Sisi Qingwang
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My Alpha Chose Another Woman as I Miscarried, Now He Won't Let Me Go
Werewolf I thought telling my mate I was pregnant would save our marriage.
Instead, I lost our baby while he ran to his ex-girlfriend.
Aiden Carlisle was everything a woman was supposed to want-the powerful Alpha of the wealthy Carlisle Pack, a Hollywood A-list star, and the fated mate chosen for me by the Moon Goddess.
And on our first wedding anniversary, I still loved him enough to believe our unborn child might bring us closer again.
Then his ex, Blanche, called.
One flat tire. A few tears.
That was all it took for my husband to leave me behind and rush to her side.
I chased after him, fell down the stairs, and felt blood spreading beneath me.
Through our sacred mind-link, I begged him,
"Aiden, save me... save our baby..."
He severed the connection.
"Stop being so dramatic, Kira."
By the time someone found me, our eight-week-old baby was gone.
But even an official diagnosis from the Pack Healer wasn't enough to make Aiden believe me.
Instead, he accused me of staging the miscarriage just to manipulate him.
Then I learned the truth.
He had secretly been taking an herbal contraceptive because he never wanted a child with me.
To him, our baby wasn't a tragedy.
It was a burden that should never have existed.
Something inside me died that day.
So I stopped begging.
I stopped waiting.
And I rejected him.
"I, Kira Hayes, reject you, Aiden Carlisle, as my mate."
I thought that would finally set me free.
I was wrong.
Aiden refused to accept my rejection.
The man who couldn't even turn back while I was bleeding on the floor suddenly decided he would never let me leave.
"You are still my mate, Kira."
"And as long as I don't accept your rejection, you're not going anywhere." Oops! CEO, Your Substitute Bride Is A Hidden Boss!
Romance To save their failing company, Alexandra's stepmother threatened to melt down her late mother's necklace, forcing her to marry a billionaire on life support.
She became the ridiculed bride of a living dead man.
But on her very first day at the Carlisle manor, her nightmare escalated.
While secretly using her medical skills to treat her comatose husband, she was caught by her vicious mother-in-law and a jealous doctor.
They immediately accused her of attempting to murder the heir.
The situation quickly spiraled out of control.
When her husband's lecherous cousin snuck into her room and tried to assault her, she fought back, only for him to loudly frame her for seduction.
Her mother-in-law didn't listen to a single word of her defense.
"Drag this adulterous bitch out and throw her onto the street!"
Bodyguards seized her, preparing to toss her out of the mansion wearing nothing but a bath towel so everyone could see her humiliation.
Cornered, framed, and entirely alone, a wave of absolute despair washed over her.
She was about to be ruined forever, stripped of her dignity and her chance for revenge.
With the last shred of her sanity, she turned to the motionless man on the bed and screamed in raw anguish.
"Eldridge Carlisle! You bastard! Wake up!"
She expected nothing but silence from the vegetable.
But suddenly, the medical monitors erupted in a frantic rhythm.
The man who was declared never to wake up slowly opened his eyes, ordered the guards to back off, and claimed her as his wife.
When the room was finally cleared, he pulled her close and whispered a secret that changed everything.
"I've been awake since the first time you stuck a needle in me." His Broken Bride Is A Hidden Genius
Romance Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing.
Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream.
When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled.
Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart. Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain
Romance I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate. Betrayed Wife: Hiding The Mafia Boss's Son
Mafia I woke up wrapped in the arms of a man I believed would burn the world for me. Michael Thorne was the underworld’s golden boy, and I was pregnant with his legacy.
But by sunset, the illusion shattered. During our family brunch, the doors burst open and a woman dragged a four-year-old boy into the room.
The child had Michael’s nose. His chin.
"Tell them who Leo is!" the woman screamed.
Michael froze. He didn't deny it. While I stood there in shock, his mistress lunged at me, clawing at my face. My husband hesitated.
In that split second, I realized I wasn't his wife; I was just an incubator for his empire. He had kept a secret family as an insurance policy.
My father destroyed Michael’s career in an hour, stripping him of his money and status. But I wanted to destroy his soul.
He begged for forgiveness, weeping, claiming he loved our unborn child more than anything.
So I placed a hand on my stomach and looked him dead in the eye.
"There is no baby, Michael," I lied. "Your legacy is dead."
As he fell to his knees, broken, I walked away to build my own empire—with the son he would never know existed. Auctioned Daughter, Shattered Wife
Billionaires My husband, the tech billionaire I adored, sent his men to take me to an undisclosed location.
When we arrived, I found our sixteen-year-old daughter, Julianne, on a stage, being auctioned off like a piece of art to a crowd of sick elites.
My husband, Everett, used this to blackmail me into resigning from my career. But after Julianne's subsequent suicide attempt, he let his mistress—an unqualified researcher—perform the surgery, leaving our daughter in a permanent vegetative state.
He publicly humiliated me, claiming our marriage was a lie and that I was a stalker.
He forced me to kneel and beg for my daughter's life, only to let his mistress shatter my surgeon's hand with a trophy.
After they pulled the plug on Julianne, they tricked my mother and me into drinking her ashes.
They left my mother for dead at the bottom of a flight of stairs. As I knelt over her broken body, my grief finally turned into a cold, hard resolve.
When Everett texted, demanding my presence at his celebration party, I replied with two words.
"I'll be there." A Lie Sung: His Deception, Her Amnesia
Romance The world believes Liam Carter wrote the greatest love song of the decade for the woman on stage. He didn't. He wrote it about me.
And now, Olivia, the woman singing it, my Olivia, is engaged to him, just three years after doctors gave me my diagnosis and she vanished.
I' m here, in a stadium seat, my final breath getting closer, watching her. She' s polished, famous, beautiful. But her voice, the one that once sang me to sleep, now sings a song about my death, written by another man.
Liam Carter, handsome and confident, proposes. Olivia cries happy tears, says yes. The stadium erupts, celebrating a love found, a perfect happy ending. Everyone is part of this moment. Everyone except me. I am the forgotten footnote in a story that used to be mine.
The pain in my chest is no longer an ache; it' s a sharp blade. It' s not just the cancer. It' s the sight of her, so happy, in a life I have no part in, a life built on the ashes of ours.
Then, blood. A hot, wet cough, and blood on my hand. I have to get out. My body is failing, but a new truth begins to emerge. It was all a lie. She didn' t just leave me. She was taken. Betrayed By Miss Wrong, Claimed By Mr Right
LGBT+ Captain Ethan Carter, a decorated officer, thought his life was set: a prestigious military career and an engagement to Isabella Hayes, a political scion, marked them as Washington's newest power couple.
But Izzy publicly detonated their future, calling off the wedding to embrace Julian Vance, a self-proclaimed visionary who dismissed Ethan's traditional values as "stifling" and "outdated" to a shocked populace.
Ethan endured a relentless media firestorm and public humiliation that felt like a knife twist, but the real blow came when his beloved mentor, Mac, was brutally murdered in what appeared to be a "mugging gone wrong," subtly orchestrated by Vance.
Beaten, framed, and ridiculed, Ethan watched as Izzy, astonishingly defensive, defended Vance, accusing Ethan of malicious plots, utterly blind to the monster she was protecting.
His grief for Mac ignited into a white-hot rage, fueled by the sheer injustice and the chilling realization of Vance's malevolence and Izzy's damning delusion.
With nothing left to lose, Ethan abandoned his life of public service, vowing a blood debt, accepting immediate deployment to a distant warzone - not just to fight for his country, but to reclaim his honor and avenge his fallen mentor. Their Shared Secret, Her Sweet Victory
Romance The heavy satin of my wedding dress felt like a shroud.
Today was supposed to be the most joyous day, marrying Ethan Davenport, cementing a powerful alliance.
Instead, I was trapped in darkness, my screams muffled by the thick, soundproof walls of a panic room.
Jessica Miller, my childhood companion, had drugged me.
I clawed my way out, nails broken and bleeding, only to stumble into my own reception.
And there she was, radiant in my gown, standing beside my groom.
"Jessica? Ethan, what is happening?" I croaked, my voice raw.
Jessica's face was a mask of feigned concern, her lies echoing through the ballroom.
"Oh, Sarah, why are you doing this? You know Ethan and I are in love."
Whispers of "unstable" and "breakdown" filled the air as security, loyal to her family, dragged me away.
Ethan looked at me, his face unreadable, before turning back to Jessica.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
They threw me into the cold New England night.
A blinding flash of headlights.
A screech of tires.
Then, nothing.
I gasped, shooting upright in my own bed, sunlight streaming through the window.
My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the terror of what had just been.
The date on my phone brought a chilling realization: it was the day before the wedding.
I was alive.
A new message popped up from Jessica Miller in the family chat: "So excited to marry my love, Ethan, tomorrow!"
My blood ran cold.
Her audacity was shocking, but this time, I knew.
This time, she wouldn't win. The Wife He Blinded: Her Clear Path
Romance It was our second wedding anniversary, and I sat in a Boston women's clinic, a secret hope blossoming with every beat of my heart concerning my three-month late period.
When my name, Sarah Miller, was called, I knew.
I clutched the grayscale ultrasound photo – three months pregnant, our baby, Liam's and mine.
My joy lasted seconds.
There he was, my husband Liam Harrison, his arm around his college sweetheart, Olivia Hayes, in the waiting room.
He barely spared me a glance, his eyes cold, only urgent commands to fetch sweets for her.
The tiny hope for our marriage, nurtured for two years, turned to ash.
This pretense, this life as his second choice, had to end.
But Olivia wouldn't let me go quietly.
She masterfully framed me for a staged mugging, convincing Liam I'd hired someone to hurt her.
Then, in a final act of cruelty, she intentionally pushed me down a grand staircase in our home, leading to a devastating miscarriage.
Lying in that hospital bed, broken and empty, my baby lost, a chilling fury consumed me.
How could he be so incredibly blind, so utterly fooled by her lies, so dismissive of me, his wife?
His unwavering devotion to her, even as she destroyed us, was incomprehensible.
That fury ignited Liam' s doubt.
Security footage and confessions exposed Olivia's tangled web of deceit, even her secret marriage.
Now, he's full of remorse, begging for a second chance.
But my path is clear: I'm stepping out of his shadow and into the bright Boston sun, ready to build a life on my own terms, leaving him and the past firmly behind. The Girl Who Cheated Death & Injustice
Young Adult I was the golden child. Valedictorian, set for Stanford on a full ride. The American Youth Scholar Championship? Just a final victory lap, a taste of competition before my bright future.
Then came the roar of angry voices, the hands grabbing me. "You cheated!" they screamed. Event security, police. They found a micro-earpiece in my custom bracelet, a receiver. A college kid named "Ace" confessed, said I paid him via Venmo.
None of it was true, but no one listened. Stanford pulled my acceptance. Our small Oregon town, once proud, turned on my family. The online hate was relentless. My dad's heart couldn't take the stress; he died. Mom faded away, gone weeks later.
I was in a cell, awaiting a trial I knew I'd lose. The grief, the injustice – it was a crushing weight. I died not knowing how they pulled it off, how they shattered my life and destroyed my family with lies.
Until I woke up. The cheap floral carpet of a motel lobby. My best friend Jess, shaking my arm: "The Championship starts tomorrow!" This was it. The day before it all went wrong. My second chance. And this time, I wouldn't just survive; I'd expose them all. The Stolen Retirement: Eleanor's Reckoning
Modern I was looking forward to a quiet retirement after 35 years as a senior records supervisor, my future secured by a diligent pension.
My husband, Mark, had even encouraged early retirement, saying our son Kevin and his pregnant wife Chloe needed my help with the new baby.
Everything seemed perfectly arranged.
But at the county pension office, the clerk’s words shattered my world: “Your pension has been active and payments have been directed to a Ms. Sheila Dixon for the past three years.”
Sheila Dixon. Mark’s high school sweetheart.
The authorization? Signed by Mark Vance himself, citing “spousal consent and redirection for family support.”
Back home, I overheard Mark telling Kevin, “Your mother can be a bit selfish about money sometimes. She doesn’t understand hardship like Sheila does.”
My blood ran cold. My money, funding his old flame.
When confronted, Mark snarled, “If you make a fuss, you’ll regret it. You’ll find yourself with nothing.”
And Kevin, my own son, defended him, blindly siding with "Auntie Sheila."
My entire family life, a complete lie.
The man I married, the son I raised, betraying me so casually.
How could they do this?
Was I just disposable to them?
But I wasn't nothing.
This pension, my future, was all I had left, and I earned it.
I would get it back.
The very next morning, I walked straight to HR and filed a formal fraud complaint.
My fight had just begun. The Heiress They Underestimated
Romance I am Avelia Sterling, the sole heir to Sterling Media. Yet, whispers followed me everywhere: a woman couldn't lead, I needed one of the three "candidates" my father picked. For years, I foolishly held a secret hope for Ethan Clark, trying to earn his attention.
Then, I overheard him on his knees, his voice thick with emotion—not for me, but for Bella White, our housekeeper’s daughter. He vowed to marry her once he gained control of Sterling Media, calling his arrangement with me a mere "charade" to repay my father.
My entire world crumbled, replaced by a bitter reality. Bella, the innocent victim, exploited every opportunity to frame me, from a broken keychain to a shattered family heirloom. Ethan, Noah, and Lucas, my intended protectors, always circled her, ready to condemn me, even when I found my own birthday gift, the state-of-the-art Starbright Arts Center, had been used by them to promote *her* "art."
Why did they always believe her crocodile tears? How could they be so blind, so eager to paint me as the villain while she systematically undermined me? The injustice was a suffocating weight.
At my birthday gala, it all culminated: Bella, feigning injury, screamed I’d sent thugs after her. Noah, in a fit of rage, struck me across the face. Then, Ethan, with infuriating martyrdom, offered to marry me—not out of love, but "to control" me and "protect Bella." My heart, already a stone, hardened further.
Through the stinging pain, I met his gaze. "That won't be necessary, Ethan," I said, my voice cutting through the silent ballroom. "I'm already engaged." Just then, the grand doors swung open, and the man they called "the cripple" wheeled in. You might like
His Discarded Luna, the Rival's Obsession
Lila "No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours."
Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door.
For four years, she had been Sebastian Vale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation.
But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding.
To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha.
So Eira stopped crying.
She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega.
He was wrong.
The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community.
And Sebastian knew nothing.
After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed.
Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing.
He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance.
But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house.
She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her.
In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly,
"Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega."
"She is my Luna." The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor
Yue Rujing I was the wolfless disgrace of the pack, traded like cattle to a dying monster.
When a royal decree stripped away my engagement, my own father gave my fiancé to my cruel sister, Charly. My punishment for being born without a wolf? A forced marriage to Demetri Contreras—the crippled, disgraced Alpha left to rot from silver poison.
They threw me into a frozen, forgotten estate, waiting for my new husband to die so I could be buried as a silent widow.
Charly laughed as she stole my life, my mate, and my future. My family discarded me, just like they murdered my mother years ago.
They thought this exile would break me. They thought I was a helpless pawn.
They didn't know that inside this fragile body lived the soul of the top interstellar miracle surgeon.
Looking at the ruined, festering Alpha bleeding on my wedding bed, I didn't see a corpse. I saw the deadliest weapon in the realm.
The fallen Alpha needs a miracle to survive. Lucky for him, I am the miracle.
I will drag this monster back from the gates of hell—and together, we will burn my enemies to ash. Betrayed Me For My Sister? I'm The Pack's Apocalypse
Benz Amy grew up as the Beta's daughter, loyal to the pack to point of losing herself, convinced that fate would one day reward her devotion.
When the sacred bond finally marked her as the mate of the future Alpha, she believed she had found her true love.
But the ecstasy of one night turned into the dawn of condemnation: in front of the entire pack, she was stripped of her rank, her mate, and her future-all for her own sister, who carried the future Alpha's child.
Amy finally learned that destiny could be denied, bargained away, trampled upon. She stood tall as they took everything from her, bowed her head as they humiliated her, and personally prepared the wedding invitations for the man who had chosen her... then abandoned her.
At that, something within her froze, fractured, transformed.
Rejecting a sacred bond chosen by the Moon Goddess always had consequences, and one day, the pack would face the consequences of defying the Goddess's will. His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. Reborn And Remade: The Wolfless Bride's Revenge
Mo Moqi I was the "wolfless" Omega of the Stephenson Pack, treated like garbage for twenty years.
When the wealthy Ramirez Pack offered an alliance, my adoptive family forced me to take my sister's place.
I was to be the sacrificial bride for Calvin Ramirez, a terrifying Alpha King dying from a vicious curse.
In my past life, I cried and begged them not to send me away. I blindly trusted my boyfriend, Pierce, who promised to save me.
But I didn't know he was sleeping with my sister the whole time.
Once they squeezed every drop of wealth from my forced marriage, they orchestrated my "accidental" death.
As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, I watched my sister and my boyfriend laughing over my corpse.
They mocked me for being a pathetic, useless genetic dead end.
Until the moment my heart stopped, I didn't understand why my absolute devotion only bought me a grave.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning I was supposed to be handed over to the Alpha King.
This time, I calmly looked at my hypocritical family.
"I'll do it, but I want a legally binding Pack Severance Agreement."
"And all the alliance gifts from the Ramirez Pack belong to me."
I watched their faces turn pale with sheer horror as my new power awakened.
In this life, I choose to watch them burn. 
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