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Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don

Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don

4.5

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

4.2

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything

I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything

4.5

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.

The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter

The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter

4.7

The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever. He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me. My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills. Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight. Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter.

After Six Years Of Lies, Both My Wolf And I Awakened

After Six Years Of Lies, Both My Wolf And I Awakened

5.0

I am Lillian Lawson. The night before my succession ceremony, I caught Erick Lawson, my mate, in bed with Misha Acosta, the priestess of Silverbeam Pack. It was also that night that I learned the prenatal tonic I had drunk six years ago was, in fact, a Stillbirth Draught that killed my baby. Erick had handed it to me himself. My real child had long since died in my womb. After I delivered the dead baby while unconscious, Erick and Misha took the baby's body away, shoved their bastard, Noah Lawson, into my arms, and murdered my father together. So I had spent six years raising my enemies' child. And now, they were trying to usurp my position as leader! At the succession ceremony, Misha held Noah in front of the entire pack, sobbing that she was his real mother. Erick stood before everyone and accused me of having no wolf, being unable to bear children, and abusing Noah for years. Everyone demanded I give up my position. But I simply looked at Erick, whose face showed a look of smug satisfaction, and curled my lips. "Erick, do you think you're unstoppable now?"

The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her

The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her

4.5

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."

Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

4.1

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.

The Heiress He Drove Away: His Regret Came Too Late

The Heiress He Drove Away: His Regret Came Too Late

5.0

In the year she was at her lowest, Isabella Sullivan worked three jobs a day and even sold her blood, all to pay for Daniel Lawson's leg treatment. In that bare rented room, Daniel held her hand tightly and promised he would never betray her. Yet as soon as his legs recovered, he transformed into the richest man in Northhaven. And at his grand wedding, the bride had changed. Isabella smiled until her eyes burned red. She did not cry. She did not make a scene. He was marrying someone else, and she received a call from her wealthy parents. "Isabella, the family conflict will be settled in seven days. Get ready. We'll bring you home then."

His Secret Wife is Leaving Him for a Better Life

His Secret Wife is Leaving Him for a Better Life

5.0

Sharon had been married to Julio for two years, spending those two years feeling like nothing more than his housekeeper, gradually wearing away all her love for him. When the woman he had always cherished—Lillian, the one he had always idealized—returned from abroad, Sharon finally resolved to leave for good. From that moment on, they would be free of all ties to each other. While waiting for her divorce papers and her approval to join Doctors Without Borders, Sharon never expected Julio to repeatedly humiliate and hurt her, all for the sake of Lillian. This time, she truly lost all hope in him. And yet, it was only then that Julio began to deeply regret everything.

I Hid His Heir from My Alpha

I Hid His Heir from My Alpha

3.9

For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond. That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession. The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me. The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed. "You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me." My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.

I Married my Ex-boyfriend's Elder Brother After Breaking Up

I Married my Ex-boyfriend's Elder Brother After Breaking Up

3.5

Before the engagement ceremony began, Bowen Green was nowhere to be found. He merely left me a message. "Rosie had a heart attack. I must go and stay with her. Let Bowen handle today's wedding ceremony for me. It's just a formality anyway." Dressed in my wedding gown, I stared at the photo of him and Rosie Price embracing tenderly in the hospital. My fingernails dug into my palm. At that moment, I didn't show my anger. The door opened, and Brice stepped in, clad in a black suit. He was tall and imposing, with a suppressed darkness swirling in his eyes. I looked up at him, rumored to be cruel, and suddenly smiled. "Brice, do you dare to marry me?" Brice's eyes deepened, locking onto me like a wolf. "Leyla Yates, you're asking for it."

The Woman Who Came Back After Dying in the Deep Water

The Woman Who Came Back After Dying in the Deep Water

5.0

I am Jody Holt. The day my husband, Nate Holt, froze all my bank accounts, my mother was in the ICU waiting for surgery. He said only one thing. "Jody, either you sign the divorce papers, or your mother can figure it out herself." I thought he was only trying to pressure me, until his lawyer slid a second document in front of me. It was the prenuptial agreement between him and Sharon Jones, the woman who had come between us. The date they signed it was three months before this divorce agreement between us. I asked him, "Since when have you two been together?" He glanced at his watch as casually as if he were checking the time for an unimportant meeting. "We have been together since the day I married you." I signed my name on the divorce agreement. Then I died. At least, that was what all the newspapers in the city said.

My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret

My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret

4.0

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Counterattack To My Biased Parents

Counterattack To My Biased Parents

5.0

Working during summer vacation, a strange customer threw hot milk tea at me and even damaged the machines in the store. The milk tea shop sided with the customer and even took all of my wages to compensate for the damages. When I went to argue about it, I was crushed into minced meat by a large truck on the way. Opening my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment when the customer threw milk tea at me.

Seven Years of Devotion: He Left Me to Die, I Left Him for Good

Seven Years of Devotion: He Left Me to Die, I Left Him for Good

4.0

On the seventh anniversary of my marriage, I, Clara Hart, received two "gifts." One was an urgent alert from the embassy-armed conflict in Arkania was imminent, and all citizens were advised to evacuate immediately. The other was a message from my husband, Adrian Foster, "Pack your things. Wait for me downstairs. Ten minutes." I quickly packed an emergency kit and rushed downstairs. People around me were already evacuating in a panic, yet Adrian was nowhere to be seen. I called him, my voice trembling, only to be met with a cold, clipped response. "The car's packed with confidential company documents. There's no room left. Sophie has a severe fear of war. I need to get her out first." My blood ran cold. "What about me?" I asked, barely believing what I was hearing. Adrian clicked his tongue impatiently. "Clara, stop being so dramatic. Just take the embassy bus. It's the same." Explosions thundered in the distance, shattering everything I had believed in over the past seven years. Whatever love had once existed between us crumbled to dust. I stopped waiting. Slinging the emergency pack over my shoulder, I turned and walked away into the chaos of war.

After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival

After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival

5.0

The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost. Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal. This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline. I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.

I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice

I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice

5.0

My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file. I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold. Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack." I didn't respond. The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side. I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives. I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!" The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail. Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient. I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing. This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me. It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley. I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try." So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City. And I also decided to leave Jenson.

The Alpha's Secretly Powerful Rejected Mate

The Alpha's Secretly Powerful Rejected Mate

5.0

I was the secret, wolfless mate of Aries Monroe, the powerful Alpha of the Monroe Pack. But one night, I answered his phone and heard his mistress, Isla, triumphantly announce she was pregnant with his child. When Aries found out, he didn't show an ounce of guilt. Instead, he formally rejected me, severing our sacred bond and leaving my soul in agony. His mother even came to humiliate me, demanding I pack my bags to make room for his new Luna. The next day, Isla came to my apartment to gloat. I was so sick with grief that I threw up on her dress, and she suddenly collapsed in a pool of blood, miscarrying her baby. Aries burst through the door, choking me against the wall. "You were jealous, so you decided to kill her child?" He threw me in a detention cell and threatened me with a Pack trial for attempted murder unless I publicly apologized to his mistress. He had seen the security footage. He knew I never touched her. Yet he chose to frame his own fated mate just to give the woman he loved a perfect scapegoat. My heart completely died in that cold cell. I looked at the Rejection papers he forced upon me and agreed to go to the Healer's wing. But I wasn't going to surrender. I had just accepted a top-tier cybersecurity job, and my "apology" was going to be the performance of a lifetime.

Three Years Wrong: I Walked Away

Three Years Wrong: I Walked Away

5.0

I pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit karaoke room. Marlee Scott's legs were casually draped across my fiance Julian Lohan's lap. She had a lollipop between her lips, and a silver anklet with tiny bells hung around her ankle. As her foot swayed back and forth to the deafening bass, the bells chimed crisply. When she saw me walk in, she not only did not move her legs away, but also smiled and winked at me. "Oops, Teresa, you won't mind this, will you? I have always been a carefree person, kind of like one of the guys. There is really nothing between Julian and me. He has always treated me as a friend." Julian was lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other hand resting naturally beside her slender ankle. He glanced up at me but did not move. The teasing catcalls around us were abruptly gone. In Metropola, everyone in our social circle knew that I, Teresa Mendez, had a terrible temper, thought highly of myself, and could not tolerate even the slightest offense. I had been born with an exceptionally beautiful face. I was cold yet stunning. Even standing there expressionlessly under the dim lights, I was aggressively beautiful. My personality was indeed unpleasant, but my looks made up for it. At least that was why Julian had been chasing after me for four years. Back then, he had been so captivated by my cold but pretty face that he could even risk his life for me.

We Were Simply A Transient Presence In Each Other's Lives

We Were Simply A Transient Presence In Each Other's Lives

5.0

I am Nancy Schultz. Five months into my relationship with Jere Lloyd, I had prepared two surprises for him. The first was that I had decided to stay in the country for him. The second was that I was pregnant. But when I arrived at the parking lot of his company, I saw Jere, my tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, being cornered in his sports car by Nina Saunders, the most delicate-looking, beautiful woman in our company. Nina said to him, "I know I was wrong. I regret it. Jere, you said you would only ever love me for the rest of your life. How could you give someone else all the love that was supposed to be mine?" My heart abruptly clenched. Before I could react, Jere coldly pushed her hand away. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this really was just a misunderstanding and that I should trust him. But the next second, Jere said in a cold voice, and his words stopped me from immersing myself in my illusion. "1, 000 drones for a birthday celebration, a fireworks show cost a million dollars, jewelry of a seven-figure price... You really should regret it, Nina. You should have regretted it the moment you started dating two people at once! Because all of those things were supposed to be yours!" I froze where I stood. I realized there was no need to tell him about the two surprises after all.