Qiang Weiwei
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The Secret Mother And Her Cruel Tycoon
Billionaires My father was rotting in a cell, and my secret son, Leo, was the only reason I kept breathing. Then, everything shattered when Augustine Hoover’s bodyguards dragged me to a remote estate and locked me in a room with a dying monster.
The man in the dark was Augustine himself, bleeding from a wound and lost in a drug-induced delirium. He didn't see me as a person; he saw me as a debt to be collected. By dawn, the feverish attacker was gone, replaced by a cold, calculative billionaire in a wheelchair who told me I was now his property.
I was trapped on a private island, forced to play nurse to keep my father protected in prison. While I suffered in silence, the world turned against me. My fiancé, Grant, went on national television to dump me, calling my family a disgrace. When Augustine finally brought me back to New York, it wasn't for freedom—it was to parade me at a gala where I saw Grant with his arm around my stepsister. She was wearing my dress, living my life, while I stood there with Augustine’s bite mark fresh on my neck.
The humiliation was total. Augustine offered me a deal: sign a marriage contract with a mandatory "Heir Production Clause," or watch my father die and my son disappear. He promised to crush my enemies, but his touch felt like a shackle.
I felt a cold rage settle over me. If I was going to be a prisoner, I would be the most dangerous one he had ever seen. I realized then that everyone I loved was a pawn in a game I didn't even know was being played.
I signed the papers and officially became Mrs. Hoover, the most envied and hated woman in the city. But as we pulled up to his gothic mansion, a burner phone in my pocket buzzed with a message from my father’s oldest ally. The man I just married wasn't my protector. He was the one who framed my father and destroyed my life. I’ve entered the lion’s den, and I won’t stop until I’ve ripped his heart out. When Pity Dies: Her Sweet Revenge
Young Adult The harsh clang of the school bell ripped me from a nightmare.
One moment, I was bleeding out on the cold community center floor, choked by smoke and gasoline, watching the Outlaws murder my family.
The next, I was back in my high school classroom, the familiar scent of chalk and disinfectant filling the air, alive and untouched.
My heart hammered-not with teenaged excitement, but with the primal terror of a ghost, knowing this was it: the day it all began.
Brittany Hayes, perfect blonde hair and a weaponized smile, stood at the front, pushing her dad' s "Life Path AI" onto our entire class for free.
Liam Carter, the class golden boy, nodded eagerly beside her, his handsome face alight with ambition, calling it "foolproof."
A wave of excited chatter filled the room: the exact siren song that had led to ruin in my last life.
I remembered standing up then, my voice trembling but determined, warning them about the AI' s flaws, its bias towards corporate partners.
They' d laughed, calling me jealous, a conspiracy theorist, just because my family ran a charity center.
They ostracized me, humiliated me, and then Brittany' s father' s media machine discredited my family, painting us as backward fools.
Then the Outlaws came, paid to send a message, and they destroyed everything: my parents, my little sister Lily, and me.
The memory burned, a raw, open wound in my soul.
This time, I didn't stand up.
I leaned back, a mask of calm indifference, an empty smile for Liam who glanced my way in surprise.
Let them walk into the fire.
This time, I would be the one holding the gasoline. This Time, I Fight Back: The CEO's Daughter Returns
Modern The staff party was a dull throb, a familiar exhaustion settling deep in my bones.
Then Sabrina Chavez held out the brownie, her eyes wide and innocent, just like before.
But I remembered the last time.
Taking that brownie led to my throat closing, my lungs burning, and a severe anaphylactic shock.
I was dying on the floor, gasping for air, while my boyfriend, Ethan, comforted Sabrina, who claimed it was just cross-contamination.
He called me "dramatic" at my hospital bed.
That "accident" cost me my promotion, gave me lifelong respiratory damage, and shattered my relationship.
It all ended when Ethan, defending Sabrina again, pushed me, and my head hit the counter.
I died.
Now, I' m back, standing at that exact moment.
Sabrina' s smile was sickeningly sweet.
The world snapped into focus.
This time, everything changes. Five Years Old, Billionaire Bound
Romance I was five years old when my dad traded me to a dying billionaire.
He called me his lucky charm, a living prophecy, and in return, I got a mansion, a trust fund, and a fancy title: "Madam Chair" of a multi-billion-dollar foundation.
I grew up navigating the opulent halls, an outsider in a gilded cage.
My only real connection was with Ms. Chadwick, the formidable chief of staff, and the quiet, observant Wesley.
But my twisted stepsister, Jennifer, refused to let my past stay in the past.
She, along with my opportunistic father, saw my position as their ticket into the Blakely empire.
They relentlessly schemed, first trying to marry Jennifer off to the heir, Caleb, then, when that failed, she orchestrated a horrifying corporate sabotage.
She framed Caleb, leading to scandalous accusations and the collapse of a crucial merger.
Then came the news: Caleb's fiancée, Victoria, was dead, killed in a suspicious car accident.
I knew in my gut Jennifer was behind it, her ruthlessness finally escalating to murder.
The Blakelys were in chaos, desperate to cover up the scandal, so they gave Jennifer a high-profile role, silencing her with money and status.
They bought her silence, but they ignited my fury.
This wasn't just about family feuds anymore; it was about justice and survival.
I, the quiet girl dismissed as a symbolic chairwoman, decided to wield the foundation's immense power like a sword.
It was time to expose every lie, every betrayal, and tear down the very people who thought they could control my destiny. When Love Was A Trial
Fantasy For forty years, my life with Elara as a humble Appalachian herbalist was filled with quiet love and shared purpose.
Then, on her sixtieth birthday, a blinding light revealed her true form: an Aetheling, and our marriage, a cold "trial" to regain her powers.
She abandoned me for her "true love," Caelus, cursing me with unnatural eternal life to watch my entire world slowly die.
But the true horror came when Caelus, in a jealous rage, obliterated Hollow Creek, eradicating everyone I loved with a single blighting spell, leaving me the sole, cursed survivor.
Elara dragged me to their glittering Aethelgard, where I was a humiliating "pet," a constant reminder of her past.
The ultimate betrayal struck when Caelus framed me, and Elara, without hesitation, condemned me to the inescapable Barrow of Whispers, a prison worse than death.
How could the woman who shared my heart inflict such calculated cruelty and discard me so utterly?
My soul burned with an unbearable mix of grief, helplessness, and seething rage.
Yet, in that forgotten abyss, I found the echoing spirits of Hollow Creek, my murdered people.
They infused me with the ancient, untamed power of the earth itself, transforming me from a broken mortal into an unstoppable vessel of vengeance.
I am no longer Liam, the pet. I am the wrath of the mountains returned, and Elara and Caelus will pay. The Widow Who Wasn't
Romance My husband, Ethan Vance, was presumed drowned, swallowed by the Serpent River. For three agonizing months, I, Ava – owner of our beloved Portland bakery, "The Daily Rise" – had been a grieving widow, the city's gray mirroring the hollow ache in my chest. My dreams felt entombed by tragedy.
My friend Maya finally dragged me to a New Orleans music festival, desperate for a change of scene. Amidst the chaotic pulse and anonymous crowd, I saw him. Ethan. Alive. Laughing, his arm around Chloe Hayes, his "childhood best friend" and a flashy influencer who' d always been a little too close.
He looked vibrant, not like a man who' d fought a treacherous river. I heard him brag about "escaping the grind" thanks to "Chloe' s genius plan." Then came the gut punch: "Give it another week... Ava will have really hit rock bottom. She' ll be grateful for anything when I 'miraculously' return." My husband, celebrating my destruction.
The betrayal was colder, sharper than any grief. This wasn't just him being alive; it was a premeditated, cruel deception. He'd orchestrated my despair, mocking our shared life. How could the man I loved be such a monstrous con artist?
My hands shook, but my voice was steady as I called my lawyer friend. "He's not dead, Ben," I told him, the cold fury replacing my tears. "He's a con artist. And now, I want everything." The Watch That Broke Us
Modern My 31st birthday should have been a joyful celebration, a moment of genuine warmth with my younger brother, Mike.
He gifted me a luxury smartwatch, a gesture that, after years of my financial and emotional support for him, felt like a true acknowledgment of our bond.
But the warmth turned to ice moments later when Mike's new girlfriend, Brittany, barraged my phone with aggressive direct messages.
"Jealous old maid," she called me, accusing me of trying to "leech" off Mike and demanding *her* watch back.
Mike, bafflingly, defended Brittany's behavior, calling it "loyalty" and allowing her to launch a vicious online smear campaign against me.
He prioritized her whims over my needs, even lending out my professional camera equipment, only to publicly humiliate me at my office when I requested it back.
How could the brother I’d practically raised, the one I’d sacrificed so much for, turn so cruelly against me?
Every past act of love and support was now twisted into a cynical attempt to "control" him, dictated by a manipulative stranger.
The ultimate betrayal came when he shoved me, leaving me bleeding on my floor, snatching the watch, and walking out, incited by Brittany’s taunting text.
That moment transformed my pain into cold resolve: this wasn't just about a watch anymore; it was time to fight back. A Serpent in My Bed
Young Adult The smell of stale coffee hung heavy in my college dorm room.
My roommate, Jessica, hovered over me, her face a mask of feigned concern.
She was my best friend, or so I believed then.
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving break, a seemingly ordinary start to a week.
But the moment I opened my eyes, a brutal wave of memories crashed over me.
The screech of tires, blinding headlights, then utter darkness.
My family's beloved restaurant, Miller’s Place, crumbling to dust.
My dad, debilitated by a stroke, his once vibrant eyes now vacant.
My brother, Michael, broken, his promising future stolen.
And my sweet sister-in-law, Emily, clutching an empty nursery.
Jessica, the viper I’d foolishly welcomed, had meticulously orchestrated their ruin.
She’d falsely accused Michael, leading to Emily's devastating loss.
Her calculated lies had bled our family savings dry to fuel her extortion.
The shame, the whispers, the very fabric of our small town life, torn apart.
I, Sarah Miller, became the pariah, blamed for enabling the monster.
The relentless online bullying drove me to walk into traffic, desperate for an end.
Now, here she was again, playing the innocent victim, sighing about a lonely Thanksgiving.
Her eyes, wide and pleading, mirroring the exact look that had sealed our destruction.
How could I have been so catastrophically naïve, so utterly blind to the serpent in my bed?
A cold, potent fury roared inside me, threatening to consume everything.
The nightmare was beginning anew, a cruel replay of my worst past.
But this time, I wasn't the gullible girl.
I was back, somehow, exactly one year before the catastrophe.
This time, the script was mine to rewrite.
This time, I would not be her fool, her stepping stone to ruin.
This time, Jessica would finally pay.
Every last, agonizing cent. When the Wife Disappeared
Romance My tenth wedding anniversary, but the simmering lobster bisque couldn’t mask the acrid taste of my husband’s lies.
Mike, the man I’d built a life with, was openly having an affair with a twenty-something influencer, Skyler, her perfectly curated Instagram a brazen display of my unraveling world.
The real agony began when our young son, Leo, innocently spoke of "Aunt Sky," recounting secret adventures and sugary treats, blissfully unaware he was a pawn in his father’s cruel game.
Mike’s betrayal deepened into an insidious wound as he used our child, poisoning Leo against me, while claiming he was saving a vintage champagne for "a special occasion" that he'd uncork for Skyler on *our* anniversary.
But the final, gut-wrenching blow came when Skyler sent a text: a picture of her draped provocatively across *my* bed, wearing *my* husband’s shirt, flaunting her conquest with a chilling message: "#Upgrade."
My life, my home, my dignity, shattered into a million pieces, while he, completely oblivious, hummed about a "surprise" he had planned for my birthday.
The pain, the humiliation, the sheer audacity of it all was suffocating; divorce felt too clean, too easy for him, as if he could simply walk away unscathed.
My heart splintered further when Leo, confused and innocent, asked if "Aunt Sky" would be his new mommy, a question Mike himself had evidently planted.
There was no turning back, no hope for repair; in that moment of absolute despair and righteous fury, I knew Ellie Hayes had to die.
And Mike Hayes, the man who had stolen my future and poisoned my son, would watch his entire world burn down around him, ensuring he would finally pay the true, devastating price for his betrayal. You might like
I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes
Annypen Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle
C.D I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me.
Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years.
The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought.
I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction.
With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun. A Divorce He Regrets
Alissa Nexus The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever? Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
Temple Madison I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires.
Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world.
My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets.
I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table.
"Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead." Ex-Wife Returns with Babies: The CEO Regrets Everything
PageProfit Studio After two years of a loveless marriage, Maria Lewis was handed a cold divorce agreement. But she didn't leave quietly. She gave James Bennett one last drink, seduced him for a final night, and disappeared-secretly pregnant with his child.
Five years later, Maria returns as a powerful member of a secret organization, with two adorable kids and an identity he never saw coming. She's no longer the woman who once begged for his love. She's confident, untouchable, and completely out of his league.
Now, the man who once looked down on her clings to her, desperate to win her back.
But Maria has her own plans: protect her children, crush her enemies, and make James regret every choice he made.
She left with nothing, but returned with power, babies, and no mercy. 
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