Samuel Gray
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Samuel Gray's Books and Stories
His Betrayal, My Fierce Comeback
Modern I was the moral compass of modern media, a journalist with a flawless record and a penthouse life with my husband, Britton.
Then one phone call shattered it all. He blackmailed me, using a dark secret I kept for him, forcing me to retract a story and destroy my own career to protect his intern, Baylee.
The fallout was brutal. My reputation was ruined overnight. Fleeing the city, I was in a horrific car accident and woke up in the hospital to learn I'd had a miscarriage.
The final blow came when I called him for help, only to hear his intern giggling in the background.
The man I loved since we were kids, the one who swore to protect me, had orchestrated my ruin and cost me our child.
He left me for dead at the bottom of a cliff.
But he made one mistake: he didn't make sure I was dead. Pulled from the ocean by a mysterious stranger, I was reborn. Now, I'm coming back to reclaim everything he took-and make him pay. The Midnight Iris of Betrayal
Modern After fifteen years of marriage, my husband finally noticed my nail polish. The shade was 'Midnight Iris.'
It was also the favorite shade of his new assistant, Cheri.
When I confronted him, Brennan called me ridiculous. "Maybe you should get a job," he sneered. "Stop obsessing over meaningless things."
But the deepest cut came from my son, Bird.
"You don't even do anything all day," he said, his words a mirror of his father's. "And Cheri is picking me up today. She's way more fun than you."
Later, he texted, asking me to buy a birthday present for Cheri. My own birthday had been the week before. He hadn't even mentioned it.
He hadn't forgotten. He just didn't care. I had been replaced in my own home, in my own son's heart.
Before the tears could blind me, I sent a text to my lawyer.
"I want to give up custody. Completely. I can't be a mother to a child who doesn't see me." My Peace Beyond His Regret
Modern My boyfriend, Damien, chose a Vegas trip with his toxic best friend, Branden, over our relationship, ignoring my ultimatum that if he walked out, we were over. He walked.
A week later, he was back, dangling a designer handbag as a peace offering. But while he was partying, I was in the ER with a severe, stress-induced anxiety attack.
The final blow came when I saw Damien had 'liked' Branden' s social media post mocking my pain.
He stood outside my apartment, laughing with Branden, calling me "dramatic" and "clingy," completely unaware I had already packed his entire life into boxes.
"What... what is all this, Cecil?" he stammered, his face turning from shock to rage as he saw his belongings ready for the movers. "What have you done?"
I looked him dead in the eye, my voice cold and steady. "We're over, Damien. So, are these boxes going to your place, or to Branden's?" From Mafia Wife To Free Woman
Mafia For three years, I've been the wife of Dante Moretti, the head of the Chicago Bratva. My only purpose was to give him an heir. Today, I stared at the second pink line on a pregnancy test—a death sentence.
But my husband didn't want a wife. He wanted a vessel.
Hiding outside his office door, I heard him talking to his sister, Isabella. They were placing a million-dollar bet on the gender of my unborn child.
"But what about her?" Isabella asked. "Once she gives you the heir, she’ll be useless."
The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.
"She served her purpose," Dante said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "A broodmare is only valuable when it can produce. After that…"
He didn't have to finish. In his world, useless things are discarded. Violently. Every touch, every calculated smile had been a lie to secure his dynasty.
He saw a legacy, not a child. He saw a vessel, not a wife.
The only way to win his game was to knock the whole board over. I pulled out my phone and called the clinic my friend had told me about.
"Yes," I said, my voice a stranger’s, hollow and steady. "I'd like to schedule a termination." The Beta Rejected Me, So I Claimed His King.
Werewolf I stood at my mating ceremony, about to be joined with my pack's Beta, Brendan, under the watchful eye of the powerful Alpha King.
But just as the rites began, Brendan abandoned me at the altar. He ran off into the woods for another woman—a fragile rogue named Marina he had taken in.
He left me to face the humiliation alone. Then, a message came through the public leadership channel for all to hear. It was Brendan, announcing that Marina had attempted suicide and he couldn't leave her.
He then had the audacity to command me to apologize to the Alpha King on his behalf for the "disruption."
The man I had loved for six years, who had promised me forever just the night before, had traded my honor for a lie. He made me a laughingstock in front of the entire continent.
That night, drowning my sorrow in a human bar, I ran into the Alpha King himself. Fueled by whiskey and heartbreak, I made a reckless offer.
"He doesn't want me anymore," I slurred. "Alpha, do you want me tonight?"
To my shock, he accepted. And in his arms, I discovered a stunning truth: the Alpha King, my ex-fiancé's uncle, was my true fated Mate. My revenge had just begun. Woke Up as My Nemesis's Wife
Billionaires I, Selena Grant, was the most cherished daughter of the Grant family in Seaview City, a princess in all but name. Countless men longed to draw near, not for love, but for the status and glory that came with me.
But men never interested me. My only passion was my work, and my ambition was to see my empire stretch across the globe.
For a long time, I believed I would burn out in my relentless work, destined to grow old alone.
Until the day I woke in a bathtub.
From the phone came a voice, sharp with impatience, "Why aren't you dead already?"
A stranger-a servant-told me I was married, and that I had degraded myself time and again, staging suicide attempts just to win a glance from this man.
I didn't believe a word of it.
I could be relentless for my work, but never for a man.
I picked up the phone and glanced at hundreds of rejected call records and countless unsent messages, all beginning with the same desperate words, "I love you."
In that instant, I believed it.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I stared up at the ceiling.
Although I had lost three years of memories from this marriage, anyone who dared to treat me with such contempt would not escape the consequences. Stolen Identity, Stolen Love
Modern The plane landed, and Ethan Miller, world-renowned chef, felt the thrill of victory – the "Global Culinary Masters" trophy securely in his bag. He envisioned his fiancée, Sophia, and The Alchemist\'s Table, his restaurant that had just earned its third Michelin star.
But joy turned to ice as two burly guards blocked his entrance, demanding an invitation to his own restaurant. Laughter and champagne clinked inside, and a video played on a loop, showing "Chef Ethan Miller," holding his trophy, kissing it for the cameras-but it wasn\'t him.
The police arrived, called by the imposter, who claimed Ethan's ID was stolen. "The system says this ID was reported stolen two weeks ago. By Mr. Ethan Miller." They dragged him away, a man pleading, swearing he was the true Ethan.
He saw the imposter, his doppelgänger, putting an arm around Sophia, who leaned into him with a look of pure love. "Who am I?" he whispered, as his world crumbled, every memory, every achievement, every relationship with his fiancée replaced.
Humiliated, abandoned, and facing a life he no longer recognized, Ethan knew one thing: he had to reclaim his identity, no matter the cost. Back From The Dead For A Blank Check
Billionaires I poured everything into him.
As a struggling artist, I lived for Julian, my charming musician.
I paid his bills, cooked his food, convinced myself our love was worth more than money.
Then the black Escalades came.
My Julian, the man I loved, was Julian Vance, a billionaire heir.
He didn' t even look at me as his fixer handed me a check for $500,000, calling it a "thank you for your time."
My world shattered.
I tore the check, screamed my love wasn't for sale.
I was a romantic idiot.
To keep him, I leaked our story to the tabloids, forcing his family to make him marry me for appearances.
The marriage was hell.
Julian treated me with open disgust.
His monstrous grandfather systematically dismantled my life, isolating me, sabotaging my art, whispering poisons until I questioned my sanity.
The final blow: Julian on Page Six, laughing on a yacht with "his longtime companion," Serena.
My "love story" was a brutal nightmare, my grand romance a calculated humiliation.
The pain of betrayal, the sheer injustice, choked me.
How could something so pure turn so monstrously toxic?
I was a pawn.
That night, in our cold, empty penthouse, I ended my life.
But then, I woke up.
Back in my tiny Brooklyn apartment.
The day before I met Julian for the "first" time.
This time, I knew the script.
And this time, I wasn't here for love.
I was here to collect. When Family Turns Foe
Modern I was eight months pregnant, heading to my parents' home for their "big news."
I expected typical parental updates, maybe about retirement or a new hobby.
Instead, my 55-year-old mother was significantly pregnant, too, chirping "Surprise!"
My childhood bedroom was gone, replaced by a lavish nursery for my "miracle" baby brother, Jacob.
Then came the demands: financial support for Jacob, and even my condo-the only real security I owned.
They wanted me to fund their late-life child, whose existence they used as a weapon against me and my future firstborn son.
I refused, reeling from their blatant greed and emotional blackmail.
My mother's sweet tone turned to venom, threatening my husband Michael's successful career.
She warned she'd accuse him of elder abuse at his tech firm if I didn't comply, claiming "family helps family."
This was a new low, but it didn' t compare to what came next.
My half-brother Jacob, whom they forced upon me, fell critically ill with leukemia.
When I wasn't a match for a bone marrow donation, their demands turned monstrous.
They tried to force my then three-year-old son, Leo, my own fragile child, to be tested.
They spread lies online, publicly shaming me for "letting my brother die" by protecting my son.
I exposed their wicked scheme, posting signed agreements that showed their manipulative nature.
They retaliated with the unthinkable: they kidnapped my son, Leo, from preschool.
They intended to force a marrow extraction from my toddler, claiming it was a "life-saving diagnostic procedure."
That day, terror consumed me.
My own parents had crossed an unforgivable line, sacrificing my child for their selfish, desperate obsession.
I called the police, determined to rescue Leo and break free from their toxic grasp forever. The Charity Case Dare: Her Sweet Revenge
Young Adult Sarah Miller had one shot: Northwood Academy, a world away from her cramped apartment and her dad' s pain-ridden reality.
As a scholarship kid, navigating the gilded halls felt like walking a tightrope, especially with queen bee Tiffany Vanderbilt and her "Legacy Crew" constantly reminding her she didn' t belong.
One evening, sweeping the school theater, I froze, hearing voices from the green room.
Tiffany' s voice cut through the silence: "Chad and Brittany are useless… Ethan, it has to be you."
My blood ran cold as I listened to them plot the "Charity Case Dare" -a twisted game where golden boy Ethan Hayes would wine and dine me, make me fall for him, then publicly break my heart right before graduation.
It wasn't just bullying; it was a calculated psychological operation, a sport for their amusement.
They wanted to see me weep, utterly destroyed.
Their words, "charity case," echoed like a brand.
Every petty cruelty, every snicker, now made sickening sense.
How could people born with every privilege, every advantage, be so casually, viciously cruel?
Didn' t they have souls?
Was I just a disposable pawn in their endless pursuit of twisted entertainment?
The injustice burned, a bitter bile rising in my throat.
They thought they had me trapped, a helpless animal in their cruel game.
But they were wrong.
I wasn' t going to be their victim.
I would play along, I would weaponize their arrogance, their resources, and their monstrous scheme.
And when the final curtain fell, they wouldn' t know what hit them. The Stolen Heiress: A Mother's Fight
Billionaires I woke up with a scream stuck in my throat. It was Chloe's eighteenth birthday – a day that should have been filled with joy, but instead, it felt like a chilling replay. My daughter, my sweet girl, was supposed to celebrate her coming of age.
The nightmare wasn’t just a dream; it was a terrifying premonition of my past life, a future about to unfold. My own husband, Richard, methodically stripped us of everything: our fortune, our home, our very lives. He was poised to hand my family's legacy, down to Chloe's custom gown and heirloom jewels, to his fake orphaned relative, Amber, with his housekeeper Linda by his side.
I remembered it all: Richard's icy declaration that I was "mentally unstable," Chloe's brave defense, the brutal scuffle that left her gravely injured, and finally, the staged car accident that stole our lives. Now, the phone rang, confirming the exact chilling details: Richard's assistant, demanding I present Amber with *the* Hayes family necklace. I saw the bruises on Chloe’s arm, forced to polish Amber’s shoes.
How could this be happening again? The betrayal, the theft, the violence – it was too much. But this time, a fierce, cold rage ignited inside me. I was no longer the broken woman they had destroyed.
As the assistant chirped about the necklace, I walked to the display case holding the fake pieces meant to placate me. With a heavy bronze statuette, I shattered the glass, then smashed the trinkets. "Tell Mr. Thorne," I commanded, "the original plan stands for Chloe's birthday." This time, history wouldn’t repeat. This time, I’d reclaim everything. You might like
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 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!" 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." Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine
Fairlie Genin Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall.
But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor.
Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused.
Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, "Do you think you deserve it?"
Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, "Marry me?" Once The Bride He Discarded, Now The Love He Can't Forget
Jessica Thomas Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love.
Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over.
After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy.
As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option."
The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire.
He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?" 
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