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His Betrayal, Her Empire

His Betrayal, Her Empire

 Romance
5.0
For seven years, I poured my passion, my dreams, and every spare cent into our future, believing Jackson and I were building something real. Then, his engagement party to socialite Blair Kennedy became front-page news, exposing the truth about the "sentimental" cubic zirconia ring he’d given me. The ultimate betrayal struck when my beloved grandmother, my only family, desperately needed a $100,000 surgery, and Jackson, the man I trusted with my life savings, coldly refused to release a dime of *my* money. "Old people get sick," he scoffed, before having me forcibly removed from a fancy restaurant, publicly shaming me as a gold-digger. He meticulously drained my hard-earned savings, funnelling it into Blair’s lavish diamond, while forcing me to sign IOUs for groceries and calling it “financial discipline.” My grandmother died shortly after, her fragile heart unable to bear the shock of his engagement news. How could the man I loved for seven years, who built his very future on *my* sacrifices, dismiss my grandmother’s life with such casual cruelty? The sheer audacity of his calculated lies, his emotional and financial manipulation, left me shattered, broken, yet ignited a cold, hard fury. But I am Emily, a baker, and I decided their game was irrevocably over. I wasn't just leaving; I was rebuilding a new life a thousand miles away, ready to rise, a sweet empire of defiance forged from the ashes of his betrayal.
My Husband's Secret, My Silent War

My Husband's Secret, My Silent War

 Modern
5.0
On our third wedding anniversary, my husband's "best friend," Jade, told a room full of people about the night she spent kissing a scar on his hip. My husband, Julian, just laughed. He chose her, not me. That night, I found their secret group chat. They called me "the ball and chain." But the worst message was from Julian. He confessed he'd been swapping my birth control pills with placebos for a year, all while promising to be a sperm donor for her. He had held me while I cried over my "unexplained infertility," telling me I was all he needed. It was all a sick, calculated lie. The next morning, he left for her birthday trip, forgetting it was my birthday too. He told me to stay home. Instead, I got in my car and followed them. I was done watching my marriage die. It was time to burn his world to the ground.
You Live the Rest of Your Life on Your Own

You Live the Rest of Your Life on Your Own

 Modern
5.0
On the day Colby married Ruben the heir to the Gibson Group, not a single member of the Gibson family attended the wedding to offer their blessings. Only Brenda, Ruben's grandmother, made a phone call to her. "Want to make a bet? If, by the third year, you both are still in love, I will persuade the Gibson family to accept you. On the contrary, you must leave Ruben, and I will find him a woman whose family status aligns better with his." Colby agreed confidently. Ruben loved her as if his life depended on it, even willing to cut off his family for her. How could their love not last three years? But she never anticipated that in the third year of their marriage, Ruben would betray her.
The Man Who Abandoned Her Love

The Man Who Abandoned Her Love

 Romance
5.0
For ten years, I thought Chase Strong was my savior, pulling me from my small Midwestern town to the glitter of New York City, where I became his devoted fiancée and a successful hand model. Then, a surprise manicure booked by Chase at his ex-girlfriend Karis' s salon left my hands ruined, destroying my career just days before a major contract. When my agent threatened legal action against Karis, Chase' s rage exploded, accusing me of ruining her business. Days later, he drove me deep into a national park, pulled me from the car, threw my purse on the ground, and drove away, leaving me stranded, pregnant, and with no cell service. After two days of terror and dehydration, I returned home to find Chase casually laughing with his friends about abandoning me, calling me a "placeholder" and mocking my career, revealing his true, cruel nature. I couldn' t understand how the man I loved, the father of my unborn child, could see me as a disposable object, especially after my own family had disowned me, leaving me truly alone and with nowhere to go. With nothing left to lose, I made a decision: I would cut all ties with Chase, starting with the baby, and reclaim my life, no matter the cost.
Dying for His Love, Reborn

Dying for His Love, Reborn

 Romance
5.0
"Ava, are you really going to propose to Liam again?" My best friend, Sarah, looked at me with worried eyes. I just smiled and adjusted my brand-new dress. This was the fourth time; it had to be a success. An hour later, I was at the Grand Hotel, clutching the custom-made engagement ring for Liam. He was making a "huge announcement," and his best friend said he wanted me there. My heart raced, certain this was it-after three years and three rejections, he was finally ready to accept me. But then, standing beside him in the spotlight, was a beautiful woman I' d never seen before. "This is Chloe Green," Liam announced, "My fiancée." My world imploded. The room erupted in applause, but to me, it was deafening silence. Hundreds of eyes turned to me-pity, mockery, amusement. I was the city' s biggest joke, watching him slip a sparkling diamond on her finger. When I tried to show him the ring I' d brought, he sneered, "You thought I' d ever want something from you? You thought I' d ever want you?" Then he threw my precious, custom-made ring into the dark, freezing river below the balcony, challenging me: "Go get it, then. If you can find that ring in the river, I' ll believe you." Despite my fragile health and my doctor' s warning, I jumped. I found it, shivering and half-drowned, and returned to him, only for him to declare, "This scar... Every time I see it, it makes me sick. I would never marry a woman like you. Get out of my sight." The scar was from the kidney I' d donated to save his life. I died alone in an empty chapel days later, a "dying wish" marriage proposal from me twisted into his cruel, public humiliation. My ghost, tethered to his hatred, watched him publicly propose to Chloe while I faded into transparency, my very existence erased by his disgust. But a private investigator and my doctor had the truth about my sacrifice-my hidden kidney donation, my last letter to him. They revealed it all, forcing him to confront the monster he had been.
Marry A Comatose Man I' d Never Met

Marry A Comatose Man I' d Never Met

 Romance
3.5
I stared at my father, cutting through the tense living room silence. "I want to marry Blake Harrison." Just hours before, I' d woken to a terrifying truth: My life wasn't my own. I was the villainous side character, destined to be sacrificed to showcase Chloe Davis, the protagonist. The world' s script had a tragic ending for me: My brother, Mark, would disown me. My childhood crush, David, would forge a psychiatric evaluation. And my fiancé, Ethan, would use it to have me committed to a mental institution. I' d be the first casualty in their twisted love game for Chloe. I became Chloe's plaything. She "accidentally" locked me in a freezer, causing near-fatal hypothermia. Then she framed me for a "cut," leading to my forced skin graft. She poisoned me with mangoes, knowing my severe allergy, almost killing me, only for them to demand I apologize to her. They publicly humiliated me with my private photos and then killed my beloved cat, Snowball, cooking him into a soup she made me drink. I didn't understand how their devotion to Chloe made them so cruel. How could the men who once protected me become my tormentors, twisting every truth to fit Chloe's narrative? I refused to accept that fate. I would escape, reveal the truth, and rewrite my ending. My chosen path? Marriage to a comatose man I' d never met.
His Betrayal, Her Rebirth

His Betrayal, Her Rebirth

 Fantasy
5.0
My career as a marketing strategist was unstoppable. Then Chloe Davis walked in, a new hire with a smile too bright and a chilling claim: "I'm a reborn person." She started "predicting" disasters-a major client product failure, a restaurant fire-events that strangely came true, catapulting her to prophet status. Suddenly, my data-driven expertise meant nothing. My promotion, the one I had earned, was given to Chloe. When I confided in my boyfriend and colleague, Mark, about resigning, he looked at me with cold eyes: "Mr. Thompson will think you' re a flight risk. That you' re bitter." The next day, as I prepared to quit, Mr. Thompson confronted me with fake emails, expertly crafted by Mark, showing me colluding with our biggest rival. My resignation was refused; instead, I was publicly demoted to administrative duties, stripped of my dignity. Mark, my supposed partner, stood by Chloe, a triumphant smirk on his face. The humiliation was a physical weight, pushing me to the brink. In my previous life, consumed by despair, I took my own life on the marble steps of the agency that had once been my dream. But then, my eyes snapped open. I was back in the conference room, listening to Chloe's chilling introduction: "I'm a reborn person." This time, I wasn't going to be a victim.
His Obsession, My Betrayal

His Obsession, My Betrayal

 Romance
5.0
One year with David Chen felt like paradise after Jake, but love, I learned, is a master illusionist. I thought I' d found solace in David' s arms, after my long-term boyfriend Jake unceremoniously dropped me for his high school sweetheart, Emily. Then, on our first anniversary, hunting for a rare comic, I stumbled upon David' s secret studio-not a creative haven, but a chilling shrine to Emily Carter, plastered floor to ceiling with her portraits. Hundreds of his letters lay scattered, each a meticulously dated testament to a seven-year obsession, detailing how he used my heartbreak, my trust, to orchestrate Jake and Emily' s reunion. I wasn' t a girlfriend; I was a pawn in his sick game, a means to an end for the woman he truly loved to get back with my ex. The betrayal was a violation, worse than Jake' s, a cold, calculated masterpiece of manipulation that turned my year of healing into a cruel deception. I had to escape, to sever this twisted knot of lies, and the only way out was to call my parents and accept the arranged marriage I' d always laughed at. Just as the decision formed, David' s cheerful voice echoed through the studio, followed by the shattering sound of groceries, and his fake smile dissolving as he saw the truth laid bare. He tried to smooth it over, playing the concerned lover, until I revealed my drastic plan: "I' m moving to New York. I'm getting married." His dismissive smirk was quickly replaced by panic as Emily Carter herself appeared, walking calmly into his web of lies, confirming his deception. Later, doubled over in agony, suffering from a ruptured appendix, I called him for help-the man I thought loved me. He hung up, choosing to tend to Emily' s "headache" over my very real, life-threatening pain, dismissing my screams as manipulative drama. The words "You're just trying to get my attention" echoed as my phone died, the realization slicing through me: he would rather let me die than displease her. Finally, face-to-face in the hospital, he saw me. He saw the IV, the monitors, the reality of my near-death while he' d coddled his fragile Emily just feet away, oblivious. Yet, his gaze hardened, turning from me back to her, and he walked away, promising to return, a promise I knew was as hollow as his love. I fled to New York, rebuilding my life, forging a new identity, finding unexpected peace with my arranged fiancé, Ethan. But the past wasn' t done. David found me.
Wife's Betrayal: Son's Heart, Father's Rage

Wife's Betrayal: Son's Heart, Father's Rage

 Modern
5.0
My life was a perfect picture, painted with my wife Olivia' s fierce love and our son Liam' s bright spirit. Then, a car crash shattered everything, revealing a truth so vile it clawed at my sanity. From my hospital bed, broken and grieving, I overheard the woman I adored, my Olivia, calmly discuss my son' s death as a mere transaction. Liam, our bright-eyed boy, wasn' t gone by accident; he was sacrificed, his heart destined for Mark and Olivia' s hidden child, Lily. The six years of blissful marriage, the grand gestures-they were all a meticulously crafted lie, a performance designed to groom Liam as an unwitting organ donor, and me as a pathetic pawn. My perfect family was a monstrous deception, and their car crash was an execution, my son' s death an assassination. The agony of my injuries paled in comparison to the chilling realization that Olivia had orchestrated a surgery to ensure I could never be a father again. How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, be a cold-blooded murderer, meticulously planning our demise? My world was obliterated, but from its ruins, a cold, hard resolve ignited within me. If she wanted to play a game, I would play along, and then I would burn her world to the ground.
Beyond the Betrayal: A Love Unbroken

Beyond the Betrayal: A Love Unbroken

 Fantasy
5.0
I was Savannah, the Senator' s daughter, a Southern belle living a charmed life. I married Beaufort Hamilton, the perfect man, believing in our shared future and the family we'd create. But the day our son was born, his mask didn't just slip-it shattered. He smothered our newborn, right there, then blamed me for driving his 'true love,' Daisy Lynn, to suicide. He left me bleeding, dying from childbirth complications. My burial was a hurried, shameful secret, while he orchestrated a grand public funeral for Daisy Lynn, painting himself as the tragic, devoted lover. Only Jackson "Jax" Rourke, a war veteran and outsider, saw through his lies, gave me a proper, secret burial, and exposed Beau' s crimes. Then Jax died too, suspiciously. I died knowing the truth: I was betrayed, my child murdered, my name dragged through the mud, and the one good man was gone. The injustice burned, hot and fierce, even as my life faded away. How could such a powerful man get away with such monstrous deception, and why did no one else question it? But fate intervened. Now, I'm back, reborn, remembering everything. This time, things will be different. At the most coveted charity gala, I defied all expectations, publicly choosing Jax Rourke, the very man Beau believed he eliminated, as my future husband. My revenge has just begun.
Six Years Buried: The Daughter I Never Forgot

Six Years Buried: The Daughter I Never Forgot

 Modern
5.0
Six years ago, U.S. Marshal Sarah Miller vanished. She was buried under a new identity and a surgeon's scalpel, believed dead after a top-secret mission. Now, she's back, a ghost in her old life. But her heart hammers for one person: her daughter, Lily. Arriving at Lily's elite boarding school, Sarah expects a reunion, not a nightmare. She watches, horrified, as Lily is slapped and publicly humiliated by a vicious, spoiled girl named Isabella. All while the very people Sarah entrusted Lily's care to—her late husband's best friend, a respected Judge, her childhood companion, and her former housekeeper—stand by, comforting the attacker and calling Lily "Izzy." Her "guardians," dripping in designer labels and fake concern, have not only renamed Lily "Izzy," but have crowned Isabella "Lily Vance," heiress to Sarah's vast estate, openly referring to Sarah as "deceased." Her own child is kicked, ridiculed as a "charity case," and a "bad seed," while the imposter thrives on stolen wealth and affection. The monstrous, calculated betrayal cuts deeper than any physical wound; how could those she trusted most twist her meticulously laid plans into such a vile deception? But then, a raw, desperate whisper from her daughter, "Mommy?" shatters Sarah's disguise and ignites the rage of a mother scorned. The U.S. Marshal is back, and she's activating "Phoenix Protocol" to reclaim every stolen piece of her daughter's life and make every single betrayer pay.
Thompson Family Fraud

Thompson Family Fraud

 Modern
5.0
I was finally moving to Austin, landing my dream software job. The apartment search was the last hurdle before my new life truly began. Then the leasing office called. My credit was flagged, not for me, but for 'Thompson Family Ventures LLC' – a company I' d never heard of, with massive unpaid taxes and delinquent loans, all tied to my name. My Uncle Rick was behind it. Turns out my dad knew about it, dismissing it as 'just a formality' even as my apartment application hung in limbo. At our family BBQ, I confronted Rick, but my dad, and even my grandmother, ordered me to 'let it go for family peace,' calling me disrespectful for demanding accountability. The betrayal cut deep; they chose him over me, again. How could they? My future, my credit, my very identity were on the line because of my uncle' s schemes, and my own family was telling me to sacrifice everything to protect him. Was I just expected to bear this burden for 'family peace'? But when Dad collapsed with a heart attack, and Uncle Rick had the audacity to try to strong-arm me into signing away my legal rights under the guise of 'helping' with medical bills, Dad' s denial finally shattered. His tearful apology, and my mom's fierce, unwavering support, finally gave me the clarity – and the blessing – I needed. This wasn't just about me anymore. It was time to fight back. And expose everything.
Too Late, Mr. Reed

Too Late, Mr. Reed

 Romance
5.0
Ava Miller, a gifted NYU photography student, was desperate. Her mother's medical bills were a mountain of debt, burying Ava's dreams. Salvation appeared in the form of Ethan Reed, a tech billionaire who offered to cover everything – tuition, medical expenses – in exchange for her "companionship" as his muse. Reluctantly, Ava agreed, finding herself falling for his lavish attentions and grand gestures. Then, Ethan' s ex-fiancée, Victoria Hayes, returned. Victoria coldly revealed that every romantic moment Ava cherished was a calculated rerun, a part of Ethan' s elaborate play to win Victoria back. To prove it, Victoria orchestrated a cruel test: Ava and Victoria would text Ethan with competing emergencies. Ethan chose Victoria' s. He dismissed Ava' s plea for help without even reading it. The illusion shattered. Ava, pale and humiliated, was publicly paraded as Ethan' s temporary "project," his "plaything" – a means to an end. It worsened when Victoria callously broke Ava' s late father' s cherished vintage camera, then twisted the truth to Ethan. He immediately sided with Victoria, punishing Ava by confining her to a remote, stark guesthouse, treating her like a disobedient animal. ------------------ My spirit was crushed. How could the man I thought I loved be so merciless, so manipulative? Every grand gesture, every whispered word of affection, was a performance, a lie designed to ensnare me as a pawn in his cruel game. Why would anyone do something so deliberate, so deeply humiliating? But the cold betrayal ignited a desperate resolve. With a late scholarship offer to London' s Royal College of Art, I knew my gilded cage was finally open. I had to escape this twisted drama, reclaim my life, and maybe, just maybe, find real freedom.
Reborn to Avenge: The Heir's Second Chance

Reborn to Avenge: The Heir's Second Chance

 LGBT+
5.0
My adoptive mother, a formidable queen of New York high society, placed the list of eligible bachelorettes in my hand, setting the stage for what should have been my future. But her Fifth Avenue apartment felt less like a home and more like a golden cage, because in this life, I remembered everything. My first time around, I had chosen Brittany Vanderbilt, the city's diamond, only for her to scheme with her true lover, pushing me into the dark, churning water. I still felt the burning in my lungs as I drowned, her chilling words- "You were always a stepping stone, Ethan" -my very last agonizing memory before eternal darkness. Then, her perfectly delivered lie to the police-"He was an accident"-sealing my tragic fate as she played the grieving widow, mocking my very existence and the life I'd lost. The raw injustice, the suffocating depths of betrayal, fueled a grim, unwavering resolve within me that transcended mere anger and pain from the past. Now, inexplicably returned to this exact moment, holding that very same list from a life once lived, I understood that fate had granted me an extraordinary second chance. This time, no Vanderbilt would dictate my destiny, and the rules of their cruel game were about to be rewritten by me.
Wife, CEO, Betrayer

Wife, CEO, Betrayer

 Romance
5.0
For years, I was the senior software architect, the quiet force building the game-changing tech for Innovatech Solutions, the company led by my CEO wife, Ava. Our life, our business, seemed stable enough. But Ava's credit, and her attention, increasingly shifted to her charming, incompetent executive assistant, Ethan. She showered him with praise for my innovations, then, in a devastating move, she canceled our long-delayed Hawaii honeymoon. The second ticket to Hawaii was handed to Ethan, hailed as a "company reward" for the module I had built. Soon, Ethan' s Instagram was filled with champagne toasts and beach photos tagged 'Maui' -not the "critical investor pitch" Ava had claimed. She remained oblivious, having already blindly approved my resignation, and even our divorce papers, mixed in with other documents. My colleagues snickered, assuming I' d simply failed. The betrayal wasn't a surprise; but seeing Ethan giving her a ring while she called me to fix my module, credited to him, turned my quiet resolve into a steel trap. How could she be so blind, so utterly dismissive of me, so consumed by a manipulative charlatan? There was no anger left, only the cold precision of a plan years in the making. She thought her constant slights had broken me. She was wrong. While she celebrated my success with my rival on my honeymoon, my meticulously crafted exit was already in motion. Every piece of me she took for granted, every painful slight, would now extract its full, undeniable price. This wasn't just leaving; it was a total dismantling.
The Day My Fiancée Married Another

The Day My Fiancée Married Another

 Modern
5.0
I was finally marrying Savi, the girl I’d given up my dream tech job for, the one for whom I’d poured years into building software for her family’s oil company. Today was supposed to be our day to get our marriage license, the culmination of a five-year journey, two of them spent dedicated to her father’s business. Then her text came, an hour before the courthouse: a “massive family emergency.” A quick dismissal for our future. Soon after, a plain envelope arrived. Inside: a marriage certificate. Savannah Monroe. Married. To her personal assistant. Today. She showed up later, tear-streaked and with Caleb, who looked suspiciously unwell. "Terminal leukemia," she tearfully explained. "His dying wish. A compassionate act. It changes nothing for *us*." She called *me* selfish for questioning this insane charade, for having the audacity to care that my fiancée just married another man. The sheer, breathtaking nerve of it. Married someone else, spun a ludicrous lie, and then tried to make me the villain for wanting out. This wasn't just a betrayal; it was a brazen insult, a transactional disregard for everything I'd built, for *us*. My gut churned with a cold, simmering rage. When her father’s goons showed up, "insisting" I attend their crucial gala to play the dutiful fiancé for a multi-million-dollar deal, I had a choice. Play along for their empire, or turn their meticulously planned spotlight into their worst nightmare. I decided then and there: they wanted a show? They’d get a show.
The Unwanted Wife's True Colors

The Unwanted Wife's True Colors

 Romance
5.0
For five years, Emily Carter lived as Mrs. Alexander Sterling, a silent accessory in his Manhattan penthouse, with her dreams of screenwriting suppressed. Her contractual marriage was finally set to end, promising her long-awaited freedom. However, on the very last day, Alexander delivered a shocking demand: he expected her to stay on as a "life consultant," training his new fiancée, Sophia, to be his perfect wife. This profound humiliation was amplified as he tore up their signed marriage termination agreement, arrogantly declaring he decided when their arrangement was truly over. Emily fled that night, but Alexander unleashed private investigators to find her, while Sophia launched a vicious public smear campaign, labeling her a vindictive ex. This orchestrated narrative threatened to derail Emily's burgeoning screenwriting career, as studios began to reconsider her project due to the mounting negative publicity. The searing injustice of being demonized and silenced, despite seeking only freedom, ignited a furious resolve within her. Realizing the only path forward was to fight back, Emily decided to expose Alexander and Sophia's duplicity by revealing their own private words and true intentions to the world.
The Day I Left My Own Wedding

The Day I Left My Own Wedding

 Modern
5.0
Ethan Miller, a top-tier software engineer, had poured his soul into Innovatech, the company he built alongside his long-term girlfriend, CEO Victoria Hayes, with shared dreams of success and marriage. But when Ethan responsibly exposed a catastrophic flaw in a project plan by Dylan Vance, the investor’s entitled son, Victoria publicly humiliated him, brazenly siding with Dylan and demanding Ethan compromise his ethics to secure funding, even dangling their long-awaited marriage as a cynical incentive. The betrayal escalated as Ethan witnessed Victoria's increasingly intimate relationship with Dylan, both professionally and personally. He came home to find them openly laughing, a cruel mockery of his devotion. Victoria then accepted his resignation with contempt, threatening his career and leaving him financially stranded. How could the woman he loved, his partner in building this company, so casually discard his integrity for a spoiled rich kid and investment money? Was their entire six-year relationship nothing more than a strategic pawn in her corporate ambition? The injustice was a searing blow. With his loyalty shattered, Ethan made a drastic choice. Soaked by an Austin downpour, he walked away from it all and made a decisive call to a rival firm. This wasn’t just about quitting; it was a defiant declaration that his integrity, and his future, belonged solely to him.
The Necklace I Designed, His Mistress Wore

The Necklace I Designed, His Mistress Wore

 Romance
5.0
Days from launching my passion project, "Ephemeral Echoes," I was a rising game developer, engaged to Ethan, NexusCorp's CEO. Our publicly perfect life was a tech-world fairytale, built on what I believed was unwavering trust and shared dreams. Then came the chat log: Ethan's explicit DMs with Chloe Davis, an intern. Intimate photos from his penthouse. The real gut punch: Chloe had access to *my* early game concepts, the raw soul of "Ephemeral Echoes." He hadn't just betrayed my heart; he'd stolen my very creative identity. A chilling descent followed. Chloe's taunting DMs, featuring photos of Ethan, and his family's champagne toasts to her "pregnancy"—accessorized with *my* custom-designed necklace. Ethan, my rock, publicly abandoned me for her, dismissing my agony as mere "pre-launch jitters." His gaslighting amplified my humiliation. My entire life, meticulously crafted, crumbled into a grotesque, public charade, a lie I could no longer ignore. How could the man I loved systemically erase me, all while the world applauded our 'perfect' fairytale? The betrayal was suffocating. But I wouldn't be his victim. My global, live-streamed game launch would become my stage, not for triumph, but for definitive escape. Ava Miller would die that night in a meticulously orchestrated "accident," reborn as Grace Porter, leaving him to face the shattered code of his own making.