Qing Bao
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Her Final Act of Vengeance
Modern My husband, Conrad, pulled me from the abyss after my brother died, saving me when I had nothing. He promised to protect me forever. But for ten years, his endless affairs and cruel mind games have been a slow poison, leaving me with a terminal illness and a broken spirit.
The final blow came on our tenth anniversary. He gave my gift-an emerald necklace I' d dreamed of since our honeymoon-to his mistress, Aubrey.
But that wasn't enough. He then gave her the last piece of my brother I had left: his final symphony. She scribbled on the pages, used them as a coaster, and called his life's work "garbage."
As my body failed, I realized the man who swore to save me had weaponized my deepest traumas to destroy me. My love curdled into a cold, quiet rage.
Now, drowning in guilt, he has destroyed Aubrey to atone for his sins. He kneels by my deathbed, begging for forgiveness, promising to do anything to earn it.
He has no idea my final act of revenge requires his absolute devotion.
And his life. His Life Hung By My Hands
Modern My fiancé and my cousin destroyed my life. Their betrayal led to my mother's suicide and my grandmother's death. They framed me for arson, and I went to prison.
Three years later, I' m a trauma surgeon. The ER doors burst open, and there he was, carrying her in his arms. She was pregnant, and she was bleeding out.
He begged me to save them.
"Save her, Alana. Please. Save them both."
Then he accused me of wanting revenge, his eyes filled with hate.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
The man who took everything from me was now on his knees, his world depending on my skill. I was the only one who could save the woman who stole my life.
I did my job. I saved them both. But as I walked out of the hospital that night, his car was there, blocking my path. This wasn't just a chance encounter. He was back to reclaim what he thought was his. The Rejected Luna: Rise of the White Wolf Queen
Werewolf As the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I thought my Fated Mate bond with Alpha Liam was unbreakable.
That was until Ava Sinclair walked into the banquet hall, pregnant, and Liam used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees in front of the whole pack, choosing his mistress over me.
The violence of his rejection didn't just break my heart; it killed the unborn pup I hadn't even told him about yet.
When I tried to escape the toxicity, Liam hunted me down and chained me in a dungeon with silver cuffs, desperate to keep me as a "backup" while he played house with Ava.
It took him two years to realize Ava was carrying a rogue's bastard, not his heir.
Suddenly, the arrogant Alpha was the victim, kneeling in the dirt at the Solstice Festival, offering me a massive diamond ring and begging for a second chance.
He thought he could buy forgiveness. He thought I was still his broken little wife.
But I didn't reach for the ring.
I turned to the female warrior standing beside me—the one who had lifted a collapsing stone pillar to save my life while Liam was busy destroying it.
I interlaced my fingers with hers and looked down at my ex-mate.
"You ask why I choose her?" I said, my voice ringing across the silent plaza.
"Because while you were building my cage, Liam, Seraphina was becoming my sky." My Perfect Marriage, His Deadly Secret
Romance For three months, I was the perfect wife to tech billionaire Axel Delacruz. I thought our marriage was a fairy tale, and the welcome dinner for my new internship at his company was supposed to be a celebration of our perfect life.
That illusion shattered when his beautiful, unhinged ex, Diana, crashed the party and stabbed him in the arm with a steak knife.
But the real horror wasn't the blood. It was the look in my husband's eyes. He cradled his attacker, whispering a single, tender word meant only for her:
"Always."
He stood by as she held a knife to my face to carve off a beauty mark she claimed I'd copied from her. He watched as she threw me into a kennel with starving dogs, knowing it was my deepest fear. He let her have me beaten, let her shove gravel down my throat to ruin my voice, and let her men break my hand in a door.
When I called him one last time, begging for help as a group of men closed in, he hung up on me.
Trapped and left for dead, I threw myself out of a second-story window. As I ran, bleeding and broken, I made a call I hadn't made in years.
"Uncle Francisco," I sobbed into the phone. "I want a divorce. And I want you to help me destroy him."
They thought they married a nobody. They had no idea they'd just declared war on the Wallace family. My Alpha's New Luna: Stolen Life, Forsaken Mate
Werewolf After five years trapped in a cursed slumber, I finally woke up. The first thing I did was follow the scent of my mate, my Alpha, Kaelen.
I found him in his office, kissing another woman—a mousy Omega I barely recognized. He told me she meant nothing, that she was just there to soothe his grief. Like a fool, I believed him.
But when I went to the pack's Hall of Records, the elder told me I had been declared legally dead three years ago. The petition was signed by my own parents and executed by Kaelen. He had already chosen a new Luna: her.
My own son told me I should have stayed dead. He said the other woman was nicer and should be his mother.
Then, the woman who replaced me tried to kill me, pulling me off a cliff into a raging river. Kaelen dove in, swam right past my outstretched hand, and saved her.
Lying paralyzed in a hospital bed, I was forced to listen as Kaelen used his Alpha's Command to order a blood transfusion to save her life. He never even asked who the donor was. He just demanded they drain my life to save his chosen mate.
As my life drained away, I saw my entire family—my mate, my parents, my son—gathered around her bed, a perfect picture of happiness. That's when I finally understood. Waking up was a mistake. My only path forward was to disappear and pray they would never find the ghost I was about to become. Love Lost, Life Fading
Romance Ava Jenkins stared at her reflection in the darkened bus window, a stranger looking back. Her fiery red hair and loud clothes screamed for attention, but inside, she carried a secret heavier than a brick: Idiopathic Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension. Her heart was failing, and there was no cure. She just needed to see him, Liam Hayes, her distant uncle, one last time.
Her world shattered when his mother, Martha, slammed an engagement announcement into her chest: Liam was marrying Chloe, Martha's own daughter. The boy who had once comforted her with candy at her father' s funeral, who had been her sole source of light, was now lost to her-and worse, he didn't even remember her.
Desperate, she confronted Liam, only to be met with cold disdain. He pushed her away, repeatedly, with cruel words, accusing her of being pathetic, attention-seeking, and a disgrace. Even when her beloved Grandma Rose lay dying due to Martha's greed, Liam, a renowned lawyer, chose to represent Martha in court, effectively sending Ava to prison, crushing her last shred of hope.
Liam's constant rejection and disbelief-even when she told him she was dying-left her utterly bewildered. How could the person she loved most, the one who taught her kindness, become so full of hatred and indifference towards her? Why did he believe everyone else but her?
Lying in a hospital bed, medically paroled and close to death, Ava made a final, heartbreaking decision: she would let Liam believe he had saved her out of guilt, giving him a clean conscience, and then slip away quietly, finally finding the peace he had always denied her. Revenge On My Deceptive Bride
Xuanhuan The cold prickle of the lethal injection syringe was my last sensation.
Then, I gasped, choking on air, my lungs burning as I shot upright in my own bed.
It was the morning of the day my life ended the first time.
Framed for a brutal hit-and-run, I' d watched my family crumble and my fiancée, Chloe, look on with pity-filled eyes.
Now, the date on my phone confirmed it. I was back.
A soft knock, and Chloe stood in the doorway, smiling.
Her presence, once comforting, now sent a jolt of pure fear through me.
I remembered the courtroom, her sorrowful gaze-it felt like a prelude to my personal hell.
"Leo, you awake? I made breakfast."
Her voice dripped with concern, a perfect performance.
My instinct screamed: change everything.
I told her I wasn' t feeling well, cancelling the fateful drive.
Her smile flickered, a micro-expression of annoyance I' d missed before.
Hours later, I heard her hushed voice from the living room, tight with frustration.
"No, he didn' t go," she hissed. "The point is to ruin him, whether he' s on the coast road or sitting on his damn couch. Find another way."
My world tilted. The woman I was to marry was plotting my destruction.
The cold dread of betrayal numbed me, then a white-hot rage ignited.
I bolted, my mind a blur. I had to run, to put distance, to survive.
But she was standing there, a fresh smile on her face.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
I pushed past her, fumbling with the lock, her voice calling my name echoing like a curse.
I ran until I hit the street and called my best friend, Matt.
He picked me up, confused but loyal.
I told him Chloe was setting me up, omitting the rebirth.
"Chloe? She adores you. Maybe you misunderstood."
"I didn' t misunderstand, Matt! I heard her. She said, 'The point is to ruin him.' "
He believed me, taking me to his apartment, the safest place on Earth.
I hoped I had dodged the bullet.
Then the news broke.
"Police in Oceanville are searching for a suspect in a violent hit-and-run that occurred just an hour ago on Seaside Boulevard."
My blood froze. Seaside Boulevard was nowhere near the coast road.
But the face on the screen was mine.
LEO VANCE. Wanted. Dangerous.
My beer bottle shattered.
"Leo," Matt whispered, his face pale. "What the hell is this?"
Confusion turned to anger. "You lied to me! You were driving! You involved me in this!"
The sirens wailed. They had found us.
Just like before. The trap wasn' t a location; it was a narrative.
And it had snapped shut around me again. From Devoted Wife To Indifferent Stranger
Romance The official report said my husband, Liam, a heroic smokejumper, died saving me from a wildfire.
Pregnant and heartbroken, I tried to end my life, only to wake in a hospital bed, the world a muffled blur of pain and grief.
Then, a voice cut through the fog – Liam's. He was alive, outside my room, telling a buddy the "story was solid" and everyone thought he was dead. My world didn't just burn; it was pure, calculated arson.
I heard him choose Claire, his twin brother's fragile fiancée, over me, his pregnant wife, dismissing my suffering with a chilling "Ava has Noah.
She has her family. They'll take care of her." He planned to assume his deceased brother's identity and money, all for her.
The man I worshipped, the hero, was a cold, calculating stranger who had discarded me and our unborn child for another woman.
Every memory, every shared dream, turned to ash in that hospital room.
Lying there, the old Ava died. A new one was forged in betrayal and ice, and the first act of this new woman was to accept my childhood friend Noah's long-standing marriage proposal, right under Liam's nose. The game was far from over. A Scholar's Fury: The Road to Justice
Young Adult Jessica Peterson, my classmate and rival for that scholarship, smiled her fake bright smile and invited me on a weekend trip. I was top of my class, but finals had me wound tight, and a break sounded too good to pass up.
One too-sweet soda later, everything went black. I woke up on a stained mattress in a dilapidated farmhouse, the air thick with mold and fear. Not a relaxing getaway, but a nightmare. My "friend" Jessica hadn't just abandoned me; she' d sold me to the brutish Miller family as a forced bride, all for a broken-down pickup truck and a job for one of their leering sons.
My pleas were met with kicks and sneers. When I tried to escape, I was dragged back, bruised and battered. A passing neighbor dismissed my desperate cries for help, thinking I was a delirious runaway, disbelieving me because of my mud-streaked, disheveled appearance. Even my own cousin, who briefly heard my muffled screams, was fooled by the Millers' slick lies. My academic future, my university dreams, all seemed destined to turn into an endless nightmare in this backwoods hell.
How could Jessica, my childhood friend, trade my entire life, my freedom, for a rusty old truck? The sheer, horrifying injustice of it was a bitter, burning rage in my gut. Why me? Why this?
But then a flicker of recognition cut through the despair. This place, this county, was my Grandpa John' s homeland – where he was Sheriff for forty years, where his name still carried immense weight. With that realization, a new strength surged. I might be trapped, but I was Sarah, Sheriff John' s granddaughter. And if I could just get a message out, everyone who wronged me-Jessica, her family, and the Millers-would regret it. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. You might like
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." 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." Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback
Huo Wuer Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic.
Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold.
"Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'"
The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip.
Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet.
I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child.
But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame.
"I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done."
I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down. 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. She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen
Lila Wren Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham.
Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding.
Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed.
Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer.
When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?" 
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