Su Liao
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My Protector: The Billionaire's Hidden Devotion
Modern In my last life, I was played for a fool by my charming fiancé, Curtis, and my jealous cousin, Chloe. He promised me the world, but it was all a beautiful illusion built on lies.
He stole my ideas, shattered my reputation, and left me broken and alone.
My death was ruled an "accident," but I knew the truth. They had orchestrated it all.
Chloe, my own cousin, stood by his side, watching with twisted satisfaction as my world burned. They took everything from me-my career, my dignity, and finally, my life.
The betrayal was a cold rage that settled deep in my bones. I couldn't understand how I had been so blind to the monster hiding behind his perfect smile.
Now, I've opened my eyes to a second chance. I'm back at the beginning, forced to choose a husband to save my family's failing company. On one side is Curtis, the charming serpent who destroyed me. On the other is the cold, ruthless Arjun Becker, a man who promises security, but at what cost?
This time, I won't be a fool. I know exactly who to choose. His Betrayal, Her Shattered Symphony
Modern I was a Grammy-winning musician, engaged to the love of my life, tech mogul Julian Watson. But on the night of my greatest triumph, he framed me for plagiarism to protect his secret lover, the pop starlet Kaylene Avila.
He leaked my private journals, and the world turned on me. An enraged fan, fueled by his lies, attacked me, leaving a scar across my face and destroying my vocal cords forever. My grandfather died from the shock.
I ran, changing my name and hiding for five years as a barista. But Julian found me. He threatened the kind old woman who'd given me a job and even my grandfather's grave. His price for their safety? I had to become Kaylene's ghostwriter.
Trapped in a luxury apartment, I was a tool for their ambition. Kaylene, wearing a bracelet Julian once gave me, smirked as she handed me her terrible lyrics.
"Don't worry, Annie," she purred. "Your voice might be gone, but your words can still be mine."
But my usefulness ran out. Kaylene arranged for me to be beaten and left for dead. As I faded into darkness, I heard her final, chilling order to "make sure she's permanently out of the picture."
What she didn't know was that my estranged sister, a federal prosecutor, had just found me.
And she was about to fake my death. His Sister-in-Law, My Hell
Romance The church doors opened, and my wedding day shattered.
My groom, Colby, turned from me at the altar, his eyes fixed on his pregnant sister-in-law, Camryn.
He led her down the aisle as if she were the bride, leaving me a statue in white lace.
He begged me to stay, promising his love, claiming duty to his dead brother.
Foolishly, I believed him, only to find Camryn' s suitcases already in our new home. Love Curdled into Cruel Hatred
Billionaires My mentor, Emily Stone, had me admitted to Serenity Hills Wellness Center, claiming it was for "stress." I knew it was to control me. But I had a secret purpose stronger than her grasp: my body donation agreement for ALS research, the only thing I had left to give as my life slipped away.
Just as I believed I' d secured my final act of defiance-enough money for a quiet exit-Emily' s security team appeared. They dragged me back to her penthouse, a gilded cage I' d inhabited for five years, ever since she blamed me for her brother Liam' s death.
Emily, fueled by a grief twisted into obsession, subjected me to endless torment, treating me as a possession to mold and punish. She mocked my weakening body, forcing me to perform impossible tasks, and unleashed her new partner, David Chen, to systematically brutalize me, physically and mentally.
The torture culminated when David, feigning a rare blood disorder, coerced Emily into crippling me for a bone marrow transplant, severing my nerves to ensure I' d never walk again. I was confined to a wheelchair, my music silenced, my body broken, betrayed by the woman I had sworn to protect.
I was left to wonder: Why did she believe such blatant lies? Why did her love for me curdle into such cruel hatred? And what was the secret that sealed my fate from the moment Liam died?
Yet, even as Emily abandoned me to a fiery death, I clung to an impossible promise. This torment, this injustice, would not be the end of my story. The Wife He Betrayed, Now Free
Romance The heavy prison gates clanged shut behind me. After five years of hell, I, Ava Smith, was finally free. My first stop, however, wasn' t a warm bed, but the county clerk' s office. I needed a divorce from Liam Johnson.
The clerk' s words hit me like a physical blow: "There's no record of a marriage between Ava Smith and Liam Johnson. This is a fake, honey." My entire marriage was a lie.
Memories flashed back-Liam, the grieving businessman, conceiving our son Ethan in a drunken haze, calling me his deceased first love. His powerful family forced him to marry me, but on our wedding night, his words were cold: "I will never love you, Ava." I played the perfect wife, loving our son with every fiber of my being.
Then, I was framed for destroying a memorial garden. Liam believed every lie, his eyes full of disgust, and sent me to prison. For five years, the thought of Ethan was all that kept me alive. My son, the same one who now screamed at me, "Mom! What did she do to you?" as he ran to my best friend, Scarlett Hayes-the woman who was supposed to be dead, now living in my home and raising my child.
"She's more of a mother to him than you ever were," Liam said, shielding them both from me. The agony was unbearable.
How could he believe her? How could my son, the child I carried and loved, hate me so fiercely? It was a betrayal beyond words.
I picked up my phone, dialing a number I hadn't used in years. "I'm not interested in my 'marriage' anymore. Or my son." The lie tasted like acid. "The children in the mountains," I said, my voice gaining strength, "they'll be my new family now." Spring After A Cold Winter
Romance The termination notice arrived, cold and impersonal, ending my three-year stint as the "unofficial queen" of Hayes Tech and Nathan Hayes' s girlfriend. Just like that, I was collateral damage for the return of Chloe Davis, his high school sweetheart and "white knight."
But then, a strange relief washed over me. This corporate execution was a stark contrast to the messy life I lived, a life already tangled in Nathan' s possessive grip.
My desk, the one Nathan himself had moved so he could "see me whenever he looked out his office window," now faced a tightly shut blind. Outside, his sleek black car pulled up, and he opened the door for Chloe, a practiced gesture of chivalry he' d never once shown me. His adoration for her was a look he reserved only for her.
He was giving her the world, and I was just the discarded memory, a piece of sidewalk furniture he walked past without a glance. My phone, once buzzing with his messages, now remained dark, a testament to his new home with Chloe.
Then came the calls from unknown numbers, the news reports of their perfect reunion. During this silent abandonment, I made several trips to the hospital, clutching papers that spelled out a truth I wasn' t ready to face.
He stayed home that night, pressing my hand to his cheek. "I' ve been so busy, I didn' t even notice you were sick." His tenderness, a poison I' d willingly consumed, was so easily mistaken for genuine affection. "Ava," he whispered after a night of desperate passion, "you' re not mad I fired you, are you?" How could I be? He was my salvation, the one who paid off my mother' s debts, the possessive voice that rumbled, "Ava, you' re my golden cage bird. The one who can never leave me."
But everything had already changed. I just didn't realize how much until Brenda, Chloe's best friend, showed up, displaying my pathetic devotion for scorn. "Homewrecker," she spat, then lunged, slapping me across the face before slamming my head against the tabletop.
Waking in a hospital bed, Nathan was there, but his concern was for Chloe' s reputation, not my pain. "Ava, Chloe is different. She's not like you. Just be good, okay?" He didn' t wipe away the single, hot tear that rolled down my temple. To him, I was a nuisance, an inconvenience.
So, I had to die for him to let me go? The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. He laughed, a strange, humorless sound. He couldn't see it, but I was done. It was time to settle my own accounts.
I would give him a spring he would never forget. Her Babies, His Deadly Secret
Romance On the day I was to marry Mark Chen, a text message changed everything. It was from my cousin, Chloe, a picture of her and Mark on a plane, smiling, with a single sentence: "Sorry, Sarah. We couldn' t wait." Humiliation washed over me, but then David Chen, Mark's uncle, stepped forward, offering a startling proposal: "Marry me, Sarah. Right now." He vowed to erase my shame, claiming he' d loved me for years. Numb, desperate to escape the pitying stares, I whispered, "Okay."
The first three years of our marriage were quiet, peaceful on the surface. David was the perfect husband: kind, attentive, patient. But a shadow hung over our home, woven from seven miscarriages. Each time, hope was extinguished in blood and pain, each loss carving deeper grief into my soul. David was always there, holding me, telling me we' d get through it, grieving with me. Or so I thought.
Then, during my eighth pregnancy, the familiar cramps started. I found David's study door slightly ajar and heard voices inside. It was David and his private physician. "The dosage was correct," David said, his voice flat and cold. "It' s taking a bit longer than usual, but the process has started." My blood ran cold. Dosage? Process?
"Chloe is my priority," David continued, "Mark is infertile. When Chloe gets pregnant, her child must be the sole heir. No other Chen child to complicate things." My world went silent. It wasn' t an accident. He had been poisoning me, killing my babies. Seven of them. And now, the eighth.
I stared at him, the man who had held me while I wept, and saw a stranger, a monster. Every kind word he' d ever said now tasted like poison. I had been living in a beautiful prison he had built, mistaking his deception for love. Why? What could possibly drive him to such monstrous acts against me, his wife, and our unborn children?
My rage solidified into a cold, clear purpose. I would leave him. I would uncover the full extent of his betrayal, exposing Chloe' s complicity and their dark secrets, and then I would be free. Scorned Wife, Sudden Fortune
Modern The world came back to me in fragments of pain, the profound exhaustion of thirty-six hours of labor.
They saved me, saved my daughter, and I expected relief.
Instead, I heard my husband, Ethan, from the hall, his voice light, conversational, almost cheerful.
"She' s completely torn apart down there… it' s disgusting. Like a war zone."
My breath caught.
"And her stomach," he whispered, "It' s all loose and flabby, covered in these weird purple lines. She looks like a deflated balloon. I swear, I don' t think I can ever touch her again."
My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a painful thud of realization. This was the man who had held my hand, told me I was brave.
Then the other voice, "What about the kid?"
A flicker of desperate hope ignited. He wanted a daughter so badly.
"It' s a girl," Ethan said, his voice flat. "Lily. Cries all the time. Just another thing to deal with."
The hope died.
Then his tone shifted, charming, for a phone call. "I know, I wish you were here instead. I can' t wait to see you."
A mistress.
The late nights, the secretive calls, the growing distance I' d blamed on pregnancy stress-it all clicked into place.
Tears, hot and silent, streamed from my eyes. Not sadness, but rage and a grief so profound it felt like a physical wound.
He wasn' t just shallow, he was cruel. Not just a bad husband, but a monster.
In that sterile, blood-scented room, I mourned my marriage, the man I thought I knew.
A cold, hard decision settled in my soul, listening to him coo at his lover.
My daughter would not have a father like him.
I would raise her alone.
This wasn' t the end of my pain, but it was the beginning of my fight. Poisoned Love: A Wife's Reckoning
Romance My life was a carefully curated masterpiece: a devoted husband, a lavish Upper East Side apartment, and the gentle recovery from a tragic miscarriage. I thought I had it all, even as I yearned for the child we'd lost.
Then, a whispered conversation tore through the veneer. I heard my husband, Ethan, and his colleagues, talking about "placental therapy" for another woman, Sabrina. "Jocelyn thinks she just had a tragic miscarriage," one slurred. "She' ll never know you paid that 'specialist' … All for Sabrina' s sake. Now she' s got a bun in the oven, and Jocelyn' s none the wiser."
The truth unspooled with sickening clarity. My miscarriage wasn't tragic; it was engineered. The "herbal wellness smoothies" Ethan made me every morning, meant to aid my recovery, were laced with birth control. Everything he' d done, every comforting word, every loving gesture, was a calculated lie for her benefit.
My grief turned to cold fury. The husband I loved had weaponized my body, my trust, and my desire for a family. He wasn't just having an affair; he had conspired to steal my fertility to ensure another woman carried his "true heir."
My decision was chillingly absolute. On Ethan' s "business trip" day, I drained our joint account, left only divorce papers, and vanished, ready to build a real life far from the gilded cage he' d constructed. When the Perfect Life Crumbles
Billionaires I was eight months pregnant, my life with my charismatic tech mogul husband, Ethan, seemingly perfect.
We were at a glittering gala, celebrating our success, our future family.
Then, a sudden shove sent me tumbling down a flight of stairs, triggering premature labor.
In the hospital's sterile hallway, I overheard Ethan's voice, cold and calm, making unimaginable arrangements: killing our seemingly "weak" newborn son, replacing him with his mistress Jessica's baby, and sterilizing me.
He presented me with a healthy infant, claiming it was ours while secretly poisoning me to ensure I could never conceive again.
Back at our ranch, Jessica, his mistress, openly flaunted her role as the "real" mother, nursing "our" child, showered with Ethan's attention while I was neglected and humiliated.
She even showed me a video of Ethan by my baby's incubator, moments before his death.
The man I loved, the father of my child, was a monster who planned it all-my fall, my baby's death, my sterilization.
My perfect life was a cruel, calculated lie, and my heart shattered into fragments of disbelief and searing pain.
But beneath the agony, a chilling resolve ignited.
I would play along.
I would gather every scrap of damning evidence.
I would shatter his empire just as he shattered my life.
My revenge would be cold, precise, and utterly devastating. Love's Unforeseen Path
Romance My ticket to independence hung in my hand: a documentary grant to untamed Alaska. It was my chance to escape the gilded cage of my guardian Ethan' s estate and finally shed the unrequited love I secretly harbored for him.
Then came the Tech Billionaires' Charity Gala, a final, suffocating night in his world. I watched his polished girlfriend, Isabella, subtly slip something into Ethan' s drink. My heart pounded – he was being drugged.
I got him home, and in his drugged state, a night of desperate intimacy unfolded. Later, two pink lines confirmed a terrifying, impossible joy. But the next morning, Isabella appeared, perfectly coiffed, staging a cruel charade. Ethan, disoriented, dismissed me, his heart-shattering dismissal fueled by her lies.
How could he be so blind? How could she be so utterly ruthless? My stomach clenched, the secret of our child now a bitter burden, conceived in deceit and dismissed by the man who should have been its father.
Alaska was no longer just a career move; it was an urgent, desperate flight. I would vanish from his life, carry this secret alone, praying Isabella's shadow couldn't reach me, determined to build my own future. When Love Became a Weapon
Romance My husband, Ethan, meticulously wooed me with fifty rare jazz records, each a cherished promise of our forever.
But then his new assistant, Ava, entered our lives, and his fervent gaze, once exclusively mine, began flickering with a feverish admiration solely for her.
Soon, Ava's name became a relentless hum in our home, eclipsing our shared memories and dreams, culminating in his public neglect and the chilling realization that he was building a new life, deliberately erasing ours.
His cruelty escalated: he missed our anniversary, publicly shamed me at galas, and then a terrifying physical pattern emerged—first a convenient "clumsy fall" down the stairs, then a severe allergic reaction triggered by a sedative she "offered."
The ultimate depravity struck when he callously forced me to endure a forced organ transplant surgery to benefit Ava's grandmother, reducing my body to a mere instrument for his mistress's happiness.
Watching my world disintegrate, I began a silent, desperate countdown, ritualistically shattering each record, each promise, a symbolic act of destruction for the love that was agonizingly dying before my eyes.
His actions were beyond comprehension, a calculated campaign to erase my existence, leaving me to grapple with the chilling question: how could the man I loved transform into such an utterly ruthless monster?
But when he attempted to disinherit me through a twisted, fabricated divorce, his final, shocking act of abandonment literally offering me to a predatory figure from his past, I resolved that this broken woman would become his ultimate reckoning.
From that violated hospital bed, I walked away, not as a victim, but as a survivor, armed with irrefutable evidence of his heinous crimes, fiercely determined to expose him, reclaim my shattered life, and finally find true freedom and peace under my father's unyielding protection. You might like
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