Serena Light
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His Mother, My Vengeance
Modern The last thing I remembered was the splintering pain as I tumbled down the stairs. My mother-in-law, Martha, stood at the top, her face a mask of cold satisfaction.
"You should have just stayed in your place, Sarah. None of this had to happen."
Her words were crueler than the impact that shattered my bones. My vision blurred to a dark red.
The last image in my mind wasn't of her, but of my daughter, Lily, her tiny body limp in my arms. Lily was dead because of Martha. And now, so was I.
My husband, Mark, would believe his mother. He always did. My death would be just another inconvenience for them.
Then, a sudden, blinding light. I shot up, drenched in sweat.
My room was familiar. My hands were whole. No pain. My phone buzzed.
October 12th. The day Lily died.
Pure terror washed over me. This had to be a dream. But the room was real. My frantic heartbeat was real.
I had come back. I was given a second chance. Not for forgiveness. Not for reconciliation. A chance for revenge.
The submissive Sarah was gone, shattered at the bottom of those stairs. The woman who woke up was forged in betrayal and grief.
Lily was downstairs with Martha. Martha, who in a few hours, would give my peanut-allergic daughter a "special" peanut cookie. The same Martha who dismissed Lily' s deadly allergy as "just a little sensitivity."
They didn' t believe me. Or they didn' t care. The result was the same. My daughter died.
Not this time.
I ran. The smell of sweet, nutty death filled the air. I burst into the kitchen, just as Martha offered Lily the cookies.
"No!" I ripped the plate from her hand, shattering it in the sink.
"You will never, ever eat Grandma's cookies," I told Lily, holding her close. "They will make you very, very sick."
Martha puffed out her chest. "Peanut isn't going to kill anyone. It builds up tolerance." The same words she'd used before. The same excuses that put my daughter in a casket.
But I wasn't that woman anymore.
"You are a stupid, stubborn old woman," I said, cold and clear. "Your 'wisdom' is going to get someone killed."
I knew all their secrets now. The game had changed. And I was making the rules. From His Shadow To Her Throne
Mafia For a decade, I was Ace. Dominic Russo' s top enforcer, his strategist, the ghost who made his problems vanish. I built his empire in Port Sterling, brick by bloody brick, on the promise of a shared throne, our future intertwined. My loyalty was absolute, my love fierce.
Then, I heard shattered glass. Standing outside his office, I listened as he planned his wedding to Chloe Miller, a socialite. He called me a mere "tool," "not wife material," unfit for his meticulously crafted public image. Ten years of unwavering loyalty, countless sacrifices, casually thrown away.
The man I bled for, who I loved, demanded I empty our shared home for his new bride. Chloe, viciously, later read from his journal, twisting every one of my life-threatening missions into romantic backdrops for her. His lies ran deeper than I imagined, confirmed by his own rival: he' d manipulated me, used me as a human shield.
How could he discard me so utterly, erase my sacrifices, gaslight my reality, turning my devotion into a weapon against me? The shock hardened into glacial fury, burning away every lingering sentiment.
He thought I was just a tool? He was about to discover how sharp a tool could be when it decided to carve its own destiny. I picked up my burner phone and called Elijah Kane. Dominic' s entire empire was now a gift, served on a silver platter. Replaced By A Pregnant Substitute
Romance Five years ago, my fiancé, tech billionaire Jaxon Kent, went missing. When I reported it, I became the laughingstock of Seattle. The police told me his real fiancée was an actress named Kamila.
But I was the one living with him, hidden away in his coastal villa. I was his secret, his ghost, while she wore my identity for the world.
After a fall at the police station, a miracle happened: I regained my sight. The first thing I overheard was Jaxon telling a doctor not to let my vision be restored.
He said he' d fallen for my replacement. That a blind, dependent wife was better for him now that his substitute was pregnant with his heir.
He had built me a castle not to protect me, but to imprison me. He had given me the 'Eternal Heart' diamond, then sold our love for a cheap copy.
My life was a lie. My future was stolen. And the man I loved was a monster.
So I set the castle on fire. As the flames consumed the monument to my stolen life, I whispered to the inferno, "Your love is tainted, Jaxon, and I don't want it anymore." Nine Choices, One Final Goodbye
Romance My arranged marriage had a cruel condition. My husband, Rico, had to pass nine "loyalty tests" designed by his childhood obsession, Sofia. Nine times, he had to choose her over me, his wife.
On our anniversary, he made his final choice, leaving me sick and bleeding on the side of a highway in a storm.
He raced to her side simply because she called, claiming to be scared of the thunder. He’d done this before—abandoning my gallery opening for her nightmare, my grandmother’s funeral for her conveniently broken-down car. My entire life was a footnote in their story, a role Sofia later admitted she had hand-picked for me.
After four years of being a consolation prize, my heart was a block of ice. There was no more warmth left to give, no more hope left to crush. I was finally done.
So when Sofia summoned me to my own art gallery for a final act of humiliation, I was ready. I calmly watched as my husband, desperate to please her, signed the document she slid in front of him without a glance. He thought he was signing an investment. He had no idea it was the divorce agreement I’d slipped into the folder an hour before. My Fairytale Shattered: His Cruel Betrayal
Billionaires For nine years, my marriage to tech titan Julian Gallegos was a fairytale. He was the powerful mogul who adored me, and I was the brilliant architect who was his world. Our love was the kind people whispered about.
Then, a car crash stole it all. He woke up with the last nine years of his memory erased. He didn't remember me, our life, or our love.
The man I loved was gone, replaced by a monster who saw me as his enemy. Under the influence of his manipulative childhood friend, Helena, he had my brother killed over a petty debt.
He didn't stop there. At my brother's funeral, he ordered his men to break both of my legs. His final act of cruelty was stealing my voice-having my vocal cords surgically transplanted into Helena, leaving me mute and shattered.
The man who once promised to protect me had become my tormentor. He had taken everything from me. My all-consuming love for him finally curdled into pure, absolute hate.
He thought he had destroyed me. But he was wrong. I faked my own death, leaked the evidence that would burn his entire empire to the ground, and vanished. The man I married was already dead. It was time to make the monster wearing his face pay for everything. The Unwanted Wife's Rebirth
Romance For six years, I' d been Julian Hayes' s perfect accessory, Eleanor Vance, the "beautiful artist" he' d saved. On my birthday, playing poker with powerful men, Julian, with a cruel smile, offered me as his wager: "If I lose this hand, Eleanor is yours for the night." He' d won, of course, and then claimed me with a possessive kiss, a chilling display of ownership.
That night, my world truly shattered. Julian ignored me, charming a young woman named Chloe, a carbon copy of his deceased first love. He then sent me to dress Chloe for her new life with him, revealing I was pregnant during this humiliating ordeal.
My secret hope that a child would change things was crushed when Chloe, the exact person who made me pregnant, staged an accident, throwing herself down the stairs and blaming me. Julian, believing her, cast me out, coldly messaging my sister to "Keep her. She' s a liability."
From my hospital bed, I was released from Julian' s gilded cage only to find myself traded to Marcus Thorne, a ruthless rival, like property. He was violent, leaving bruises that I had to hide. My desperation led to a dangerous choice-a last resort plan to fake my own death.
How could the man I loved, my childhood savior, discard me so carelessly, then sell me to a monster? How could he fall for such a transparent lie engineered to completely erase me?
Despite everything, I had to create a new life, to build a future free from the shadow of the man who had bought and sold me like a thing. Second Chances, True Love
Romance "Are you sure about this, Chloe?" Ethan' s voice came through the phone, a mix of hope and disbelief. "Marrying me?" For seven years, I had loved Mark, believing we were a power couple, an architect and a developer building dreams.
A week ago, I discovered I was just his "pastime," a "fun distraction." He was already engaged to Sophia Miller, a socialite whose picture was plastered all over the society pages. He offered to keep me as his mistress, a proposition he tried to seal with a diamond-studded collar engraved with "Mine."
I reeled, but kept my face blank as he left for Sophia' s birthday party- which I later learned was a surprise party at his mountain estate. He abandoned me on a deserted road after I slapped him for trying to put the collar on me in the car. Sophia appeared, feigning concern, then publicly humiliated me and accused me of pushing her, an accusation Mark instantly believed.
He left me in his car, miles from home, only to send his secretary to pick me up and bring me to Sophia' s party. There, Sophia, with Mark's approval, arranged for me to be assaulted, then lied again, claiming I had attacked her. Mark, seeing my bleeding knee but choosing to believe them, told me to apologize, calling me a "crazy ex."
Why did he believe her so easily? Why was I, after seven years, so easily replaced by a woman he barely knew, who so clearly hated me? Why was I left feeling nothing but sick, used, and utterly disposable?
With the last shred of my dignity, I pulled myself up, refusing to be his victim or her pet. I took the blood money he offered, blocked his number, and escaped, flying home to Ethan, ready to leave the nightmare behind and build a new future for myself. Her Cruelty, His Rage, Their Reckoning
Romance The party was a glittering facade, and I, Ethan Miller, a prop in Scarlett Hayes' s meticulously crafted charade.
A medical student desperate to save my dying mother, I agreed to be her temporary fiancé, a stand-in for her deceased step-brother, Liam.
But her cruelty escalated, punishing me by cutting off my mother' s critical medical funding, a sadistic game that led directly to her death.
In that sterile hospital room, a chilling confession: Scarlett admitted her malicious act, transforming my grief into a cold, burning rage.
Days later, Liam, Scarlett' s obsessive step-brother, brutally attacked me in an alley, leaving me for dead, fueled by her manipulative lies.
I clung to life, recovering in the city' s underbelly, a ghost of my former self, my dreams of becoming a doctor shattered.
Just as I thought I had disappeared, they found me, mocking my new low, publicly humiliating me again.
Their power felt absolute, her control over me a suffocating weight.
But a flicker of humanity, a shocking intervention from Liam himself, offered a glimpse of escape from their twisted game.
I refused their blood money, turning my back on their toxic world, determined to seek justice for my mother and reclaim my life.
I rebuilt, pouring my soul into neuroscience, achieving the success they tried to deny me, finding love and a future brighter than I ever imagined.
Their empire crumbled, Liam imprisoned, Scarlett a ghost haunted by her past.
In a final, shocking twist, she shielded me from a vengeful bullet, an act of sacrifice that closed the darkest chapter of my life.
Now, free from their shadow, I live a life of purpose and joy, a testament to resilience, a future built on love, not lies. The Chef's Stolen Life
Romance One moment, I was Scarlett, the culinary world's rising star, my hands turning simple ingredients into art.
The next, a brutal car crash stole everything: my sense of taste and smell, my career, my future.
My boyfriend, Ethan, stayed by my side, a devoted rock, bringing me medication for pain, assuring me of his unwavering love while I swallowed tasteless food, devoid of joy.
But one night, a overheard conversation shattered my broken world: Ethan, conspiring with my half-sister Bethany, revealing the "accidental" crash was orchestrated, the "pain medicine" was suppressing my recovery, all to ensure Bethany won a culinary competition.
The man who swore he loved me had meticulously dismantled my life for her, his every sweet word a lie.
I swallowed the bitter pills, no longer for pain, but a promise to myself: I would escape, play the part of the fragile victim until I could break free, and reclaim what was stolen from me. The Wedding He Lost
Romance For eight years, I played the perfect high-society fiancée to Andrew Lester, a man consumed by guilt, whose emotional distance masked a disturbing fixation on his "niece," Molly. I silently endured his self-imposed celibacy, convinced his aloofness was just his penance.
But weeks before our wedding, I found a positive pregnancy test in our bathroom trash. It wasn't mine. Hours later, the man who hadn't touched me in years stormed into my bedroom and his hands closed around my throat. "Where is she?" he whispered, desperate, then chillingly revealed, "She's pregnant, Jennifer. With my child."
My heart didn't break; it turned to ice as he choked me while begging for the girl carrying his baby. Then, the ultimate betrayal: thrown into our freezing pool by his guards, I watched him comfort Molly, heard him call me a "shield," right before a sharp, agonizing pain erupted. I looked down to see a dark plume of blood in the water. I was losing my baby.
I woke in a bare guest room, branded "dramatic" for bleeding out in his pool. Later, Molly, with a smirk, told me she' d removed my roses for her fake allergies and that Andrew only married me "for show." Moments later, she faked a fall into the pool, shrieking about her baby, and Andrew, without hesitation, slapped me across the face, utterly blind to her deception.
The sting on my cheek, the taste of blood in my mouth, and his complete devotion to her lie finally shattered my last illusion. He had made his choice. Now, I would make mine. No Second Chances: A Founder's Regret
Romance For a decade, I poured my soul into InnovateNext, transforming it from a garage startup into a Silicon Valley unicorn, building its core technology from scratch as CTO, all alongside the man I loved, Ethan Vance.
Today, the eve of our massive IPO, was supposed to be our shared triumph.
Instead, I walked into the boardroom to find a perfectly poised stranger, Chloe Hayes, sitting in my chair, the one next to Ethan.
He introduced her as our new COO, the very position he had promised me for years, casually informing me she' d be taking my office, too.
My blood ran cold as I heard him parrot corporate jargon about her "polish" and "background," realizing he chose his high school ex-girlfriend over me-the woman who had saved his company from bankruptcy and coded for 72 hours straight, collapsing in the process.
The betrayal was absolute, reducing ten years of my life, my sacrifice, my very worth, to a mere "business decision."
But what he didn't realize was that when he took everything, he also freed me.
He was about to discover what happens when you discard the architect and expect the building to stand. 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. Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Lila Rivers Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past.
On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse.
But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened.
Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation.
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Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail.
But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world." 
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