Xiang Si
6 Published Stories
Xiang Si's Books and Stories
Stolen Genius, A Billionaire's Vow
Modern My life's work was stolen by Dallas Mueller. She built an empire on my research, becoming a tech celebrity while I was framed for fraud and left with nothing. I decided to crash her biggest product launch to get my life back.
But instead of justice, I was met with violence. Dallas and her followers beat me in front of everyone, tearing my clothes and humiliating me.
They dragged me outside, vandalized my car, and set my personal journal on fire. The ultimate betrayal, however, was seeing my own fiancé, Elias, standing by, his face cold. He believed her lies over me.
He watched them destroy me and did nothing to help.
Just as I was about to break, a voice cut through the chaos. My mentor, the powerful billionaire Clifton Kramer, had arrived.
He exposed Dallas as a fraud on the spot and revealed he had surveillance footage of the entire attack. Cradling me in his arms, he promised, "I promise you, darling, they will pay." Discarded Wife, New Beginning
Romance My fifth anniversary card from Liam was on the counter, perfectly depicting the happy DINK life we' d built.
That evening, the picture shattered when he confessed another woman, Chloe Davis, was pregnant with his child.
He swore it wasn' t an affair, claiming she' d stolen his sperm, but his family, desperate for an heir, forced him to accept the child, disown me, and sacrifice our life.
I was left to absorb his shocking betrayal, the grotesque lie, and the cold reality that my husband, the man who once vowed I was enough despite my infertility from saving his life, was letting his family destroy me for a baby.
Forced to witness him doting on Chloe, my every memory with him twisted into an instrument of torture, I agreed to his "temporary" divorce, booking a one-way ticket to Canada instead of the resort he thought I was recovering at. Beyond Fair: A Daughter's Escape
Young Adult My mother, Karen, a high school principal, enforced a chillingly twisted version of "fairness." It demanded that if I, Sarah, her academically gifted twin, received anything, my less-inclined sister, Emily, had to get the exact same. This rigid, oppressive equality dictated every aspect of our lives, from grades to family trips.
When my SAT score of 1550 dwarfed Emily' s 950, Mom's response was swift and brutal: we would both attend a local community college. My mental health, my severe depression diagnosis-all dismissed. When I finally dared to protest, begging her to consider what a gap year or an ill-suited college might do, her facade cracked.
With a terrifying burst of rage, she grabbed the hot coffee pot and hurled it. Scalding liquid seared my arm, the sudden agony echoing years of insidious abuse: forced underperformance, hidden self-harm scars, and moments of utter abandonment, all justified by her twisted "fairness." My sister, Emily, merely smirked, validating the cruelty.
This wasn't simply unfair; it was a profound, suffocating sickness, a delusion my mother wielded as a weapon, and one my sister benefited from with chilling indifference. How could a parent inflict such systematic psychological and physical torment, all while proclaiming "good intentions" and "fairness"? The lie consumed me, pushing me to the brink.
Shattered, terrified, and with my arm throbbing uncontrollably, I fled instinctively to the apartment building rooftop, the familiar precipice of my despair. But this time, amidst the piercing cold and the overwhelming sense of abandonment, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in years: my estranged father. It was my only hope for escape. Reclaiming Her Empire
Modern I poured my soul into his tech startup, sacrificing law school and working tirelessly.
Years later, as Innovatech became a multi-million-dollar empire, I found myself battered by endless, agonizing IVF failures.
Then, the truth shattered my world: my beloved husband, Ethan, had been having a secret seven-year affair with his young assistant, Chloe.
He'd rented her a luxury downtown apartment and showered her with designer gifts, all while I was injecting hormones, praying for 'our' baby.
When confronted, Ethan showed no remorse, blaming my 'stress' and 'obsession with IVF' for his infidelity, claiming Chloe was 'easier' and 'the future.'
Chloe, emboldened, moved into our home, flaunting her affair, even subtly attempting to poison me with my severe allergies.
Ethan consistently sided with her, excusing her malice, eventually proclaiming his joy over Chloe' s pregnancy while cruelly using my infertility as a weapon against me.
His contempt reached its peak when he blamed me after Chloe's hired thugs brutally assaulted me in a parking lot, leaving me bleeding and collapsing.
How could the ambitious, loving man who once promised a lifetime of happiness transform into such a heartless monster, completely discarding me for a manipulative mistress?
My deepest pain, my very being, had been weaponized against me.
But as the Austin sun set on my shattered life, a cold, unshakeable resolve dawned.
I had lost our baby, lost my marriage, lost my sense of self.
Now, the charade was over.
It was time to dismantle his world, piece by agonizing piece, and reclaim everything he'd stolen.
My Manhattan sunrise would be a brutal awakening for him, and a brilliant new beginning for me. The Heiress Who Refused to Be a Pawn
Romance As Ava Vanderbilt, an heiress with everything, my biggest obsession was Ethan Blackwood.
He was my father's most brilliant protégé, incredibly cold and distant.
I saw his indifference not as dislike, but as a mysterious depth, a challenge only I could conquer.
I convinced myself his passion was reserved, waiting for me alone.
Then came the night I peered into the conservatory.
Ethan wasn’t just talking to Lily, his "innocent younger sister."
He was kissing her, devouring her with a raw, possessive hunger I’d only dreamed of receiving.
This wasn't brotherly love; it was undeniable passion.
The truth hit like a physical blow: his coldness to me wasn't a facade, it was pure disinterest.
But it got worse.
I overheard the unthinkable: all my father's proteges, including Ethan, despised me.
Every compliment was a lie, every gesture a calculated act to use my marriage to fund Lily’s exorbitant dreams.
The final sting came when Ethan, to "teach me a lesson," deliberately tampered with my horse's saddle, breaking my leg.
Then he publicly sabotaged my credit cards at an auction, humiliating me before New York society to buy Lily a dazzling necklace.
My heart, once foolishly infatuated, now felt nothing but ice.
How could these men, given everything by my benevolent father, conspire to so cruelly orchestrate my downfall?
The betrayal was absolute, the humiliation soul-crushing.
Was I truly so pathetic, so blind, that I was just a pawn in their twisted game for Lily?
The naive Ava Vanderbilt died that day.
In her place, a woman forged in fire and betrayal emerged.
My upcoming engagement party, meant to announce my future with honest Carter Sterling, would now be their public reckoning.
I would not be a victim.
I would reclaim my destiny, and they would all pay. You might like
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!" 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 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." The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Huo Wuer Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty.
When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn.
Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance.
Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room.
How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice.
I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for.
I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten. Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback
Huo Wuer Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic.
Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold.
"Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'"
The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip.
Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet.
I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child.
But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame.
"I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done."
I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down. Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Lila Rivers Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past.
On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse.
But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened.
Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation.
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Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail.
But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world." 
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