Roldan Mccartney
8 Published Stories
Roldan Mccartney's Books and Stories
Rising From Betrayal: The New Billionaire's Love
Modern Amelie leaned against the cold hospital wall, her arm bleeding from deep, angry scratches.
When her husband of three years rushed down the hallway, she thought he was there to save her.
But Elon didn't even glance at her.
He ran straight to the woman who had just attacked Amelie—a sobbing model named Jasmine.
"Amelie! Have you lost your mind? Do you know she's pregnant with my child!"
Elon yelled frantically, his eyes full of furious condemnation before escorting his mistress away.
Soon after, her mother-in-law moved the mistress directly into Amelie's marital bedroom for bed rest.
They ordered Amelie to publicly accept the baby and swallow her pride, mocking her as a useless wife who couldn't conceive an heir.
They threatened that if she didn't clear the mistress's name, she would be divorced and thrown out of the wealthy family with nothing.
Staring at the arrogant mistress stroking her belly and her hypocritical husband defending her, Amelie felt a chilling wave of disgust.
They were so proud of this new heir, using it as the ultimate weapon to trample on her dignity.
But how could a man who was completely sterile get a woman pregnant?
The medical report confirming Elon's irreversible infertility was still locked safely in her vault at home.
Instead of crying, Amelie calmly turned on her phone camera to expose her bloody wounds to millions online.
She was going to tear this elaborate lie to the ground. The Hidden Medical Genius: Healing My Crippled Mafia Boss
Mafia One wedding. Two brides. A lethal trap.
My stepsister got the sparkling gown and the Mafia’s golden heir.
I got a five-dollar dress and a dying groom.
My father traded me away to seal a silent assassination, selling me to Damien Carlisle—a paralyzed, disfigured warlord whose enemies were eagerly waiting for sepsis to claim his life.
"He won't last a month," my stepsister mocked, pouring wine down my back. "Enjoy being a widow, dear sister."
Stranded in a cold, decaying manor with a dying man and traitorous servants, I was expected to weep and perish in the dark.
They made one fatal mistake.
The weak, pathetic girl they trampled on is gone. In her place stands a soul back from another world—armed with supreme medical tech, lethal toxin mastery, and the V-9 AI system.
I opened my medical bag and looked at the sleeping beast beside me.
They sent me here to die with a crippled outcast.
Instead, I’m going to build an Emperor—and tear their world apart piece by piece. The Runaway Heiress's Defiant Comeback
Mafia For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love.
On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had.
I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin.
Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family.
The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose.
I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over. The Alpha's Forbidden Mate: A Heart Shattered
Werewolf I’m the sister of a pack Gamma, but in the Nightshade Pack, status is everything. My brother Silas keeps warning me to stay away from the Blackwood family, especially the Alpha, Ryker. But I couldn't help it—I’m in love with Cole, the Alpha’s younger brother.
I thought our love was a secret sanctuary, a fated bond that defied the pack’s rigid hierarchy. Today, I decided to surprise him at the Packhouse, hoping to be the light in his stressful life as he prepared for the Alpha’s upcoming mate selection ceremony.
I snuck into the West Wing, only to find myself in a room that radiated pure, suffocating power. I didn't know I was in Ryker’s private office. When I touched a silver-framed photo of his parents, the door burst open. Ryker didn't just see a trespasser; he saw a violation. His Alpha Command hit me like a physical blow, forcing me to drop the frame. It shattered against the stone hearth, and with it, my entire world.
The rage in his eyes was absolute, a cold, terrifying fury that left me trembling on the floor. His future Luna, Mira, stood by, mocking my pathetic state as I scrambled to escape, my hand sliced open by the jagged glass. Why was he so cruel? And why did the scent of my own love, Cole, seem to make them look at me with even more disdain?
I couldn't go back to the life I knew. As I sat sobbing on the stairs, abandoned by the man I loved and broken by his brother, I realized I had been completely blind to the darkness of the Blackwood name.
I didn't care about the pack rules anymore. I looked at my bleeding hand and made a silent vow: I would uncover the secret behind why the Alpha hated me so much, even if it destroyed the very foundation of the pack. Unmasking A Monster: My Husband's Lies
Modern After we made love, my husband Ethan always did the same thing: he'd pull out papers for me to sign, saying it was just business. I trusted him completely, signing without reading, believing he was handling the boring paperwork so I could focus on my tech company.
Then, one night, I heard him on the phone with his childhood friend, Sarah Jenkins. "It' s done, Sarah. I got the last signature." They were draining my accounts, framing me for fraud, and planning to leave me bankrupt and facing prison.
My world shattered. This wasn' t just about money; they had meticulously planned this revenge for five years, fueled by a petty college misunderstanding. Every kiss, every "I love you" had been a calculated lie. The man I married was a monster.
The betrayal deepened when I discovered I was pregnant. Before I could process the news, Ethan, knowing how my absence for doctor' s appointments would raise questions, took me to the hospital, ostensibly for confirmation. But on the way, he sped up, deliberately causing a car crash that made me lose our baby. Temporarily blinded by the impact and drowning in grief, I was coerced into signing away everything, believing they were insurance forms.
It wasn't an accident. I overheard him tell Sarah, "The accident worked perfectly… No more baby to complicate things." He murdered our child.
How could the man I loved, the father of my child, be such a cold, calculating killer? How could I have been so blind, so trusting? My love had been his weapon, and his every act, a betrayal beyond imagination. But they had underestimated me. I was Chloe Miller, CEO. And I wasn' t just a broken woman; I was a woman scorned, ready for war. Unwanted Son, Cherished Groom
Sci-fi The Preston family mansion was cold, even in summer, a stark reminder that despite being their long-lost son, I was an intruder.
My adoptive brother Liam, the golden child, introduced me to the opulent life with a sneer, constant humiliation, and a cruel challenge: a series of contests to prove my worth, threatening to send me back to the gutter if I lost.
My biological parents, more concerned with appearances, stood by, silently endorsing my torment as I faced certain defeat, their indifference a deeper cut than Liam' s malice.
The ultimate blow came when my college girlfriend Chloe, my rock and only comfort, revealed her true colors: she was using me as a pawn to manipulate Liam, arranging for me to be discarded and married off to a dying heiress.
Heartbroken and empty, with nothing left to lose, I made a choice so desperate, so reckless, yet utterly mine: I would take Liam' s place at the altar, stepping into a world of unknown dangers, but finally, on my own terms. Stolen Hope: The Price of a Mother's Dream
Modern My life as a gig-economy delivery driver was tough, but I always kept my head down.
On Valentine' s Day, a late condom delivery for Room 12 at a sleazy motel spiraled into instant blackmail.
Kevin and Tiffany, the couple, scammed me out of my day' s pay and hit me with a one-star review that cratered my job rating.
Just as I thought it couldn't get worse, they escalated.
They claimed Tiffany was pregnant because I was supposedly late, demanding $20,000.
When I refused, they fabricated an assault, accused me of causing a miscarriage, and launched a vicious online smear campaign.
They doxxed me, ruined my reputation, and got me fired; I was days from homelessness.
But the ultimate blow came from the person who mattered most.
My foster mother, Sarah, the kindest soul I knew, used her life savings-money she' d been meticulously saving for decades to find her long-lost son-to pay them off, just to make them stop hounding me.
I couldn't believe it.
Her entire hope, her deepest dream, sacrificed for me because of their elaborate lies.
How could anyone be so utterly cruel, so shamelessly manipulative?
And watching Tiffany flaunt new "engagement" bling, clearly funded by Sarah's stolen hope, made my stomach churn.
No more.
They took my job, my home, and then her dream.
It wasn't about surviving anymore.
It was about making them pay.
Every last cent.
And for everything else.
I'm coming for them. You might like
His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius
Qing Cheng I flew back to New York on my twenty-fifth birthday, carrying vintage gold cufflinks I spent weeks finding for my billionaire husband, Declan.
But when I walked into our townhouse, I found him throwing a massive victory party with Sloane, a glamorous socialite, standing by his side as the proud hostess.
"Don't cause a scene. Go upstairs."
Declan coldly dismissed me in front of his guests.
Even Poppy, the rookie player whose shattered ankle I had painstakingly rebuilt, rolled her eyes and ignored me to suck up to Sloane.
Hiding in the shadows, I heard the maids gossiping that everyone thought Sloane was the future Mrs. Hartford.
To make matters worse, I discovered Sloane had stolen my anonymous, groundbreaking medical algorithm and was planning to present it as her own.
First my husband, then the girl I mentored like family, and now the scientific foundation I had built with my own hands.
Declan even texted me to cancel our birthday breakfast without a single apology, treating me like an annoying afterthought.
My tears vanished, replaced by a freezing clarity.
I signed the divorce papers, leaving them on his desk with zero demands for his money.
Then I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Boston, and prepared to destroy them on the global stage. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
Gertrude I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter.
But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back. Fake Wife, Real Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle
Anywho For seven years, I loved Aiden Mcmahon.
For two years, I believed I was his wife.
Then a county clerk told me the truth.
"Your marriage certificate is a forgery, Miss Buchanan."
My blood ran cold. "Then who is Aiden legally married to?"
"Ember Rowland."
His widowed aunt.
While I hid behind a computer building Aura Tech from nothing, Aiden took the credit, spent my inheritance, and played the brilliant billionaire CEO. The Napa Valley wedding, his vows, and every tender kiss had been part of a trap.
He never wanted a wife. He wanted my genius, my money, and my company.
Then I heard him promise Ember everything I owned.
"Her money stays. She goes."
"I'll tell her we fucked in every house she's about to lose."
I didn't cry. I recorded every filthy word.
Then I locked down Aura Tech's core system, gathered the evidence of his fraud, and walked into his fifty-million-dollar funding gala ready to destroy him.
That was where Adelard Knowles found me.
He was the untouchable heir to the mysterious Knowles dynasty, a titan who could shake Wall Street with a single decision—and my fake husband's most powerful uncle and bitterest family rival.
"I can help you take back everything," Adelard said.
"What do you want in return?"
His deep blue eyes settled on me.
"You. Marry me."
Aiden secretly married his widowed aunt.
So I married his billionaire uncle.
Our marriage was supposed to be a cold, mutually beneficial contract. But every time Adelard protects me, touches me, and calls me his wife, the ruthless billionaire looks less like an ally—and more like a man who never intends to let me go. The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon
Piao Guo Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone.
Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat.
"Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison."
"You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are."
When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice.
Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters.
They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff.
To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance.
Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie.
The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage.
Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family.
But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil. Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
Anemic Sun For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence.
When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer.
Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius.
Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer." 
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