Shi Yue
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Shi Yue's Books and Stories
Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns
Modern I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress.
The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton’s "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed.
Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite.
"Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so."
The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement.
I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position.
I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night.
Easton thinks I’m a penniless housewife who won’t last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I’m Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire.
I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I’m returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees. His Robot Love, Her Broken Heart
Sci-fi For five years, New York society envied me, Ava Riley, the perfectly devoted wife to tech titan Liam Carter.
Though legally blind, I felt his love in every touch, every whispered word, convinced I was the luckiest woman alive.
But one night, a searing pain shot through my head, a shocking kaleidoscope of color exploded behind my eyelids, and then-I could see.
My vision, blurry but real, focused on the bed.
It wasn't Liam on top of me.
It was a faceless, flawless robot, moving with the practiced intimacy I believed belonged to my husband.
Then I saw Liam across the room, wrapped around a perfect, lifelike doll-his adopted sister, Sophia.
Every intimate moment of our five-year marriage, every cherished touch, had been a vile, mechanical lie.
The truth crashed down: I was just a blind prop in his twisted obsession, a placeholder for the woman he truly desired.
When I confronted this horrifying reality, Sophia pushed me down the stairs, and I lost our baby.
But Liam' s concern wasn't for me.
He protected Sophia, dismissing my pain, our child, and even me, as collateral damage, painting me as an "emotionally unstable liar" to cover their tracks.
How could the man I loved betray me so utterly?
How could my own sacrifice have led to such a depraved deception?
My heart didn't just break; it became a cold, hard stone of disbelief and fury.
Lying in that hospital bed, rage burning through my soul, I ripped up Liam' s seven-figure "hush money" check, looked Sophia directly in her astonished eyes, and declared, "I' m divorcing him. And I' m not going quietly. I' m going to take everything." The Blind Wife Who Saw Everything
Romance I sacrificed everything for Michael Thorne, the ambitious man I loved and believed in.
My promising career, built on integrity, crumbled when I took the fall for his unethical land deal, my name tarnished, my reputation destroyed.
The immense stress manifested as psychosomatic blindness, transforming my vibrant world into an indistinct haze, making me completely dependent on him.
He vowed to be my eyes, a low murmur of reassurance, his control a heavy cloak I mistook for devotion, as he built his real estate empire on the ruins of my life.
For years, I was a captive in our luxurious city apartment, a gilded cage arranged for my impaired convenience, subtly controlled by the man who claimed to protect me.
But then, a miracle: my vision, slowly, painstakingly, began to return, a fragile hope I nurtured in secret.
Eager to surprise him, I cut my therapy retreat short, only to silently unlock our door and find him in bed with his conniving junior associate, Tiffany.
My newly restored sight, cruelly perfect, illuminated the stark, undeniable intimacy, a betrayal that stole my breath and shattered my soul.
The man who vowed to be my eyes, the one I had given everything for, had been reveling in my dependence, enjoying the power of my blindness as he carried on his affair right under my nose.
The shock morphed into a cold, unwavering resolve; my heart, once broken, hardened into stone.
I would pretend I was still blind, still naive, enduring their thinly veiled cruelty and arrogant entitlement.
But as I stumbled, feigning helplessness, I would meticulously gather every piece of damning evidence.
I swore to reclaim my life, my heritage, and my true self, leaving him to face the very ruin he built for me.
He thought he had absolute power over his blind, docile wife, but he was about to discover what a woman with nothing left to lose, and everything to see, could truly do. Thirty-Six Hours To Save Her
Fantasy I woke up to a familiar, cheap motel ceiling.
Today was the day Chloe and I were supposed to elope.
But this wasn' t just any morning.
I'd lived this day before.
Ten years ago, on this exact date, Chloe died saving me in a fatal car crash.
Now, I'm back, haunted by a chilling ultimatum: "Thirty-six hours. Three deepest regrets. Fix them, or she stays dead."
The weight of a future where Chloe was miserable, her dreams crushed, hangs heavy.
I watch her vibrant, younger self, unaware of the gilded cage her life will become.
Her dismissive words cut, knowing the simmering unhappiness beneath them.
She' s walking blindly into a future controlled by her parents and a manipulative lover.
How can I save her from a fate she doesn't know exists?
How do I dismantle her family' s plans and expose the man she thinks she loves, without destroying her trust?
My undying love for her, once a quiet ache, is now an impossible race against a ticking clock.
Can I truly rewrite her destiny and allow her to become the person she was meant to be?
Armed with foreknowledge and a broken heart, I embark on a desperate pilgrimage of selfless acts.
I'm not trying to win her love. I'm fighting to set her free, even if it costs me everything. No Sweet Sixteen Only Bitter Betrayal
Young Adult My Sweet Sixteen was supposed to be a dream.
I was Scarlett, a golden child, engaged to my childhood sweetheart Julian, and protected by my powerful brother Ethan.
Our lives were perfectly aligned, part of an influential dynasty.
But then, a science experiment gone wrong left me disfigured and screaming.
The intern, Brianna, who caused it, seemed to vanish, destined for jail.
My brother and fiancé swore revenge, their initial protectiveness a comforting blanket.
Yet, strange, mocking voices whispered in my head: "They're impressed by her. They'll fall for her. Hard."
Soon, Brianna was "sick," and Ethan and Julian abandoned my hospital bedside to rush to hers.
My calls went to voicemail, my care diminished, and then I was framed for attacking her.
Julian dissolved our engagement, calling me unstable.
I was banished to a forgotten wing, then a rundown halfway house, forced into grueling labor.
The lowest point came when they held me under icy water, demanding an apology for a crime I didn't commit.
Why abandon me, their Scarlett, for this woman who ruined my life?
Was I just an inconvenience, a damaged relic of a past they wanted to forget?
The voices in my head revealed the shocking truth: "It was a diversion. You were a pawn. Everything – your suffering – was a strategic move."
My pain wasn't about love or betrayal; it was a cold, calculated sacrifice for power.
With this sickening clarity, I refused their hollow apologies and offers to "restore" my life.
I walked away from their gilded cage, leaving my old self and their lies behind.
Now, free from their toxic influence, I begin a new chapter, far from the corrupt city, ready to redefine my own destiny. The Sister Who Stabbed, The Heir Who Fell
Billionaires The lawyer’s pen clicked, signaling the finality of my parents' second divorce, but for me, Emilia, it was just the eerie echo of a past life that had ended with my younger sister, Sophia, stabbing me seven times, and a brutal existence under the ruthless Isabella Vanderbilt.
This time, I had to escape Isabella's grasp, so I deliberately plunged down the stairs, disfiguring myself, knowing Isabella would never accept "damaged goods" as an heir.
My father, Richard, confirmed my desperate gamble: "Isabella will never accept damaged goods!"
I stayed with my kind mother, Linda, and we built a new, humble life away from that toxic world.
But then Sophia, now a condescending teenager, reappeared, flaunting her new life with Isabella, subtly reminding me of my "missed potential."
The façade of peace shattered when Sophia sent literal thugs to abduct me, twisting my mother’s arm and breaking it right before my eyes.
My mom, Linda, screamed in agony, her broken arm a visceral pain that ripped through me.
As I was dragged into a black SUV, the metallic taste of terror filled my mouth, utterly desperate and confused.
Why would my own sister go so far, inflicting such harm on our own mother?
Amidst the chaos, hidden from Sophia’s triumphant gaze, I fumbled for my emergency phone.
I dialed a number I had only memorized in secret, a last resort: the private line of my estranged grandmother, Eleanor Ainsworth, a name that commanded respect even in the darkest corners of New York society.
This time, everything would be different. You might like
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. 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." 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 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." The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
Qing Shui I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news.
"Parole denied."
My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU.
"Sign it. You walk out today."
I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation.
I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate.
I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood.
As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home.
"Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life."
I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground. 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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