Sheelagh Sexton
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Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal
Fantasy The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket.
"Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived.
My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before.
My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason.
Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible.
But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.' Beyond His Billion Dollar Regret
Romance My fiancé, Arthur Mckay, had just beaten leukemia. A bone marrow transplant saved his life, and we were supposed to be planning our engagement party, celebrating our future.
Then she walked in. Diana, the donor's beautiful, fragile ex-girlfriend. Arthur became obsessed, claiming he had "cellular memory" and that the donor's cells were compelling him to protect her.
He postponed our wedding plans for her. He let her invade our home, touching my art, sleeping in my robe. He called me possessive and cruel when I protested. The man who once promised to cherish me was gone, replaced by a stranger who used a medical procedure as an excuse for his cruelty.
The final straw was my mother's locket, the only thing I had left of her. Diana saw it and decided she wanted it, weeping that her dead boyfriend had owned one just like it.
When I refused, Arthur's face hardened. "Don't be a child," he ordered. "Give it to her."
He didn't wait for my answer. He strode forward and ripped the chain from my neck, the metal stinging my skin.
He fastened my mother's locket around Diana's throat. "This is a punishment, Ella," he said calmly. "Maybe now you'll learn some compassion."
As he wrapped a protective arm around her and led her away, I knew the man I loved was truly dead. I picked up my phone, my decision made.
"Dad," I said, my voice steady. "I'm coming home." Love, Lies, and a Fatal Dog
Romance My world shattered with a frantic phone call: my mother had been attacked by a dog. I rushed to the emergency room, only to find her gravely injured, and my fiancé, Cohen, dismissive and annoyed.
He arrived in his expensive suit, barely glancing at my bleeding mother before complaining about his interrupted meeting. "What's all the fuss? I was in the middle of a meeting." He then shockingly defended the dog, Caesar, belonging to his childhood friend Hillary, claiming it was "just playful" and my mother "probably scared him."
The doctor spoke of "severe lacerations" and infection, but Cohen only saw an inconvenience. Hillary, the dog's owner, appeared, feigning concern while smirking triumphantly at me. Cohen wrapped an arm around her, declaring it "not your fault, Hillary. It was an accident." He then announced he was still going on his "billion-dollar business trip" to Zurich, telling me to send the hospital bill to his assistant.
Two days later, my mother died from the infection. While I was arranging her funeral, picking out her burial clothes, and writing a eulogy I couldn't read, Cohen was unreachable. His phone was off.
Then, an Instagram notification popped up: a picture of Cohen and Hillary on a yacht in the Maldives, champagne in hand, with the caption: "Living the good life in the Maldives! Spontaneous trips are the best! #blessed #zurichwho?" He wasn't on a business trip. He was on a lavish vacation with the woman whose dog had killed my mother.
The betrayal was a physical blow. All his promises, his love, his concern-all lies. Kneeling at my mother's grave, I finally understood. My sacrifices, my hard work, my love-all for nothing. He had abandoned me in my darkest hour for another woman. It was over. Divorce Over Two-Fifty
Modern "That will be two dollars and fifty cents," the ice cream vendor chirped, a cheerful end to a warm afternoon.
My daughter, Lily, beamed up at me, eyes wide for a rainbow-sprinkled cone.
But before my fingers found my wallet, a cold voice cut through the air.
"What do you think you' re doing, Ava?"
It was Leo, my husband, arms crossed, face a mask of disapproval.
He shamed me, publicly, over two dollars and fifty cents.
"It' s the principle," he snapped, throwing a five-dollar bill at the vendor. "Consider this an advance. Transfer me one dollar and twenty-five cents by tonight. I' ll be checking."
My face burned, my heart twisting as Lily clung to me.
That night, I overheard his voice, warm and indulgent, on the phone.
"Of course, Sophia. You liked the red one? I' ll have it delivered to your new place tomorrow."
He was buying his stepsister a penthouse, showering her with gifts, yet demanding I pay for half of our daughter' s ice cream.
The contrast was a physical blow. His love, his generosity, was for someone else.
Later, in my small art studio, I typed a search: "divorce papers."
I downloaded the forms, each keystroke heavy, final.
When I placed the stack on his nightstand, he finally looked up, disbelief twisting his face into an ugly laugh.
"A divorce? Don' t be ridiculous. Is this about the car I bought Sophia? Are you that jealous?"
"It' s about the ice cream," I said, my voice steady, empty of the tears I' d held back all day.
He scoffed, tossing the papers aside.
"The ice cream? You want to end our marriage over two dollars and fifty cents? Ava, you' re being hysterical."
He didn't know yet. This wasn't hysteria. It was the quiet, steel-edged birth of a rebellion. Revenge Wears A New Face
Billionaires For five years, I was Julian Vance' s shadow, known only as his fiercely loyal assistant, but my dedication was a meticulously crafted lie.
My real mission was to avenge my sister, Sarah, an environmental activist Julian' s company silenced after she uncovered their toxic secrets.
Today, I walked out, my resignation a symbol of triumph as I held the USB drive with the evidence that would finally expose him at his grand charity gala.
But then, as I stood ready to unleash the truth, I instinctively shoved him from the path of a falling stage light, shattering my hand, my ribs, and my five-year plan.
Instead of gratitude, I received his cold dismissal, then Julian' s glamorous fiancée, Isabella, ordered his security to drown me, leaving me for dead in a freezing warehouse.
Julian, seeing me struggle, simply watched Isabella whisper in his ear before they turned their backs and walked away, abandoning me without a second thought.
I survived, only to have Julian demand I cover up his complicity, publicly discrediting me as "reckless" while Isabella played the hero and he played the concerned boss.
Why did he abandon me like a broken doll, only to then use my pain for his public image?
I was invisible, disposable, and I knew then that the truth wasn't enough; my revenge would be a personal one, meticulously planned.
I disappeared, only to be dragged back to a horrifying auction where Julian and Isabella sold me like property, but I refused to be his victim any longer.
My carefully built facade of loyalty shattered, not just for him, but for myself; I was done fighting his battles, living in his shadow, and now, finally, I was going to live for me. Seeing True, Seeing Deep
Romance The world was an ugly place, full of bland perfection, but I saw beauty in decay-a dead pigeon, a cracked wall.
Everyone else called my unique perception disgusting; it cost me my job at the bakery for finding art in a burnt loaf.
Now, an eviction notice on my door threatened to take my apartment, pushing me to the brink of despair.
Why was my genuine appreciation for the world' s true textures met with such revulsion, forcing me into a corner for simply seeing differently?
Then, a bizarre ad for "Crimson Peak Apartments" appeared, promising a "unique living environment" at an unbelievably low price, compelling me to take a chance on a place as strange as my own heart. The Billionaire's Fury
Billionaires I was on my private Caribbean island, living the dream retirement of a tech billionaire, confident my gentle son, Caleb, was safe at home in Palo Alto, surrounded by the loyal friends I' d funded and cherished. I' d built a fortress of care for him.
Then, a garish headline flashed on my screen: "SILICON VALLEY HEIR CALEB HUGHES, 18, TO WED REAL ESTATE SHARK DEBRA CLARKSON, 55. A LOVE STORY OR A HOSTILE TAKEOVER?" The accompanying photo showed my son, pale and lost, next to a woman old enough to be his grandmother, her hand possessively on his shoulder. My blood ran cold; this wasn't possible.
I immediately flew home, my fury matched only by a growing dread. The moment I stepped onto my estate, a familiar, toxic fescue grass covered the lawn – a severe allergen for Caleb – and the faces awaiting me were smug, not worried. Andrew, the son of my late partner, and the three girls I' d raised like my own, smirked, talking about Caleb's "scandal" and how they were "managing" his impending forced marriage to Debra Clarkson.
My heart shattered as Caleb limped down the stairs, gaunt, covered in an allergic rash, his eyes hollow. They claimed his injuries were from a skateboarding accident and self-harm, that he was "difficult" and "infertile," spinning a web of lies to blame him for his own torment. How could the people I trusted betray us so completely? Why would they do this to an innocent boy?
But when Debra Clarkson brazenly walked in, and she and Andrew openly planned to take over my family and fortune, then dared to lay a hand on my son, something snapped. They thought I was a washed-up genius on an island. They were about to learn Nathaniel Hughes was far from finished. The Widow's Deadly Secret
Horror Six months into rebuilding her life, single mom Sarah is proposed to by Mark, a kind widower.
Her heart, long dormant, finally warms as Mark proposes, surrounded by their hopeful children.
But then, a terrifying premonition: a camping trip with Mark's daughter, Lily, turns deadly as Lily summons hordes of venomous spiders to kill Sarah and her son, Leo, coldly whispering, "No one gets to be Daddy's favorite but me and my real mom."
Sarah gasps awake, back at the proposal, the chilling memory of venom and Lily' s malevolence still vivid.
With a shudder, Sarah rejects Mark, baffling him and infuriating his family, who brand her cruel, while Lily's angelic facade cracks to reveal a glimpse of pure, icy fury.
Lily, however, won't be deterred; she stalks Sarah, hacking Leo's smartwatch and staging a manipulative late-night scene that traps Sarah into letting her inside.
The nightmare escalates when Lily kidnaps Leo from his after-school program, and Sarah discovers Mark's shocking history: all his previous girlfriends, and even his wife, died from mysterious "spider bites."
Sarah' s confusion turns into a cold fury, realizing Mark isn't just oblivious but complicit, enabling his daughter's monstrous trail of victims.
Lily' s voice, relayed by a tarantula-borne recorder, demands Sarah come alone to an abandoned quarry, threatening Leo with a spider attack.
Knowing the police will only escalate the danger, Sarah races towards the quarry, ready to face the truth and fight for her son' s life. The Heiress They Tried to Bury
Billionaires For three years, I poured every ounce of myself into Liam's tech dream, working multiple jobs to keep a roof over our heads.
Tonight was the night I'd finally tell him my own life-altering secret: I was Ava Vance, the long-lost, presumed-dead heiress to the colossal Sterling-Vance empire.
I believed in him, utterly.
But he didn't walk in alone.
He arrived with a stunning, polished woman named Chloe, arm-in-arm, and then dropped the bomb: she was his fiancée, and her father was his lead investor.
He looked at me, his eyes cold and dismissive.
"I'm leaving you," he stated flatly, then mocked our entire relationship, calling me just a "housekeeper" and an "embarrassment."
When Chloe spilled wine on herself, Liam forced me to my knees to apologize to her like a maid.
The ultimate betrayal came when he returned later, poisoned me to destroy my voice, and dragged my limp body into our cold, damp basement dungeon to keep me quiet.
From my prison, I overheard them coldly plotting to frame me as delusional and commit me to a psychiatric hospital forever.
The man I had loved and sacrificed everything for was a monster, systematically ripping away my very existence.
Every lie, every calculated cruelty, twisted into a horrifying full picture.
But they seriously underestimated the woman they thought they'd silenced.
Just as two thugs came to haul me away, I found the strength to activate the emergency beacon hidden in my Sterling-Vance necklace.
They believed I was a "lost cause," but they were about to face the terrifying wrath of the Sterling-Vance empire. The Billionaire's Deadly Game
Romance Ava Miller was a rising Hollywood starlet, on the verge of landing her dream role in a major film, with her supportive producer boyfriend, Ethan Reed, by her side.
She believed he was her rock, her unwavering champion in a cutthroat industry.
Suddenly, a bombshell from TMZ exploded: "EXCLUSIVE: Rising Star Ava Miller's Wild Night Out - Intimate Photos Leaked!"
Ava' s stomach dropped, but the true terror struck when she overheard Ethan, her supposed protector, confessing to orchestrating the entire smear campaign, designed to ruin her and clear the path for another actress.
Her reputation was instantly shattered, her dream role snatched away. Ethan then paraded his new muse, Isabelle Vance, publicly, openly mocking Ava.
His betrayals escalated to chilling cruelty: allowing Isabelle to destroy Ava's cherished family heirloom, gifting Ava a "healing" cream secretly designed to permanently scar her face, and in a twisted act of horror, facilitating the amputation of Ava's finger as a transplant for Isabelle after a set fire.
Amidst this escalating torment, Ava' s memories of a past life shattered her reality. She was his wife then, too, but he was always obsessed with Isabelle.
Now reborn, Ethan was brutally replaying that obsession, deliberately using Ava as a disposable pawn, inflicting unimaginable pain to "correct" his past.
The depth of his malice was incomprehensible, a cold fury consuming her.
But from the ashes of her destroyed life, Ava chose to rise.
She underwent reconstructive surgery, embraced a new identity as Eve Ashton, and meticulously planned her escape to London, vowing to forge a new, unburdened existence, free from Ethan' s suffocating, toxic grasp. From Ghost to King: The Montgomery's Vengeance
Billionaires I'm Ethan Montgomery, son of tech moguls.
In a life I barely lived, I extended naive kindness to Kyle Johnson, our housekeeper's son, by giving him a supplementary Amex card. A small help, I thought.
He used it like a magic wand. Kyle became the campus philanthropist, "donating" labs and AC with my money. He'd smirk, making me feel indebted for letting him build his empire using my funds.
It climaxed when he claimed my cherry-red graduation muscle car. When I tried to tell the truth, his "fans" turned, screaming, "Liar! Thief!" They shoved me, fists flew. My reputation shattered. I became a pariah.
I gathered proof to expose him. But Kyle couldn't let his world crumble.
His aunt, a construction manager, violently swerved her truck into my car.
Metal screamed. Glass shattered.
Pain, then darkness.
Kyle, my "grieving best friend," then stole my entire inheritance, my life.
A gasp tore from my throat. My eyes snapped open.
I was in the university conference room.
Dean Thompson beamed, Kyle Johnson, triumphant, signed the "Innovation Lab" agreement.
The exact moment.
This time? My fingers, steady, fumbled for my phone. "Supplementary cards. Kyle Johnson. Deactivate. Confirm." The Comeback Engineer: No More Second Chances
Modern At NovaFlight Dynamics, I was "the guy who couldn't get his fiancée to the altar." Alex Miller. My fiancée, Jessica Thorne, a co-founder, had canceled our wedding thirty-two times. I poured my genius into NovaFlight' s critical satellite launch, always putting her first, even as the 33rd date loomed.
She canceled again, for Leo Maxwell, a junior engineer. That night, at the pre-launch party, Jessica, radiant, openly fed Leo a canapé. He flashed a new luxury smartwatch, mirroring hers. On our seven-year anniversary, Leo's Instagram showed them clinking champagne glasses: "Celebrating a successful partnership!"
I resigned, publicly terminating our engagement. Jessica, smelling of Leo' s cologne, abandoned me for his 'crisis.' My engagement ring? Tossed aside. I threw it in the trash. At the office, Leo 'accidentally' destroyed my personal research laptop with corrosive solvent. Jessica witnessed it, then shrieked, blaming me and demanding I credit Leo for my groundbreaking designs.
My very dignity was systematically dismantled. My dedication, my love, my future-all casually destroyed. The future she spoke of was a cruel, hollow joke.
A dark government vehicle waited. I powered down my old phone as her casual 'raincheck' text buzzed one last time. I stepped into the car without a single look back. This wasn't an end; it was finally, unequivocally, my beginning. Waking Up to Her True Face
Romance Ethan Miller, a Seattle software architect, woke in a cold sweat, his heart hammering. His wife, Olivia, slept peacefully beside him, unaware.
The calendar showed it was ten years earlier, their first year of marriage, but he’d just lived through a terrifying premonition: Olivia, supposedly dead for two years, reappeared in an Alaskan lodge with another man, Liam, confessed a harrowing regret, then died again.
The dream's raw pain and phantom ache of betrayal clung to him, chilling his once-normal mornings.
Soon, the nightmare began to bleed into his present. Olivia's late nights grew more frequent, her phone calls hushed. He caught glimpses of a new, unfamiliar perfume.
Then, the undeniable truth: witnessing her outside an upscale restaurant, laughing intimately with a young man, Liam Vance, his heart-stoppingly familiar face mirroring the one in his dream.
A small park rendezvous sealed it—a public, passionate kiss, Liam’s smug gaze, Olivia captivated. The illusion of his loving wife shattered with sickening finality.
But the worst was yet to come. Hiding in plain sight, Ethan overheard Olivia giddily discussing Liam, dismissing him as "boring," and chillingly, casually discussing his life insurance policy. "Enough to start fresh, really fresh."
His blood ran cold. The woman he had adored, trusted implicitly, was gone, replaced by a calculating stranger.
All he felt was a profound, wrenching injustice, a searing bewilderment. He was a fool.
But Olivia’s contempt and calculated cruelty would not go unpunished. No longer a naive, trusting fool, Ethan, armed with this terrifying future knowledge, made a quiet, chilling decision.
He picked up his phone, his fingers trembling, and called his shrewd Aunt Carol in London. It was time to orchestrate his own disappearance, to rewrite his destiny. The Wolf King's Life As An Olympian
Modern Sure! Here’s the translation:
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I am a wolf from the north, but unexpectedly, I became a bench player who didn't make it to the Olympics.
"They're crawling, why are they so slow?"
Audience: "Did he install a motor? This speed is insane!"
National sprint team coach: "Switch events, he's a good prospect!"
After being eliminated, everyone was waiting for me to voluntarily leave the team.
But in a friendly match, when I got on as a substitute, I ran like the wind and scored wildly.
From then on, I soared to new heights and was promoted to team captain.
Until the off-season when I was dragged into a reality show.
Netizens: "Help! Please blur his voice and face, and his abs!"
"Get away, hubby! I want to have your baby!"
I retweeted and tagged the new TV queen, "Sorry, in our wolf clan, we practice lifelong monogamy."
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Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
PageProfit Studio Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend. Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal
Sheelagh Sexton The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket.
"Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived.
My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before.
My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason.
Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible.
But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.' UNDER THE PRINCE OF LUST'S WILES
JMFelic In a large shopping mall we went. It was three storeys high, complete with restaurants and fast-food chains. He guided me to the second floor where all of the goods I had specified to him were located. Again, stores after stores were lined up for me choose, but I decided to enter one where its window knickknacks caught my eyes. The store was named, Ann Summers.
Weird things. I most certainly hadn't seen objects like these in my entire life. The shapes were weird too; circular, elongated, heart-shaped in bold neon colors. There were even objects that looked like rods and cuffs of different sizes and colorful jelly rings with studs. My brain immediately registered children's toys?
However, the moment I stepped inside the store, my brain immediately scratched the word CHILDREN and replaced it with ADULT! My eyes widened as I took in every single detail that welcomed me.
Eriol, who trailed behind me earlier, now stood right in my side. He gave a light tap on my shoulder to which I immediately jerked away. Our eyes met and I swear he looked at me with a twinkle of mischief.
'Funny, you seem to have lost your way directly into this place, Milady,' he said and gave me a freaking roguish grin!
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I am hoping that my vacation in my Aunt's mansion is worth it. Leaving my volunteer work in Nepal abruptly is not what I wanted but there is nothing I can do, my Aunt is just too insistent. I know staying in there would be enjoyable, but I never thought that everyday would become something more... more than unbearable, and it all stems to a certain man - the head butler of the house - specifically too attentive of me.
Genre: Supernatural Romance
Status: Completed
All Rights Reserved 2020
JMFelic Books Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
Kinship I was Chloe, a frontwoman of "Nightingale & Guitarist," a life I’d painstakingly built with Liam, the struggling musician I’d saved.
For five years, I was his muse, his partner, his wife, having chosen him over my original, shattered reality.
Then, Liam began his affair with Kendra, our ambitious tour assistant.
For three unbearable years, I lived a grotesque parody of a marriage, enduring his blatant betrayals, his gaslighting, and Kendra’s open triumph, as if I had somehow deserved this calculated heartbreak.
The final, crushing blow came on my birthday, backstage, when Kendra callously announced her pregnancy, a child she claimed was Liam's, right after he'd publicly blamed me for her distress.
How could I have given up everything, every piece of my true self, Elara the cellist, only to be reduced to this, a discarded note in their discordant symphony?
Why did I allow myself to be consumed by such a bitter, endless performance?
But a lifeline appeared: The mysterious Dreamweaver system, which had first sent me to Liam, offered a way to finally go back.
To my real life.
To myself.
For ten days, I methodically dismantled every trace of "Chloe," liquidating all the assets, severing every tie, until my final, quiet disappearance at midnight, as gracefully as a fading echo.
Yet, even in my true world, peace was fleeting; Dreamweaver demanded I return, one last time, to quell Liam’s destructive grief, which threatened to unravel the very fabric of his reality.
I had to finish what I started, to play the final, unburdened note. SHADOWED SALVATION
Ringing The World Who are you?" I sluttered, attempting to take a step back but my feet seemed rooted to a spot.
The mysterious man smiled, his eyes glinting in amusement, "I am someone who knows you," he said, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. "I am someone who has been waiting for you."
I looked around, I was surrounded by lifeless Bodies, slaughtered brutally by something worse than a monster, "What happened here?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.
The mysterious man chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "They are dead, you killed them all." He said, his eyes glistening in happiness, "You've become the person I knew you would be."
I felt a pang, I looked at my hands, they were covered with blood. However, the question remains: did I really kill all these people? If yes... then who am I?
Read on to find out! From Betrayed Fiance To Head Sentinel
Huo Wuer For ten years, I, Ethan, covertly drained my own life force, bound by a sacred Legacy Pact to endlessly protect Chloe, my intended fiancée.
I even entered a reluctant betrothal with Olivia, all to shield Chloe from the Elders' wrath and her own destructive choices.
Then, facing me across the dining room, Chloe announced she was pregnant with Julian' s child.
She ordered me to arrange their wedding and then vanish from the estate permanently. She relentlessly forced me to create powerful, life-draining talismans for Julian, leaving me broken, isolated, and barely clinging to life.
At her wedding, Julian whispered the ultimate betrayal: Chloe had orchestrated my parents' social ruin, their isolation, and their tragic deaths.
The woman I had protected, the woman I had bled for, had meticulously destroyed my family. My heart shattered into a million pieces, fueled by a searing rage.
How could someone I loved inflict such monstrous cruelty, meticulously dismantling my life and family? Every sacrifice, every silent suffering, now mocked me with her horrifying truth.
After Chloe tasered me for daring to react to Julian's confession, I barely escaped with Olivia' s aid.
Now, fully recovered and reborn with my Sentinel powers blazing, I stand as the powerful new Head of the Sentinels.
Chloe thinks she won. She' s about to find out the true meaning of a reckoning.
This time, I' m not protecting anyone but myself. Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Lian Shuang Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her… …and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge. But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? Watching My Family Burn
Shi Liu I woke up floating.
Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare.
My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up."
My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene.
Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise.
Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home.
What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten.
Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley.
My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily?
The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream.
Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River.
But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths.
My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin. 
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