Tabbie Platt
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Tabbie Platt's Books and Stories
Jilted Ex? I'm The Lost Heiress
Modern I sat in the corner booth of a high-end restaurant, clutching a velvet-wrapped box to celebrate the multi-million dollar funding I had just secured for our company.
My boyfriend, Wayne, finally walked in forty-five minutes late, but he wasn't alone. My best friend Jessica was clinging to his arm, her hand resting protectively over a twelve-week baby bump.
"We’re breaking up, Lana," Wayne said, refusing to even look at me. "Jessica fits the image of a CEO’s wife better. Investors want pedigree, and your orphan background is a liability for the IPO."
When I refused to hand over my patents for a measly severance check, the betrayal turned physical. His mother called me a "gutter rat" and threw a bowl of scalding soup onto my neck, while Wayne threatened to sue me for corporate espionage to ruin my reputation. They threw me out of the apartment I helped pay for, laughing as I stood on the sidewalk with nothing but a duffel bag and a burned shoulder.
I couldn't wrap my head around the cruelty. How could the man I built a pharmaceutical empire for treat me like a disposable parasite? Did they honestly believe I was a nameless nobody they could just erase after stealing my life’s work?
But as Wayne stepped out to mock me one last time, a fleet of silver Rolls Royces pulled up to the curb, boxing in his car and stopping traffic.
A man in white gloves stepped out and bowed deeply toward me.
"Welcome home, Miss Delacroix," he said, his voice echoing across the street. "Your parents have been waiting twenty years for this moment."
Wayne watched in frozen horror as I stepped into the luxury car, finally realizing that the "orphan" he had just discarded was actually the long-lost heir to the most powerful family in the country. The Disabled Tycoon's Lethal Substitute Bride
Romance I was the despised stepdaughter of the Rush family, treated like dirt under my stepmother's designer heels while secretly investigating my biological mother's suspicious death.
One day, my stepmother slapped a marriage contract on my worn desk.
I was to be sacrificed in my stepsister's place to marry Damien Kemp, a notoriously violent, wheelchair-bound heir who wasn't expected to live past thirty.
"If you dare to resist, I'll leak the scandals about your dead mother to every media outlet."
My stepsister filmed my misery for her followers, laughing as they threw a thrift-store reject at me to use as a wedding dress.
They forced me to endure humiliating etiquette lessons just to mock my clumsiness, and even picked my bedroom lock to steal a precious herbal skin formula I had mixed, hoping to use it to shine at an upcoming high-society gala.
In their eyes, I was just a pathetic, helpless puppet, destined to be buried alongside a dying invalid so they could secure a massive corporate investment.
What they didn't know was that the formula they greedily stole was a carefully crafted trap that would soon destroy my stepsister's face.
And when I finally met my "dying" billionaire husband, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at his supposedly paralyzed legs, diagnosed the exact rare neurotoxin destroying his body, and offered him a thirty-million-dollar deal to tear all our enemies down. Died as His Luna, Returned as His Nightmare
Werewolf I was the Luna of the pack, but my mate, Alpha Hardin, chose to believe the venomous lies of my supposed best friend, Estella.
She framed me with hidden wolfsbane and a fabricated miscarriage, playing the perfect victim.
Without a second thought, Hardin looked at me with eyes of frozen steel and publicly rejected me as his mate.
"I, Hardin Preston, reject you, Elara Gardner, as my mate."
Stripped of my title and dignity, I was left to rot in a freezing, threadbare hovel.
My inner wolf went silent, and I coughed up blood alone, clutching a small wooden wolf carved for the baby I would never get to hold.
When the guards finally found my cold, lifeless body, Estella shed fake tears, putting on a magnificent performance of grief to win the pack's heart and seal my coffin with her fabricated generosity.
I gave him my entire soul, yet he couldn't see through her toxic facade, leaving me to die with nothing but the agonizing snap of our severed bond.
But the Moon Goddess didn't let my story end there.
When I opened my eyes again, it was a full year later, and I was in the body of Kaitlin Padilla, a frail, wolfless noble girl.
Looking at my new reflection, a cold resolve extinguished the last embers of my grief.
And when a royal messenger arrived, forcing me to attend Alpha Hardin's new mate selection, my lips curled into a chilling smile.
I am coming for you both, and I will take back everything you stole from me. He Stole My Blueprint, I Stole His Empire
Mafia I was the hidden architect behind the Moretti mafia family's billion-dollar empire. My capo fiancé, Gianni, used to bring me coffee and murmur grand promises of protection.
But at two in the morning, he sent a blunt text demanding my master decryption keys. Attached was a photo of his new fiancée, the Underboss's niece, wearing a massive blood diamond bought with my hard work.
He had coldly dumped me, claiming my independence was a defect for a mafia wife. Now, he was presenting my flawless smuggling blueprint to the Commission, listing himself as the mastermind and his new prize as the architect. My name was completely scrubbed from the records.
He actually expected me to quietly hand over the core security codes so he wouldn't look like a fool in front of the bosses. He treated me like a disposable tool, meant to bleed for a syndicate that stole my genius to enrich a parasite.
"Port logistics keys. Now. Francesca is having a fit and I have to deal with it."
I stared at his arrogant message, a creeping chill of absolute rage washing over me. He really thought I would just obediently submit and watch him build his kingdom on my back.
I looked at the chat window where my habitual "Yes, Capo" was already typed.
I deleted it.
Instead, I snapped my burner phone in half, packed my original files, and took my master blueprint straight to the most feared Don in the underworld. He Took the Cure,I Became the Legend
Werewolf I was attacked by Rogues on border patrol and severely poisoned by silver rain.
I dragged my burning body back to the packhouse, expecting my boyfriend of five years, the future Alpha, to save me.
Instead, Jason just complained that I was tracking mud on his expensive leather shoes.
He went straight to the medicine cabinet and took all three of our remaining magical healing potions.
I begged him to leave just one vial for me, as the silver poison was literally boiling my blood.
"Stop behaving like a fragile Omega," he snapped.
Then, he left to give all the life-saving potions to his Beta secretary, Chloe.
Her life-threatening emergency? She had caught a slight chill from walking to her car in the rain.
As I lay dying on the living room rug, I heard him mind-link her, promising to buy her a limited-edition sports car to comfort her.
The five years of love and loyalty I had given him instantly turned to dust.
He assumed I would just swallow the humiliation, thinking I was throwing a childish tantrum to get his attention.
But as my ancient White Wolf bloodline miraculously awakened to heal my ruined body, my heart went completely cold.
I didn't cry or beg him to look at me again.
I packed my bags, officially severed my bond with his pack, and walked right into the arms of my true Fated Mate. The Unwanted Omega's Hidden Royal Blood
Werewolf For six years, I was the secret Omega mate of Jackson, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.
He kept me hidden in the slums, terrified my low status would ruin his flawless reputation.
During the full moon festival, I fell into a Rogue's brutal trap.
Instead of saving me, my Fated Mate hesitated at the edge of the ravine, turned his back, and walked away to flirt with a high-ranking Beta female.
Because of his choice, I lay screaming in the cold mud, and our unborn pup died before it ever truly lived.
When I woke up in the hospital, he didn't apologize.
"Everyone was watching. I cannot risk my standing by diving into a ditch for a clumsy Omega."
He gladly accepted my mate rejection, mocking that I would never survive in this world without him.
A month later, after digging through my medical records, he finally discovered I had been pregnant.
He cornered me on the street, demanding I return to the pack to protect his royal heir.
I slapped the fetal demise consent form against his chest, watching his arrogant certainty shatter into pieces.
He murdered his own child for his vanity, yet he still believed he could command me to come back.
But I was no longer the pathetic Omega he had discarded.
My hidden royal White Wolf blood had awakened, and Dominic, the most powerful Alpha in North America, had just claimed me as his Second Chance Mate.
This time, I would watch Jackson rot in the dirt. Trapped By The Possessive Esports God
Modern I was a Twitch streamer who got publicly humiliated by my toxic ex-boyfriend during a live broadcast. To save face, I blurted out a massive lie.
I claimed that "Killer," the untouchable god of the esports world, was actively pursuing me. But just ten minutes after I panic-quit my stream, the doorbell rang, and the esports god himself was standing at my front door with a suitcase.
"I'm the new roommate. I have nowhere else to go," he said, looking like a lost golden retriever hiding from crazy fans.
He moved into my apartment, acting entirely sweet and helpless. He couldn't even put on a duvet cover, but he made me a perfect breakfast and gently cared for me when I got hurt. He looked so genuinely innocent that I felt sick with absolute guilt for using his name for internet clout. When my ex's fans organized a massive hate campaign against me, I aggressively tweeted back to protect my new roommate's honor, doubling down on my lie.
But I didn't understand why he immediately liked my tweet, sending the entire internet into a total meltdown. I thought he was just a pure, naive gamer following his manager's PR advice to defuse the drama.
I had no idea that behind his polite smile, he wasn't innocent at all. He was a ruthless, obsessive predator who had already manipulated his way into my home, and I had just locked myself in a cage with him. Mistaken Identity: Loving The Wrong Twin Sister
Mafia I replaced my twin sister in a marriage contract to the ruthless Mafia Don, Donovan Blackwood.
For three years, I was a ghost in his home, silently enduring his coldness while he flaunted his mistress, Chloe.
On the very last day of our contract, Chloe staged an accident.
Donovan didn't hesitate.
He forced me to drain my blood to save her life.
Then, to prove his loyalty to her, he drove me to the cliffs and pushed me into the freezing ocean.
He even locked me in a cellar infested with spiders—my deepest phobia—because she lied and said I threatened her.
He thought he was punishing the spoiled, arrogant Isabella.
He didn't know he was breaking Ava, the woman who had silently memorized his allergies and waited up for him in the dark every single night.
When I finally took my fifty million dollars and vanished, I left behind nothing but the divorce papers and a photo revealing the truth.
He tore the city apart, destroying my family to find me, only to realize he had tortured the wrong woman.
Now, he is standing on my porch in the pouring rain, staring in horror at the simple wooden ring on my finger given to me by another man.
He falls to his knees, begging for a chance to love the wife he tried to destroy.
I look at him, feeling absolutely nothing.
"It's too late, Donovan," I say, locking the door. "You killed her." He Called Off Our Forever
Modern Tonight, my boyfriend of seven years, Benjamin Kane, was supposed to propose. Our future was a perfect picture, planned down to the last detail.
But a single phone call shattered it all. A mysterious voice convinced him I was a gold digger who would ruin him, and that another woman, Jenna Christian, was his true soulmate.
He called off our engagement on the spot.
That was only the beginning of my nightmare. I was stalked by a man obsessed with Jenna, a confrontation that ended with me falling from a rooftop and shattering my arm. Then, I was kidnapped by a shady agency, trapped by a contract Jenna had signed in my name. I was living the horrific fate that was meant for her.
Benjamin, the man who promised me forever, abandoned me to suffer while defending the very woman who orchestrated my torment.
Lying in a hospital bed, I received an acceptance letter for a design scholarship in Paris. It was my only escape. I took it, leaving behind the man who broke me and the life he destroyed. Fatal Affair, Fated Love
Romance Three days before my wedding, I held the invitations, a bright future with Chloe Davis unfolding before me. I decided to surprise her at her final dress fitting, full of stupid, happy optimism.
But through the boutique window, I saw her with Ethan Miller, her "first love," the broke con artist I'd repeatedly paid off at Chloe's tearful request. Then, hidden in an alley, I heard their conversation: my meticulously planned life was a calculated scam.
She called me "pathetic," a "tool," a "walking ATM." She even bragged about how easy I was to manipulate. My five years of pouring everything into her-paying off her loans, buying her a car and her mother a condo, giving Ethan tens of thousands-all of it was a lie designed to extract every penny before she discarded me.
The invitations slipped from my numb fingers, scattering on the dirty asphalt as memories flooded back, each sweet moment now tainted with cold, cynical calculation. My heart, once full, was now a charred, worthless spot.
The most horrific truth came out when she intentionally crashed our car on the freeway, shattering my leg. She escaped untouched, called Ethan, and left me for dead, only to flaunt her Vegas trip with him on social media, using my credit card, while I fought for my life.
I was broken, not just by her betrayal, but by the realization that she hadn' t just hurt me; she had actively despised me, plotting to destroy me and even poisoning my mother to hasten my inheritance.
But I wouldn't just be used and discarded. No. This was no longer about a broken heart. This was about my mother. This was about justice. Forged In Fire: A Family's Fight
Modern My brother Andrew was our family's only hope, his Penn State scholarship a golden ticket out of this dead-end, rust-belt town.
But that dream shattered on the football field with a sickening crack, as Wesley Fowler, scion of the ruthless family who owned half the town, delivered a dirty, career-ending hit to Andrew's knee.
In the hospital, Wesley threw five hundred dollars at me, sneering that Andrew "should have known his place."
His goons later cornered me outside, shoving me against a brick wall, reminding me that "dead soldier's kids" were "nothing" and that the Fowlers "own the cops, the school, this whole damn town."
Our cries for justice were met with chilling indifference; the sheriff dismissed it as "boys will be boys," and the school revoked Andrew' s scholarship, citing false rumors and Lester Fowler's "donations."
An eviction notice appeared, a vicious online smear campaign painted us as violent thugs, and Andrew, once so full of life, withered in despair, whispering, "I wish I had died."
How could they get away with this, destroying an innocent life and crushing a family, simply because they were rich and powerful?
Drowning in a darkness so profound it felt like the end, I remembered my father' s Special Forces medals and his unit' s motto: "Leave no one behind."
My father's brothers in arms were our last hope, and I would drive a thousand miles to find them. When Loyalty Crumbles
Romance After a year overseas building a skyscraper that put our firm on the map, all I wanted was to get back home to my wife, Jenny.
But the moment I saw her at the airport, my world tilted; she was visibly pregnant, at least five months along, and the baby wasn't mine.
Her chilling explanation? It was her childhood friend Wes' s child, his "only chance," and she expected me to embrace this "sacrifice" as a twisted form of debt repayment for a "perfect marriage image."
Then, Wes moved into our home, a constant, smug reminder of my betrayal, culminating in Jenny slapping me and labeling me a "violent drunk" when I dared to defend myself against his taunts.
I couldn't fathom how the woman I loved could so coldly betray me and then blame me, but as I prepared to leave, I stumbled upon a flash drive she'd left, hinting at a truth far darker than I could imagine-a hidden plot that would force me to fight not for a broken marriage, but for her very safety. Stolen Genius, Reclaimed Fate
Young Adult My whole life was focused on one goal: Harvard.
I was Sarah Miller, the academic star, future astrophysicist, and that scholarship was my family's only way out of our small New England town.
Just days after acing another SAT practice test, my best friend Chloe, with her cheerleader ponytail swinging, handed me a shiny "friendship locket" for good luck.
Suddenly, my perfect scores plummeted, while Chloe' s, who usually struggled, inexplicably soared.
Then, a chilling conversation overheard outside the library confirmed my worst fears: Chloe and Ethan, my childhood friend and the boy I might have loved, had deliberately used the cursed antique locket from Mr. Abernathy' s shop to swap my academic luck for Chloe' s gain.
My actual SAT scores were a disaster, shattering my Harvard dream and my mother's hopes as her health faltered under the stress.
Ethan, to shield Chloe from a plagiarism charge, brazenly framed me, leading to my National Honor Society revocation, lost scholarships, and public humiliation as a "cheater."
Later, after Ethan rushed off to save Chloe, leaving me besieged by a vengeful clique vandalizing my car, he returned only to plant fabricated evidence that caused my mother to collapse.
How could my closest friends, who should have been my anchors, orchestrate such a cruel, calculated betrayal, then watch my life unravel without a flicker of remorse?
The injustice burned, transforming my despair into a cold, sharp rage.
They believed they had dealt with the 'naive bookworm' and that I would just "be fine."
They were profoundly mistaken. My revenge would begin by turning their own vile magic against them. The Unwanted Husband's Unexpected Power
Billionaires I had long embraced my role as the quiet, unremarkable husband, often ridiculed for supposedly failing at business and living off my wife, Brittany.
My marriage was a pact, a secret agreement with her father to save his struggling retail empire.
For years, I patiently endured Brittany’s public mockery, casual disrespect, and blatant infidelity with her personal trainer, Chad.
I let the stinging whispers of "kept man" wash over me, maintaining my carefully crafted facade.
But at tonight’s glittering charity ball, her cruelty escalated.
She shamelessly paraded Chad, then, scoffing at my "lack of ambition," she dramatically produced divorce papers.
In front of high society, she thrust them into my hands, sneering that I was a burden and she never wanted me.
The room erupted in snickers, the crowd visibly reveling in my supposed humiliation, assuming I would beg.
They believed I was truly a nobody, a pathetic freeloader, easily discarded.
Years of my patience, enduring this charade for a sacred promise, vanished in that moment.
Their smug faces, her utter betrayal—did she truly believe I was the penniless man she so gleefully cast aside?
I calmly accepted the divorce, a decision that visibly stunned everyone in the ballroom.
Then, during the ongoing charity auction, as she brazenly flaunted her wealth, I began to subtly bid against her, defying her by one dollar at a time.
I had given her countless chances, but tonight, something truly had to break.
My carefully constructed facade finally shattered, and it was time for them all to witness the true identity of the man they had been so arrogantly mocking. Reborn Heiress: His Regret, Her Reign
Billionaires Emily Winston, heiress to the powerful Winston Media Group, led a seemingly perfect life, engaged to Ethan Hawke, the charismatic heir of Hawke Energy.
Their corporate fairy tale shattered when she discovered Ethan in their marital bed with Sophia Bell, her father's illegitimate daughter.
Despite his tearful pleas, the betrayal ran deep. Ethan’s resentment, fueled by his belief Emily orchestrated Sophia’s quiet exile, poisoned their marriage and her very existence.
Corporate sabotage followed: leaked secrets, crumbling strategies, her family's empire ravaged. Her beloved grandfather and frail mother withered under the immense stress, gone too soon.
Emily herself met a brutal end, run down by a truck on a rain-slicked street, the very day she learned she was pregnant.
A life stolen, a legacy destroyed—a cruel cosmic joke. Why had her love, her loyalty, been met with such utter devastation?
But then, she woke up, back on her 25th birthday, gifted an impossible second chance.
This time, Emily would rewrite her story, protect her family, and forge a new destiny.
Yet, across the opulent ballroom, her eyes met Ethan Hawke’s, and a chilling, stark recognition flickered in their depths.
He remembered. He had reborned too.
This changed everything. At Twenty Weeks, He Faked My Miscarriage
Billionaires For a decade, I was Amelia Ross, the Upper East Side's most publicly humiliated wife.
Page Six kept a running tally of my husband Jared Sterling's affairs, a humiliating "Sterling's Scorecard."
My entire independent design career, my peace of mind, even my very identity, had been sacrificed to protect the Sterling family's gilded facade.
Then, with surgical cruelty, Jared orchestrated a "routine check-up" during my twenty-week pregnancy.
It ended not with a healthy heartbeat, but a fabricated miscarriage report and a hefty gag order.
"You're not fit to carry a Sterling heir," he sneered, tossing the paperwork at me as he celebrated with Kendra Bell, his latest "passion muse."
My heart, already a mosaic of fractures from 99 prior betrayals, shattered into dust.
While Jared and Kendra toasted their "undying love," my baby was gone, a life stolen, and my agony dismissed as inconvenient.
The public, his family, even Jared himself, expected me to collapse, to beg for forgiveness, to cling to the wreckage of our marriage like I always had.
They expected tears, desperation, and another humiliating plea.
But the hundredth cut didn't break me; it forged me anew.
From that moment on, I didn't just walk away; I turned the page, ready to build an empire of my own, free from the Sterling name, ready to redefine what "Amelia Ross" truly meant. You might like
The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
Gertrude I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter.
But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Rejected By My Ex, Desired By His Father
Glitch Petal After six years together, Joslyn was abandoned before her wedding when her boyfriend chose his first love over her.
Then came an unexpected proposal-from Connor, her ex-boyfriend's adoptive father. "Marry me. You'll get everything you want-and you can get back at him."
The deal came with its perks: a lavish monthly allowance, abundant resources at her fingertips, a husband who was practically never home, and the sheer pleasure of rubbing her new status in her ex-boyfriend's face.
But the distant husband she expected turned possessive instead.
While her ex begged publicly for another chance, Connor pulled her into his arms. "Say that again, and you'll be out of the family forever."
Only later did Joslyn discover the truth-Connor had spent six years planning to make her his.
Believing it was only a beneficial deal, Joslyn agreed.
Constant traveling? A complete lie. And the promise that they'd each live their own lives? Another carefully spun deception. On their wedding night, he had her pinned beneath him, his kisses stealing her breath. And night after night, he kept coming home-utterly fixated on her. Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Ming Yue Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire.
I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock.
I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim.
"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months.
Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout.
But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back. Mr. Billionaire, Your Madness Belongs To Me!
wheat globe When Natalie's hearing returned, betrayal was the devastating truth waiting for her.
She repaid the cheating pair with sharp slaps, then took her sister's place in an arranged marriage.
Her groom, Nathan, was rumored to be frail, vicious, and unable to satisfy a woman.
Their wedding night, however, demolished every warning when he pinned her against the glass and challenged the rumor himself. Three relentless days proved the gossip laughably wrong.
Later, her groveling ex begged her back. Nathan asked for a knife to deal with the "pest."
Everyone saw a monster. Natalie alone knew his madness hid a love that burned only for her. Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
Anemic Sun For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence.
When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer.
Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius.
Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer." 
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