Qing Jiu
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Qing Jiu's Books and Stories
The Betrayed Girlfriend's Secret Million Dollar Comeback
Short stories For eight years, I lived in a freezing, unheated apartment, washing the bloodstains out of my mob enforcer boyfriend's suits every day.
He strictly gave me two thousand dollars a month, saying we had to live frugally and save up enough money to escape this dark world.
But when I was washing his clothes, I found a receipt for a custom engagement ring worth sixty-eight thousand dollars.
That ring wasn't for me, but for his secret lover, Mia.
I cracked the password on his encrypted laptop and uncovered his three-year-long double life.
He wasn't a bottom-tier thug struggling to survive in a dangerous game at all. He embezzled forty-eight thousand dollars from his mob boss's accounts every month to buy Mia diamonds, cars, and a luxury apartment in Manhattan.
And meanwhile, I was drinking watery porridge just to save a little on the electricity bill.
When I confronted him, he didn't show a single ounce of guilt, accusing me instead: "You're too heavy. Being around you suffocates me."
He thought I was a pathetic parasite who couldn't survive without his protection.
But what he didn't know was that I had already quietly earned over a million dollars through legitimate antique painting restoration work.
I packed my bags. It was time to let the mob know who was really stealing their money. Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Ex-Husband
Modern Seraphina was locked in a sterile psychiatric facility, treated as a compliant, living blood bag for her husband's mistress, Lila.
But today, Lila walked in with a Cartier bracelet and a newspaper, revealing that Slade had orchestrated the complete ruin of Seraphina's family.
Slade had used Seraphina's pillow talk to bankrupt her father's company.
He tampered with her brother's brakes, framed her other brother for insider trading, and arranged the fatal car crash that killed her mother.
Their entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to harvest her rare Rh-negative O-type blood to keep Lila and her unborn baby healthy.
When Seraphina lunged at her in agonizing realization, Lila simply smiled and staged a fake attack.
She watched helplessly as the nurses rushed in and injected her with a lethal sedative.
As her heart monitor flatlined, she stared at the white ceiling, her soul consumed by regret and pure hatred.
She had defied her loving family for a monster who slaughtered them all.
She vowed to the darkness that if there was any justice, she would strip them of everything and make them beg for a death that would never come.
Gasping for air, Seraphina opened her eyes.
She was back ten years ago, sitting in a luxury hospital room, right as the nurse approached with a needle for Lila's very first blood donation.
This time, she smashed the tray to the floor.
"Under federal law, drawing my blood without explicit consent is assault."
In this life, she would be the butcher. Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns
Romance I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian." Too Late, Mr. Forbes: Watch Me Shine
Modern For seven years, Hayden Simmons lived in the sprawling Forbes Estate, trading her journalism dreams to pay for her younger sister's ICU bills.
But her sacrifice meant nothing when billionaire August Forbes planned his engagement to Bridget Blake—the same cruel heiress who had maliciously crushed Hayden's mother's only keepsake under her heel while August defended her.
When Hayden finally packed her battered suitcase to leave, August didn't apologize. Instead, he brutally froze the trust account funding her dying sister's life-saving cancer treatments.
He cornered her, pinning her against the wall, and ordered his security to lock her inside the estate to force her submission.
"You don't get to decide when we are done."
He thought she would crawl back to him, crying and begging on her knees. He truly believed he could publicly marry another woman while keeping Hayden trapped in his shadow forever, assuming her desperation made her weak.
Instead of begging, Hayden left his limitless black card and Cartier diamonds on the vanity.
She walked out the iron gates, went straight to his biggest rival's media empire, and published a viral, front-page exposé tearing his pristine merger to shreds.
This time, she wasn't going to hide. She was going to burn his world to the ground. The Weak Omega's Secret: Rise of the Alchemist
Werewolf For nine hundred and eighty-six nights, I was exiled to the guest room while my husband, Alpha Corbett, let his dead wife’s sister sleep in our master suite.
He claimed Ivana needed his pheromones to sleep. I was just the glorified janitor in my own pack.
But the breaking point wasn't the neglect. It was the macaron.
"Eat it," Corbett ordered, holding out the green cookie. "Show me you accept my apology."
"I'm allergic to pistachios," I whispered. "I'll die."
He didn't listen. His eyes flashed red.
"Eat it."
The Alpha Command seized my motor functions. My hand moved against my will, shoving the poison into my mouth.
As my throat instantly swelled, I tasted the metallic tang of Wolfsbane. Ivana hadn't just ignored my allergy; she had laced it.
I collapsed on the kitchen tiles, clawing at my windpipe, turning purple.
From the living room, Ivana let out a fake, high-pitched shriek. "Corbett! My anxiety! It's coming back!"
Corbett looked down at me, convulsing and suffocating on the floor. Then he looked toward the living room.
The choice took him less than a second.
He physically stepped over my dying body.
"Hold on, Ivana! I'm coming!" he cooed, leaving me to die alone on the cold grout.
I managed to jam an EpiPen into my thigh, gasping as air forced its way back into my lungs.
As I lay there shivering, I didn't feel sadness. I felt clarity.
I dragged myself to my studio, packed my research, and sent a single email.
To: The Royal Lycan King.
Subject: I accept.
By the time Corbett realized Ivana was a fraud pregnant with another man's child, I was already gone.
And when he finally came begging on his knees, he found me in the arms of a King who would burn the world before he let me bow. The Love Built On Silent Lies
Modern For ten years, my world was silent. Bryan was my protector, my voice, my everything, shielding me from a world I couldn't hear after my parents died saving him.
But when a new girl, Astrid, arrived and started a cruel war against me, I suddenly regained my hearing-only to discover the horrifying truth. Bryan wasn't my protector; he was the mastermind.
"He loves seeing you squirm," Astrid sneered, her voice a venomous whisper I could now hear perfectly. "He told me he gets off on it. He hates your blank face."
Their twisted game was to make the "emotionless Elinor" cry. My pain was their entertainment. The boy I trusted, the family I loved-it was all built on a foundation of guilt and deceit.
He thought I was a silent, helpless victim he could control. He thought I would endure his betrayal forever.
He was wrong.
So, I jumped from the third-floor window, orchestrating a public "suicide" to expose their crimes. As the world erupted in chaos and his perfect life shattered, I knew my real story was just beginning. Her Revenge, His Undying Love
Romance My fiancé, Liam, told me to sign a document to save his family's company.
It was a false confession, pinning a hundred-million-dollar mistake on me. A mistake his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, had made.
When I refused, he showed me a live feed of my mother in her hospital bed. Her life-saving cancer treatment was funded by his family.
He smiled, his thumb hovering over an icon on his phone. "One call, Ava. The funding stops. Her treatment is over."
Later, after I signed, he locked me in a lab that caught fire. He thought I was trying to sabotage Chloe.
As I pounded on the door, choking on smoke, he stood on the other side, comforting a perfectly fine Chloe. He looked at me, trapped and burning, and shouted, "This is your own damn fault. I'm disappointed in you, Ava."
He left me to die.
But I survived.
When I woke up in the hospital, I made a single call to my hacker contact.
My message was one word: "Execute." The Price of Betrayal: A Husband's Revenge
Modern My life, once a meticulously designed blueprint, began its demolition on the eve of my wedding. I was Ethan Miller, an architect on the verge of having it all, returning home to celebrate with my fiancée.
Instead, I found her in our bedroom with my best man, a scene that shattered everything. Fleeing into the night, a car blared, then metal met bone, and blinding pain consumed my right arm.
I woke in a hospital, my dominant hand irreparably damaged, my career as an architect declared over. The world celebrated my tragedy; my fiancée and best man married in my place, turning my life into a public spectacle of pity and gossip. The pain in my chest eclipsed the physical agony as my identity crumbled, rendering me a broken man, a backdrop for my betrayer' s rising star.
I spiraled, questioning the point of it all, refusing to eat, to heal, to exist. My professional talent, the very core of my being, had become a burden, a target for those who sought to elevate themselves on my ruins.
Then, in my deepest despair, Olivia Chen, my betrayer's best friend, appeared as my savior. She became my devoted wife, meticulously managing my recovery, holding me through frustrated tears, and becoming the anchor in my new, quiet life. Until a Tuesday. When I returned home early, the words from the sun-room sliced through the quiet, words spoken by Olivia and my physical therapist.
"You arranged for him to be hit by a car for Mark Davis."
"Yes."
My world collapsed again. The woman who saved me, who spoke words of love, was my captor. She had orchestrated my accident, meticulously sabotaged my recovery, all to ensure Mark Davis's success. It wasn't love; it was a cage, a beautifully crafted prison designed to keep me broken, a pawn in their twisted game fueled by her obsessed ambition for Mark. Every tender touch, every encouraging word, a calculated lie. My love, her most effective weapon.
How could I have been so blind? How could the woman I trusted with my broken heart be the architect of my ruin? Was there any truth to anything she ever said? This betrayal, so absolute, left me hollow, yet a cold clarity began to form. I was done being a victim. When Love Kills a Future
Romance My world with Chloe revolved around our eagerly awaited baby, our future taking happy shape with every nursery plan.
An Instagram tag from her popped up then, a seemingly innocent ping.
I opened it, and the image delivered a brutal, physical blow, vaporizing my reality.
Chloe lay pale but smiling in a hospital bed, holding hands with her ex-husband Mark, in the bed beside her.
The caption read: "This time, I'm choosing to be brave for love."
My mind reeled: a bone marrow donor?
Where was our baby?
Comments hailed her a hero, oblivious to the life she'd just ended, never telling me.
She returned, demanding comfort, yet casually dismissed my silent agony over our lost child.
Her shocking nonchalance toward our baby' s life ignited a silent, seething rage deep inside me.
I finally grasped that my unwavering kindness had enabled her, teaching her that monumental betrayals carried no real consequences.
How could she expect recovery meals after such a horrific, selfish act?
Staring at the stranger in my wife's eyes, the illusion shattered.
"I want a divorce," I declared, beginning my fight to reclaim my shattered life. The Fiance's Betrayal: A Sister's Fury
Modern After years hidden away, recovering from the fire that stole my old life, my meticulously crafted new identity as Ethan White was finally ready for a fresh start in Chicago, a surprise apartment from my sister, Sophia, waiting.
But the key had barely turned in the lock when men burst in, led by Sophia’s fiancé, Rick Harrington, who saw not a brother returning home, but a stranger to be eliminated.
Fists flew, bones crunched, and the man who was supposed to be my future brother-in-law sneered about Sophia’s "pet project," convinced I was just some con artist.
Every desperate plea for my sister to recognize me, every mention of my true name, Evan, was met with another blow, another sneer, my new face cementing their conviction that I was an imposter.
Even Mac, Sophia's head of security who’d known me since I was a kid, only saw a trespasser, his eyes blank with no recognition despite my desperate cries.
As darkness swallowed me, battered and unrecognizable, the cruel irony was a bitter taste: the new identity Sophia had painstakingly crafted to keep me safe was now the very thing sealing my doom at the hands of her own fiancé.
How could the security measures meant to shield me become the weapon used against me by the one person I was supposed to trust, the one who was about to marry my sister?
Little did Rick know, a shattered phone with a single photo and a mother's heirloom would soon unravel his web of lies, bringing Sophia face-to-face with the brother she thought was safe, and unleashing her terrifying fury for justice. You might like
My Husband Murdered Our Unborn Baby
Jun Wen When I was eight months pregnant, I collapsed suddenly from a severe pregnancy complication.
In the hospital, my husband, Easton, refused to approve my emergency C-section.
Standing beside my bleeding body with his mistress, Colette, he held a postnuptial agreement in his hand.
He forced me to give up all our assets and take on Colette's massive debts. He even called the police and falsely accused me of stealing a fake luxury watch, trying to stop me from paying for my own medical care.
"Sign it, and you get the surgery. Otherwise, don't expect to live."
Because of his delay, my baby's heartbeat stopped.
I completely broke down, grieving the child he had killed. He thought he had won. He thought I was a housewife he could manipulate however he pleased.
But he forgot — I was the Chief Financial Officer who helped him build his entire corporate empire. And I had evidence of every single one of his financial crimes. Taming Mr JERKFACE; Own by an Overbearing boss.
Racheal Dennis
"Marry our son" she said looking at me straight in the eyes.
Say what now?!
Marry their son?
"I can't" I said.
"Why?, Is the money not enough?" Nora asked, I looked at her like she's lost her mind, she's a woman, how can she ask me something like that.
"Don't worry about the money, if it's not enough, we can add more later" Mr knights said.
What is wrong with rich people..... throwing money about, thinking everything is about money.
Don't they know that there are some certain things that money can't buy?,
Money can't buy happiness, they should look for something better to use their money for.
"It's not about the money, I just can't do it. sir, if you want your son to get married, sit him down and tell him he's old enough to settle down, you can't choose a wife for your son or hire one for him" I told them.
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