Xiao Ziyi
15 Published Stories
Xiao Ziyi's Books and Stories
From Ashes, A New Love Reborn
Modern My husband, the city's most formidable lawyer, destroyed my family to protect his ex-girlfriend. He framed my brother, leading to my parents' deaths and our company's collapse.
He promised to free my brother if I stayed. But on the day of the final appeal, he never showed up.
My brother lost his last chance at freedom. I later found out why Hamilton was absent. He was at a picnic, celebrating his ex-girlfriend's dog's birthday.
My brother's life, my entire world, was worth less than a puppy. The love I had for him shattered into dust.
So I underwent an experimental therapy to erase him from my mind. When he finally tracked me down in Paris, begging me to come back, I looked at the man who had been my world and asked,
"I'm sorry, have we met?" His Wife, Her Game, His Escape
Billionaires My wife of four years, tech CEO Eve Yates, moved her latest boy-toy into our penthouse. Our marriage was a contract: my absolute emotional submission in exchange for her love, governed by a strict "no-touch" rule she enforced like a religion.
After her cruelty drove me to try and kill myself, she had her guards drag me from my hospital bed. My crime? I had to apologize to her lover for "frightening" him with my suicide attempt.
In his room, she spoon-fed him the special chicken soup her chef always made for me when I was sick.
When I refused to apologize, she forced me to drink glass after glass of whiskey, knowing I had a stress ulcer that could kill me.
As I lay vomiting in agony on the floor, her lover clutched his stomach and announced he thought he was pregnant.
I looked at my wife, expecting her to laugh at the absurdity. Instead, a calculating look crossed her face. She was actually considering this farce. In that moment, the last shred of hope that she ever loved me died.
As I passed out from the pain and alcohol, they wheeled my gurney away. Eve leaned in close and whispered, "Since you want to leave me so badly, I'm having you sterilized. You will never have a family with anyone else."
When I woke up, I set her world on fire and walked away to marry her biggest rival. The Fiancée's Grand Design
Billionaires It was my wedding day, a dream come true with the man who had pursued me for seven years, the heir to a vast fortune. Our private jet was whisking us to a Caribbean island, my gown a cascade of silk, a secret flutter in my belly signaling new life.
Then, masked hijackers stormed the cabin, and in a heart-stopping moment, my fiancé, Mark, shoved me directly into a hijacker' s brutal grasp to protect his childhood friend, Chloe. The force of his betrayal shattered everything, leaving me exposed and humiliated as my exquisite wedding gown was torn.
As I bled, losing our child, I overheard Mark' s chilling conversation: the hijacking was a setup, designed to get rid of me. He wanted no trace of our life. After being discarded like trash, I awoke in a hospital, only to hear him bribe a doctor to perform a D&C to erase any proof of the pregnancy, claiming it was for my health.
He played the grieving fiancé, but when I confronted him about pushing me, he concocted a flawless lie. He then summoned burly nurses to hold me down for the procedure against my will, his eyes cold chips of ice. His parents brazenly supported his actions, proud he chose social standing over me.
Days later, Chloe, his true love, visited my hospital room to gloat, revealing Mark' s plan to leave me after the wedding and sending me a vile picture of them together in my bed. The ultimate humiliation came when he slapped me and threw me out of the penthouse, accusing me of attacking Chloe, a scene she masterfully orchestrated and secretly recorded to mock me further.
Left distraught and homeless on a cold New York street, with his betrayal etched deep into my soul, I was consumed by a bitter, cold fury. How could he have been so cruel, so calculated? How could I have been so blind?
But what they thought was my end was just my beginning. I received a hidden security camera footage of the jet incident and a clear understanding of their despicable lies. I would survive this. I would make him pay. They unleashed a monster, and I would dismantle his empire, leaving nothing but ruin in my wake. His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune
Billionaires My perfectly curated life, built on seven-figure deals and an untouchable career, shattered with a single phone notification.
It was a photo of my husband, Mark Johnson, on a boat with another woman, her finger adorned with a diamond that wasn't mine, a smile on his face I hadn' t seen in years. The caption: "My future."
The world spun. I walked out of a multi-million-dollar meeting and drove, aimless, until an unknown number rang. It was Ethan Hayes, my college sweetheart, a billionaire now. His invitation- "Come have a drink with me. For old times' sake"-felt like a desperate lifeline.
I clung to him, fueled by betrayal, mistaking newfound passion for a fresh start. We divorced Mark quickly, publicly, brazenly, thinking it revenge. I was a fool.
The nightmare began a month later. Explicit photos, private messages, my address-all leaked online. Chloe Miller, the marketing executive, became a public spectacle, a cautionary tale. My company fired me; clients vanished.
Ethan' s number was disconnected. He was gone. Then the call came: my parents were dead, their hearts giving out under the weight of the scandal he created.
He had orchestrated every single step. This wasn't love; it was meticulously planned, cold-blooded revenge. He ruined my life, my reputation, my family. And now, he wanted to buy my silence.
I would rather starve than take a single dollar from the man who murdered my parents. And standing in my ravaged apartment, I finally understood the full, brutal truth: I was pregnant with his child. A Wife's Vengeance, Two Lives
Modern The sterile air of the lawyer's office hung heavy, reeking of a marriage ending and a family dividing.
My twin brother, Liam, and I sat between our polished, successful parents, feeling like assets on a ledger.
My father, Dr. Richard Miller, the celebrated surgeon, offered a brilliant, practiced smile.
"We're going to let you choose who you want to live with."
Liam' s chest puffed out, eyes already on our wealthy father.
But a cold, bitter knot twisted inside me.
I had lived this "choice" before.
I had made the wrong one.
I looked at my ten-year-old reflection in my mother's sympathetic eyes.
"So we can really choose? Freely?"
My father's gaze was fixed on Liam, dismissing me.
He thought I'd follow like a lost puppy.
He was wrong.
"I choose Mom."
The words sliced through the silence, shattering his charming facade.
His voice, smooth a moment ago, turned sharp, like a scalpel.
"Chloe, what? Don't be silly. You'll come with me, with your brother. You'll have the best of everything."
He promised horses, schools, a life shimmering with gold.
I looked at the man who had been my world, the man who had destroyed me with that same persuasive voice.
"You said I could choose freely. Were you lying, Dad?"
Then to my esteemed principal mother: "Are you going to tell me my choice is wrong because my brother wants something different?"
She flinched.
My father' s face darkened, the mask gone.
He stood abruptly, chair scraping.
"Fine. Let's go, son."
He grabbed Liam, not looking at me as they left.
In my last life, I chose him.
He saw a tool, a test subject.
He performed unethical experiments on me, documenting my pain, calling it "pushing boundaries."
I endured, craving his approval, only to hear him declare me "compromised," my purpose "served."
I died, a lab rat.
Liam knew.
He saw my sickness, my scars, but he said nothing, enjoying the spoils of my suffering.
"Dad's just trying to make you better," he'd said, not looking up from his phone.
When I opened my eyes in that lawyer' s office again, ten years old, there was no hesitation.
Only a vow.
I would not be their victim.
I would be the architect of their ruin.
Richard, Sarah, Liam.
They would all pay.
This new life wasn't a gift.
It was a chance for revenge. From Genius Betrayed to Love Redeemed
Sci-fi They called me a genius once, the brightest star among thirteen protégées hand-picked by Dr. Silas Vance, the AI ethics pioneer.
My reward for creating Nexus, the most advanced AI, was supposed to be a tech empire and the hand of Liam Vance, the man I' d loved my whole life, his adopted son.
Instead, victory turned to ashes when Maya Chen, Liam's favorite, plunged from Vance Tower moments after my win, a tragic fall that sealed my fate.
My wedding night wasn' t a celebration; it was the start of my execution, as Liam laid Maya's cold body between us, shrieking, "You stole everything from her, from me!" until his voice was hoarse.
He shattered a mirror, forcing me to kneel on the shards, demanding, "Beg for her forgiveness. Ten thousand times."
In the raw torment that followed, he injected me with hallucinogens, sending notorious hackers to tear my mind apart digitally, recording every horrifying moment.
Then, he uploaded the videos, crafting a lie the world devoured: I was a "digital harlot" who drove innocent Maya to her death, a public shame that drowned my family, seizing their assets.
When I woke, not in a grave but months before the competition's end, I knew what I had to do.
With ice in my veins, I secretly swapped my masterpiece AI with Maya' s simple, flawed prototype; let her have the win, let her have Liam, let her have the toxic glory.
This time, I just wanted to live, to break free from their twisted, profound connection that had nearly destroyed me; now, it would be their undoing. From Collateral to Queen
Romance I was 34, finally pregnant and ready to build the family I' d always dreamed of with Caleb, six years my junior.
He said he loved my maturity, my independence, my established life – making me feel cherished.
But then I found his laptop, open to a group chat called "The Wolfpack."
The messages cut deep: I was his "training wheels," a "practice run" for the "real thing" – his high school sweetheart, Molly.
My world shattered as I realized every sacrifice I'd made, every penny I' d spent on him, was part of his cruel game.
The stress the betrayal caused led to a painful miscarriage, but that wasn't the worst.
At the hospital, Caleb introduced me as a mere "colleague" to Molly, the very woman he' d been practicing for.
Later, back home amidst his mocking friends, Molly "accidentally" spilled boiling soup on me, then whispered, "He' ll never want a desperate old hag like you."
When I tried to retaliate, Caleb burst in and slapped me, hard, for daring to "hurt" his precious Molly.
He left me bleeding and broken on the floor, while his friends – the Wolfpack – leered, suggesting they could "have some fun while he' s gone."
How could the man who promised me a future be such a monster?
How could I have been so blind?
Lying there, bleeding, I realized I had to escape this nightmare.
With the last shred of my dignity, I decided to leave, determined to start a new life where I was truly free. The Billionaire's True Partner
Billionaires It was supposed to be my night. At the Bancroft Foundation Gala, sparkling under crystal light, I, Scarlett Davenport, was meant to receive the historic Bancroft signet ring from Ethan, sealing our dynastic union. My grandfather smiled, knowing the Davenport Covenant-my birthright as queenmaker-was finally coming to fruition.
But then, Ethan, the golden boy on stage, scanned the room, and his eyes didn't land on me. They found Daisy Miller, the estate manager's daughter. A gasp echoed as he slipped that ring onto her finger, declaring her his "true partner." My heart didn't stop; it went very, very still.
Then came the knife: a "psychological compatibility report" claiming I was "unsuited for the intense public life" he envisioned. The whispers, the pitying stares, Eleanor's humiliating offer of mistress status-it all burned. My reputation, shredded.
He called me "unsuited." How blind he was! He'd chosen a pawn over the queen, discarded the absolute key to the power he craved. The Davenport Covenant wasn't just a quaint story; it was a destiny waiting to be unleashed. A monumental fool.
As society vultures circled, I saw my chance. I turned to Eleanor, asking for public sanction for a new match. My eyes scanned the room, landing on him: Jax Morgan, the self-made tech billionaire. "Him," I stated, my voice clear. His amused gaze met mine-a challenge, not a rejection. The true game began. Securing The Heir: A Wife's Triumph
Fantasy The stick showed two pink lines. I was pregnant. My husband Julian, future titan of the Hawthorne empire, would be ecstatic for his heir.
But holding that test, my heart froze, a chill seeping bone-deep, because I knew this was the start of the end for me in my last life.
The memories burned with terrifying clarity: Julian' s affections turning, my cousin Seraphina' s poisonous whispers, her "wellness guru" act used to weaken me. They convinced Julian I was unstable, unfit, then orchestrated my "accident"-a brutal fall down the grand staircase that cost me everything.
My child, born too soon, struggled pointlessly for life. As I bled out, left for dead, I heard Seraphina' s soft, triumphant laugh and Julian' s cold, unfeeling dismissal. My own powerful family, the Hawthornes, simply watched, deeming my branch easily discarded. The complete betrayal, the raw injustice of losing both my life and my baby' s, was a torment that eclipsed death itself.
But then, I gasped. Clutching the cold porcelain counter, I realized I was back. Reborn. On this exact day, in this sterile bathroom. It wasn't a dream; it was a horrifying second chance. This time, my child would live, and every single soul who wronged us would pay. My naive love was gone, replaced by a mind honed sharp by death. I knew their weaknesses, their desires. I would play the doting, clueless wife they expected, but beneath the surface, I would be the puppeteer, painstakingly orchestrating their downfall. The game was on. From Nashville's Shadow to Austin's Spotlight
Romance For seven years, I was Jackson Pierce' s shadow, his silent partner, his rock, burying my own guitar dreams to manage his fragile genius.
Every industry event, every networking attempt, it was all for Jax, because his anxiety kept him prisoner in our quiet Nashville home.
But one night, a casual check of our home security shattered my entire world.
There, in our living room, was his "life coach," not on a video call, but in person, passionately kissing my husband.
He was alive, animated, strumming my mother' s vintage Martin guitar, the one he' d always called "junk."
The raw, aching melody filled the air, a song about his new muse, a passion he' d never shared with me.
When I confronted him, he gaslighted me, accusing me of spying, claiming I stressed him out, that she understood his true creative soul.
Then came the ultimate insult: he announced his therapist would be moving into my guest room, into my house, for "intensive therapeutic support."
How could he be so brazen, so cold, so utterly devoid of shame, especially in a house bought with my grandmother' s money?
Had all my sacrifice, all those years poured into him, just fueled a bottomless pit of his selfishness?
"No," I told him, my voice finally steady, "she will not be staying here."
"And I' m done."
Sarah-Lynn Walker was finally walking away, not from him, but towards herself, ready to reclaim her own lost melody. The Betrayal on My Wedding Day
Billionaires I was Emily Hawthorne, heir to a legendary family cryptology business, destined to marry Ethan Kent, the charismatic golden boy of East Coast finance.
We were the power couple, set to merge empires.
I loved him with every fiber, sharing my family’s deepest secrets, fiercely protecting his public image, and even giving him two beautiful children.
But once he had everything – power, prestige, my family’s intellectual fortune – he revealed his true, monstrous self.
He orchestrated the brutal slaughter of my entire family, without mercy.
Not even our own son and daughter were spared.
His chilling justification echoed in my mind, "It was you, Emily. You and your damn family. You’re the reason I couldn’t save Clara from her troubles sooner. This is all on you."
He blamed me for *his* forbidden love for a socialite.
I felt the phantom bullet, the searing flames, as my world ended.
How could the man I adored, the father of my children, repay my unwavering loyalty with such unthinkable, cold-blooded annihilation?
The betrayal was absolute, the injustice a burning inferno.
My family gone.
My children gone.
All for his ruthless ambition.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was back in my bedroom, on the very morning of our engagement announcement.
A second chance.
This time, I knew every rule of his twisted game, and I would make him pay for every single tear, every drop of blood. The Coma Groom's Awakening
Romance Ava Monroe lived in an opulent gilded cage, haunted by her mother's death, caused by her father's mistress and her conniving daughter, Chloe. Her only solace was her stoic bodyguard, Ethan Knight, for whom she harbored a forbidden love.
But then, she uncovers Ethan's devastating secret: he's a hidden billionaire, and his unwavering adoration is reserved entirely for manipulative Chloe—the very half-sister who embodies Ava’s deepest pain.
This shocking betrayal escalates as Ethan coldly dismisses Ava, publicly shames her, and even orchestrates a brutal, anonymous beating, pushing her towards a desperate marriage of convenience with a comatose man, Julian Hamilton, as her only means of escape.
How could the man sworn to protect her so utterly abandon and brutalize her, worshipping her tormentor with such blind devotion? The sting of his callous discard and Chloe's smug triumph fuels Ava's bitter resolve, leaving her reeling from an incomprehensible series of betrayals.
As her arranged wedding looms, a shocking truth about Chloe’s malicious past shatters Ethan’s illusions, unleashing his terrifying, vengeful wrath and sending him on a desperate, explosive mission to reclaim Ava, pitting his destructive obsession against the miraculous awakening of the man who now offers her true, peaceful salvation. You might like
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon Samorodnitsky After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken." Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
Mia Caldwell In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end.
Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced.
This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak.
Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely.
Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings? Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Theodora Birnir The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life.
To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers.
When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance.
Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?"
Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling." 
/0/98711/coverorgin.jpg?v=107e46dfcab74581d4eef766662dab57&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/93288/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bcdbe900ee55be57c47818423f8940d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/89876/coverorgin.jpg?v=31a6adbb4ff5ae57c697ec77aa02c31c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/86233/coverorgin.jpg?v=4b1c98ac9d15971f0009f0c907290c42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/86181/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211558&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/85841/coverorgin.jpg?v=f709ef8501c52a1f76aca660058ae164&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/85698/coverorgin.jpg?v=342f4b69c387a80bfc522681dea52fea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83941/coverorgin.jpg?v=002d0b890334aba7a6db46876ece0759&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/83283/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c49795d5f2cc4fe7e73d6eff835c5e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/82795/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d5476b1edc5e7ec056290d9fecc4ef3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81945/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff1d8954ae38e51b0dc0481f02945f80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/80360/coverorgin.jpg?v=987ced3a85fc4c3c6f9b4bc5eb05f27b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/80108/coverorgin.jpg?v=37c221ca06c4f26f7bb84ff4cc9a384a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/18800/coverorgin.jpg?v=294365716c4a3b78502d29377623002c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/18727/coverorgin.jpg?v=23f1b349b0b7d09be79e3086189cba82&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/77278/coverorgin.jpg?v=e33b5a48fd64490b6c3dab31c8798b9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/81650/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e4487b5edd0ed017fe09f8ca0166339&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/78663/coverorgin.jpg?v=b705411c5144e51405caa1dd738aa5d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/87013/coverorgin.jpg?v=03a545cda7f62154e8e6e3fea8e07fc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/86395/coverorgin.jpg?v=55bb4b33b13d15db79b49aea662af755&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/97970/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3dd0e78880f3b4401807e5fd447af78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/75796/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fa49608a32ed5c0cfde642b9545384e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/71279/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e49a76b6b5eef1f9b662f77b9729717&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/71874/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec15f5262b23f31092864f9e5eb887dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/73838/coverorgin.jpg?v=13386996a09e7a2f9334fc224055a59a&imageMogr2/format/webp)