Sofia Wade
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Sofia Wade's Books and Stories
The Captain's Cold Aspen Revenge
Modern For seven years, I funded my husband Gonzalo's PhD. I paid for everything. A week after our wedding, his young "mentee," Kloe, moved in with us, claiming a rare autoimmune disorder made her "fragile."
On our Aspen ski trip, he used my money to buy her an $8,000 handbag. Then, he demanded I give Kloe my high-performance ski jacket because her flimsy one wasn't warm enough.
When I refused, he ripped it off my body.
I slipped on the ice, hitting my head as he walked away with her, leaving me injured and freezing in the snow.
Later that night, he abandoned me again while I was sick in our hotel room, to get a separate room with Kloe. He said they needed to "discuss his academic paper."
But he forgot one crucial detail. I'm not just a wife. I'm Captain Amy Payne, U.S. Army Reserve.
I called my best friend, a manager at the hotel chain. "I need a master key," I told her. "We're about to crash a very important academic discussion." The Capo's Scarred Wife: A Vicious Comeback
Mafia I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it." His Wife's Venomous Betrayal
Romance The pregnancy test showed two pink lines, and pure joy surged through me.
I, Ethan Miller, was finally going to be a father.
But then my wife, Sophia, dropped a bomb that shattered everything.
"The child isn't yours, Ethan. It's Liam's."
The world tilted.
My perfect life, a fragile lie built on Sophia' s deceit, crumbled.
Tragedy compounded days later: Sophia was in a car accident, a miscarriage.
Liam, her lover, was behind the wheel.
Then, at a company gala, Sophia, radiant and cruel, seized a microphone.
Her eyes, cold and furious, locked onto mine.
"My husband, Ethan Miller," she announced, her voice dripping with venom, "is a monster."
She publicly accused me of sabotaging her, of causing her miscarriage out of jealousy.
The accusation was so monstrous, so far from the truth, I could only stand paralyzed.
Her final blow: "I'm making him get a vasectomy. He will pay for what he did to my baby."
They forced me into it, stripping me of my rights, my future, my very manhood.
I returned home, a ghost in my own house, only to find Liam brazenly occupying my study.
He flaunted his victory, mocking my pain, even using my Pritzker Prize as a coaster.
Then, he shattered my most prized possession: my mother' s music box.
"Oh, that old thing," Sophia said, unconcerned. "It was gathering dust. I gave it to Liam."
Something inside me broke.
My hand bleeding, heart shattered, I watched Sophia fuss over a supposedly ill Liam.
She shrieked, "What did you do to him? What did you put in his drink? You want to take everything from me!"
The doctor' s diagnosis: Liam just had a bad hangover.
My pain was real, her accusation a baseless lie.
Sophia offered a fleeting, empty apology, but the chasm between us was too deep.
I decided then: no more.
I had to fight back for my sanity, for my future, for myself. Worthless No More: A Mother's Triumph
Romance The stale coffee and expensive cologne was a mix I knew all too well-my boyfriend, Mark, was in a good mood, which always meant he wanted something from me. I was deep in the code of my indie game, my passion project, a world that was entirely mine.
Then he dropped the bombshell: a "strategic networking event" with his "business visionary" childhood friend, Brittany, whom he clearly admired far more than me.
My heart sank as he waved away my concerns about overdue rent and bills-money I' d given him to pay. Not for the first time, he dismissed my "pixels and stories" as not "real business," just as he had dismissed every cent I' d poured into his failing startup.
The true blow landed when he sneered, "It's no wonder you can't even do the one thing a woman is supposed to do right. You can't even get pregnant. What good are you?" After a year of desperate hopes and private pain, his words cut me to my core.
He was right there, dismissing my worth in the most cruel way imaginable, while spending my earnings to impress someone else.
In that moment, everything shifted. I watched him walk out, slamming the door, demanding I leave my apartment-the one I paid for. I was broken, homeless, and worthless, just as he said. But as I looked across the courtyard at my quiet neighbor, Liam' s, light, a flicker of defiance sparked. I had nowhere else to go, but I knew I couldn't stay. That night, I knocked on a stranger's door, ready to reclaim my life, piece by painful piece. The Wife Who Fought Back
Romance I was seven months pregnant, living a fairytale life as the wife of a powerful Congressman. Julian stroked my belly, whispering dreams of our son' s future, and I truly believed I had it all.
Then, a cold dread seized me. I' d just overheard Julian on the phone, his voice urgent, planning to use me as bait for a predatory federal prosecutor. Not for us, but to save his high school sweetheart, the woman he truly loved.
My perfect world didn't just crack; it exploded into a million sharp pieces. Every intimate moment, every precious gift, was a cruel, recycled memory from his past with her. In his eyes, I was a mere tool, a sacrifice.
My heart pounded a sick rhythm as I stared at the man I thought I loved, now revealed as a calculating monster. The betrayal was an Arctic wind, chilling me to the bone, but beneath it, a burning rage began to smolder.
He thought I was a naive girl from the wrong side of the tracks, easily manipulated. He was gravely mistaken. I wasn't his victim; I was about to become his reckoning. Her Hidden Family, His Stolen Life
Modern For two decades, Ethan diligently built a restaurant empire alongside his wife, Sarah, fulfilling their DINK pact. He even underwent a vasectomy and publicly claimed infertility, protecting her from family judgment, believing their shared dream was unbreakable.
Then, a single legal document shattered his meticulously crafted world: a share transfer agreement for two 10-year-olds, Finn and Belle Miller. A quiet inquiry confirmed the unthinkable – they were Sarah' s secret children, born a decade ago, with her "childhood friend," Mark.
Sarah, chillingly, dismissed them as a "platonic favor," clarifying she still didn't want children "with him." Her family sided with her, portraying Ethan as unreasonable. Humiliation deepened at a public party when Sarah announced major company shares would go to Finn and Belle, cementing Ethan's public replacement. The ultimate insult: when Finn lied about Ethan, Sarah, without a blink, slapped her husband, choosing her secret son's word over their twenty years of marriage.
How could he have been so blind? He'd sacrificed his chance at fatherhood, endured silent pity and judgment, all for a woman who secretly built an entire, separate life, using his devotion as camouflage. The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound.
With cold resolve, Ethan signed the divorce papers, leaving behind a video revealing the truth of Finn' s lie and Sarah' s unquestioning cruelty. He walked out forever, ready to find a peace she' d never allowed him. My Blood, My Destiny Rewritten
Xuanhuan My blood is a secret, a rare healing gift, but in my first life, it sealed my painful destiny.
Because I healed Ethan Davenport Jr., an ancient family pact forced me into a miserable marriage with him, a man who despised me and loved the cunning Veronica Sterling.
Veronica, in a vicious plot, faked a terrible accident and convinced Ethan that only my special blood could save her.
Blinded by his infatuation, Ethan ruthlessly demanded my life essence, forcing me to bleed for her, again and again.
I died from exsanguination, my extraordinary power grotesquely twisted into the instrument of my demise.
The revelation of Veronica's calculated deception and my husband's complicity was a shattering, unbearable injustice that followed me into the void.
But then, I woke up, back on the precise day my tragedy began, granted an impossible second chance.
This time, I will not be a victim; I will rewrite my fate, wielding my gift to build a life of my own choosing, far from their shadows. The Man She Thought She Owned
Romance Tonight, under the spotlight at AuraConnect's 10th-anniversary gala, I was ready to make Jessica, my high school sweetheart and business partner, my wife.
We had built a multi-billion-dollar empire from nothing.
But as I knelt, ring in hand, her eyes weren't on me; they were glued to her phone, a private smile playing on her lips.
Then came her dismissive laugh, echoing through the silent ballroom.
"Oh, Liam," she scoffed, in front of everyone, "That's... sweet. But really? Now?"
She dismissed our proposal as "awkward," then coolly walked away, texting, towards a handsome model.
Later, I overheard her calling me "stifling" and heard her say, "Younger men are just so much more... appreciative."
Watching her kiss him, the absolute betrayal ripped through me.
How could the woman I dedicated my life to, built everything with, treat me with such casual, public cruelty?
My decade of devotion, my love, meant utterly nothing.
She truly believed I' d come crawling back, declaring I couldn' t live without her.
But she was wrong.
I shredded the wedding tuxedo, boxed up all her gifts, and left a note: "Goodbye."
Then, I booked a one-way ticket to Boston, determined to build a new life, far from her toxic shadow, and never look back. The House-Husband Who Was Rex
Romance I gave it all up. My reputation as "Rex," the undefeated legal titan of LA, my multi-billion dollar cases, the power, the respect.
For three years, I was just Ethan Miller, Olivia Hayes's devoted husband, the "house-husband" who cooked, cleaned, and managed her life, hoping she'd finally truly see me.
But her world revolved around Julian Vance, her celebrity ex-boyfriend. Every conversation, every decision, every raw emotion was for him. I thought I'd hit rock bottom when she casually bought me a new suit, only for me to realize it was a gift for Julian.
Then, at Julian's lavish birthday party, he publicly confessed his "undying love" for Olivia. She cried, heartbroken, while I stood by, dismissed as her "support" and the punchline of a cruel joke. Not once did she defend me.
I'd quietly driven myself to the ER after she fussed over Julian's tiny scratch instead of my bleeding, deeply cut hand.
I'd listened to her colleagues pity me, calling me a "saint" for tolerating her obsession. But that night, seeing her openly weep for a man who wasn't her husband, after all I' d sacrificed… a freezing clarity washed over me.
Why had I wasted three years? Why had I become invisible? How could I have been so blind? My foolish support had only enabled her toxic obsession.
When I walked out of that party, I wasn't just leaving Olivia; I was burying Ethan Miller. Rex was coming back, and he was bringing hell with him. Olivia Hayes was about to learn the true cost of underestimating patience, and the man she so carelessly discarded. Reborn on the Quarry's Edge
Modern The ground rumbled beneath my worn boots as I washed mason jars, a seemingly ordinary afternoon in my quiet kitchen.
Then, Martha' s scream, thin and sharp with fear, shattered the peace: my mother-in-law was frozen, having stepped on something deadly in the old quarry land.
I called my husband Jack, an ex-Army EOD tech, but his dismissive voice echoed a past life I' d already endured, confirming he was with his mistress Brenda.
He laughed, calling me "hysterical," just as he had when his neglect contributed to Martha' s death once before, refusing to believe his own mother was in danger.
A cold wave of memories washed over me: his past betrayal, Martha' s agonizing death, and his self-serving contempt, all replaying this horrific scene.
Could I really trust him, the man who owed his life to my parents' sacrifice, to save his own mother now when he' d failed so callously?
But this rebirth wasn't just a curse; it was a warning.
I wouldn't let Martha die again.
Drawing on fractured memories of Jack' s EOD training, I stepped onto the live explosive, taking Martha' s place.
A sickening click affirmed my choice, marking the moment I chose defiance and survival – this time, things would be different. The Monster They Made: Now He's Free
Sci-fi My name is Ethan Miller, and my very life was a countdown.
Since childhood, a chilling experiment called "Project Chimera" tied my vitality to the genuine love and acceptance of my adoptive family, the Harrisons, and my fiancée, Olivia.
My existence hinged on their affection – a high "Resonance Score" meant I lived, a plummet meant I died.
For years, I had believed I had it all: a loving home, a woman I cherished, a perfect life.
But then Julian, their biological son, returned, spinning tales of suffering, effortlessly manipulating everyone.
My Resonance Score dipped, then plummeted, as Eleanor and Richard embraced their prodigal son, and Olivia's loyalty shattered.
They turned on me, accusing me of jealousy, ignoring my desperate pleas to expose Julian' s lies, labeling me cruel for questioning their "fragile" Julian.
The physical decline was brutal, a constant reminder of their withdrawing love, culminating in Julian's fabricated "life-threatening condition" needing my liver.
Olivia, my fiancée, the woman I loved, delivered the cruel ultimatum: save him, or our wedding was off.
As I lay on that gurney, about to be carved open for a lie, the overwhelming feeling was not just physical pain, but the crushing realization of their utter betrayal.
I was dying, not from disease, but from a profound lack of the love that sustained me, a love they had twisted into a weapon against me.
But just as the darkness claimed me on the operating table, a cold, clear voice pierced the void: "Host Ethan Miller: Deceased. New mission protocol initiating. Stand by for host reintegration."
Ethan Miller was gone. But something new, something dangerously different, was about to begin. The Gold Digger's True Story
Romance My father' s Medal of Honor sat on my dresser, a stark reminder of sacrifice.
With my mother dying and medical bills crushing us, I agreed to Eleanor Thornton's offer: marry her comatose son, Ethan, for my mother's life.
Five years later, I'd raised Leo and Lily, managing the estate.
Then Ethan awoke.
His first words were a snarl: "She looks like a gold-digger."
With his mother and ex-girlfriend Ashley, he launched a campaign of humiliation, twisting my every action.
They staged a fake poisoning, making me appear malicious.
My defenses fueled their accusations, confirming my supposed greed.
Then came the ultimate threat: he'd gain sole custody, declaring me an unfit mother.
"Ashley will be the mother to my children."
That was the breaking point.
I would not lose my children.
I wrote to General Markwell, my father' s closest friend, invoking the honor he stood for.
The sudden arrival of a JAG officer at our mansion signaled the Thornton family was about to face a power far beyond their influence. The Farm Girl\'s Billionaire Secret
Modern My dad, Marcus Sterling, banished me to a remote Montana ranch after my ill-advised crypto-smoothie investment turned into an SEC headache.
I, Ava Sterling, prodigal daughter of a tech mogul, was serving time for a very expensive lapse in judgment.
All I wanted was a cell signal, a working phone, and to beg my dad for the G650 jet back home.
The ranch, with its endless shoveling and broken fences, felt like a temporary purgatory.
Then, on the eleventh morning, a sleek black Escalade crunched up the gravel driveway.
A woman stepped out, an older, tired reflection of me, introducing herself as Eleanor Vance, my birth mother.
The mother who, according to vague family stories, had vanished when I was a baby.
It was an utterly shocking reunion, one I never anticipated.
Eleanor quickly swept me into her opulent, yet startlingly cold, life in the city.
Her grand house was a blur of shimmering dresses and tailored suits, a world away from my farm attire.
My introduction to her husband, Richard Harrison, and her mean-girl daughter, Chloe, was anything but welcoming.
"What is *that*?" Chloe drawled, her voice dripping with disdain at my mud-caked boots and ripped jeans.
Richard's gaze was ice-cold as he demanded, "Get this… person out of my house."
Despite Eleanor's tearful proclamations that I was "the one we lost," I was met with contempt and immediate rejection.
The DNA test confirmed my identity, yet their attitude toward me only hardened; I was just an inconvenient truth.
Why did this newfound family, after supposedly searching for me for two decades, treat me like an embarrassing relic?
Their shock, their anger, their open scorn for me, the daughter they supposedly yearned for, left me bewildered and quietly seething.
I, Ava Sterling, who was used to being celebrated, was now their dirty secret, a farm girl to be hidden away.
But I wasn't some pitiable charity case; I was a genius accustomed to winning.
As I picked up a plate of roast beef, ignoring their stares, a thought solidified: if they wanted a "farm girl" who was easily underestimated, they would certainly get one.
This was a game, and I was just getting warmed up. Baby Genius: Dad, Where Are You
Romance If it hadn’t been for what transpired on that momentous night, Eva wouldn’t have given birth to her son, Jason. The identity of the father, however, was unknown not only to Jason but also to his mother who didn’t for sure who the father of her son was. Five years later, Eva returned to her hometown and landed a job as a designer at one of the biggest companies in the country, the Dolly Group. Her new fresh new job led her to meet Santosh, CEO of the Dolly Group, an iron-faced devil whose life was shrouded in mystery. On most occasions, he would find himself uninterested by women, but there was something different about Eva that caught his eye. 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." Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" 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." Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
Mia Caldwell In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end.
Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced.
This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak.
Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely.
Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings? Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Theodora Birnir The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life.
To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers.
When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance.
Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?"
Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling." 
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