be discarded after I served my purpose.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.
I stumbled out, sending a message to a distant relative: "I\'ve made up my decision. Give me a month. I\'m willing to dedicate my life to humanitarian work, serving those in need for generations."
A reply came instantly. "This path requires you to sever all worldly ties. You will become a vessel for a greater purpose. Are you prepared for that sacrifice?"
My past was a lie, my future stolen.
"Yes," I typed back. "I am." Finding Peace, Not Love
Romance Tonight was my engagement gala to Arthur, the renowned art dealer who was my mentor, my patron, and my entire world.
He was giving a speech when he suddenly abandoned me on stage, in front of hundreds of guests, to rush to the side of his beautiful, widowed sister-in-law, Isabella.
The public humiliation was crushing, but the true horror came later.
I found them together, their long-standing affair undeniable, and in the ensuing confrontation, I fell down a flight of stairs and cracked my head open.
At the hospital, I was bleeding out and in desperate need of a blood transfusion.
I watched as Arthur, the man I loved, grabbed a doctor.
But he didn't point at me.
He pointed at Isabella, who was faking a fainting spell beside him.
"Give her the blood!" he screamed, his voice filled with panic. "My fiancée is pregnant with my child!"
He was willing to let me die.
The man I had pulled from the depths of grief, whose career I had sacrificed my own to rebuild, was ready to sacrifice my life for his manipulative mistress and her fabricated pregnancy.
My love wasn't just unrequited; it was a liability he was trying to discard.
As my vision faded to black, my heart didn't just break; it turned to ice.
When I opened my eyes again, the girl who loved Arthur Thorne was dead.
And the woman who would destroy him had just been born. From Ruin to Redemption
Modern The hospital board' s letter felt like a death sentence for my career, accusing me of medical negligence and intellectual property theft.
I knew immediately who was behind this malicious attack: Julian Vance, my father' s former protégé, a man whose brilliance was shadowed only by his ruthless ambition.
My world, painstakingly built through years of dedication as a neurosurgeon, was crumbling, and my ailing father, Dr. Arthur Reed, sat distant and lost to the neurological disorder slowly stealing him from me.
Julian, once a trusted family friend, now stood on my doorstep with fake concern, twisting my deepest vulnerabilities-my mother's death, my sacrifice of a prestigious fellowship to care for my father-into accusations of emotional instability.
He wasn't just trying to steal my father's groundbreaking research; he was actively poisoning every relationship, every support system I had, culminating in the cruelest blow yet: manipulating authorities to have my father forcibly removed from his home and hospitalized, cutting off all my access.
I was left trembling, collapsed on the floor, watching him walk away with a triumphant smirk, convinced he had won.
But as a lifeline appeared in the form of a loyal friend and unexpected allies, a cold fury began to replace my despair.
He thought I was broken, that I would give up.
He was wrong.
This wasn't just about my father's legacy anymore; it was about reclaiming my own story. The Sister's Vengeance
Romance I married Ethan Lester, the charming golden boy everyone in Garnet, Texas, adored.
He was everything a woman could want: successful, handsome, from a prominent family.
But as I moved into his duplex, bringing my younger sister Sabrina along for the summer, a chilling apprehension settled in.
His mother, Martha, immediately saw something unsettling in Sabrina.
She warned her husband, "That girl, the younger one… she looks at Ethan in a way that' s not right."
What Martha couldn't know was that my sister wasn't looking at Ethan with desire, but with the haunting memory of a night four years ago.
A night when a powerful, popular high school contractor from a good family cornered a terrified teenage girl.
A night when he hurt her, then told her no one would ever believe her.
That girl was my sister, Sabrina, and the charming golden boy was her attacker.
We couldn' t go to the police; it was his word against hers, his family's reputation against ours.
Justice was a concept foreign to this town.
So I planned a different kind of justice.
I married the monster.
I brought my sister back into his life.
And now, with the town' s whispers as our weapon, the trap was set. Three Years Dead: His Soulmate's Return
Fantasy Three years.
Three long years since I died for Kaelen Thorne, Lord of Blackwood Manor, battling a magical storm that threatened us all.
But as I lay dying, he shielded her, the woman he truly favored, dismissing me as "a pale imitation, a mere convenience."
My last breath was a choked whisper of disbelief, fueling a hatred so profound it tore my soul from my body, anchoring it to this desolate, storm-swept graveyard.
For three years, I wandered the Grey Wastes, a spectral entity consumed by bitter malice, until I found myself screaming at his grave, a furious phantom.
He flinched, haunted by my voice, convinced I was a vengeful spirit.
But then, a spectral Caretaker revealed the brutal truth: Kaelen was bound by a Shadow Curse, forced to feign indifference, compelled to push away his true beloved to protect them both.
Just as his despair triggered a forbidden ritual at my empty tomb, I gasped, air flooding my lungs.
I was back in my body, three years in the past.
Tonight, I will rewrite our cursed destiny.
Tonight, he' ll learn what I truly am. From Pawn to Phoenix: The Ultimate Comeback
Billionaires I was an elite operative, days from marrying the man I loved, ready for a life beyond the grit of Central Asia.
Then, an IED ripped through my world. My legs were shattered, my career over.
My fiancé, Kevin, abandoned me for my own sorority sister, leaving me broken and wheelchair-bound.
My CEO, Marcus, became my charismatic savior, vowing love and a luxurious future. I married him, and soon, I was pregnant with 'his' heir.
Eight months pregnant, I overheard his call. The ambush that crippled me and cost me everything? He orchestrated it, deeming my shattered body a 'necessary sacrifice' for his corporate ascendancy. But the true horror emerged: my unborn child wasn't 'ours.'
He was planning to genetically alter my baby, making it resemble my ex-fiancé, all to appease my ex-sorority sister, Jessica, whose husband was infertile.
Every painful 'vitamin injection' during my prenatal care? Part of his diabolical plan to replace my heritage with hers.
I was a pawn, a vessel, my life and body utterly violated, all for a woman who wasn't even his mistress.
They think I' m defeated. A crippled, heartbroken woman.
But they forgot who I am: a soldier forged in fire.
And this unwitting host is about to become their worst nightmare. The Unwanted Daughter's Reckoning
Modern I woke up staring at the familiar water-stained ceiling of my teenage bedroom. My SAT scores and a local community college acceptance letter sat on my desk, marking the day I was supposed to fill out college applications. Just weeks after high school graduation, this was it.
Except, it wasn't just a day. It was the day. The starting point of a previous life filled with relentless hunger, brutal beatings, and my family' s chilling neglect. A life that led, eventually, to my agonizing death.
I remembered everything: my mother Brenda' s venomous hate, my father David' s chilling indifference, and my brother Kevin' s endless demands. I remembered the pregnancy, my mother's deliberate cruelty, letting me bleed out until it was too late. I died.
A loud bang on the door shattered the quiet. "Sarah! Get those damn applications filled out!" Brenda's voice, a dreadful screech, tried to drag me back into the nightmare. The old fear coiled, sharp and cold, but the memory of my death and lost child burned hotter.
Not this time. I would not live that life again. Unsteady on my feet, I walked to the door. "I'm not going to community college," I declared, my voice surprisingly steady. "I'm applying to a four-year university. A good one. Far away." This time, I would save myself. Her Blood, His Madness
Fantasy For seven years, I lived at the Thorne estate, exchanging my unique blood for my Appalachian people's safety, forever tethered to the volatile heir, Declan. My plasma was the only thing that calmed his violent dementia, leaving me with a fragile peace and my young son, Liam. Then, Declan's ex-girlfriend, Cassie Lowell, returned—beautiful, pregnant, and armed with a cold, malicious intent.
Cassie systematically poisoned Declan's mind against me. Under her calculated influence, he denied vital medicine for my gravely ill son, Liam, leaving me to watch him die. My beloved grandmother, Grana, followed, locked away by a deluded Declan until she perished in the bitter cold. The escalating torment cost me another child, lost to the trauma, as he desecrated my family’s ashes, pouring them into a storm drain.
How could the man I bled for become such a monstrous puppet, utterly consumed by deceit? Was this the end for Elara Vance, stripped of all? But amidst my despair, a hidden recording surfaced, exposing Cassie's cold, calculated plot to destroy us all and seize the Thorne empire. Forced to face this horrific truth, Declan finally made Cassie pay for her treachery. Now, having lost everything, a shattered Elara would embark on her solitary path toward a quiet justice. The Birthday Betrayal
Romance My husband, Ethan, always said the money was in my account for my birthday, but that thin comfort barely masked the ache of five years of neglect.
Every year, on our shared birthday, he’d be "swamped with work," while his childhood friend and my birthday twin, Chloe, got the full Ethan Davis production – elaborate plans, thoughtful gifts, all the attention I craved.
He’d even bought this stunning silver sequined dress, making me foolishly believe this year might be different, that it was for me, only to overhear him in the bathroom, tenderness dripping from his voice for Chloe, calling me "not a toddler" who needed her hand held.
Then, the Instagram post.
Chloe, beaming, wearing *my* supposed birthday dress, planting a kiss on Ethan’s cheek, captioning it, "Best birthday ever with my one and only protector!"
Five years of turning a blind eye, of justifying his absence, of trying to understand his "charity case," evaporated into a cold, hard rage.
I was a wife who simply wanted her husband to remember her birthday, to prioritize her over his childhood flame who clearly wanted to be more than friends.
And for that, I was dismissed, humiliated, a "placeholder" in my own marriage.
But that moment, seeing his brazen betrayal plastered online, was the last straw.
I typed, "This trash is yours now. Have fun with him," under Chloe’s post, and then announced on my own Facebook: "After five years, I’ve decided to file for divorce from Ethan Davis. Some things just aren’t worth fighting for anymore."
I was done being the invisible wife; it was time to choose myself. 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." 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 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." 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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