Xiu Luo
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He Chose Power, She Found Love
Modern Five years after my ex, Clay, traded me for power, we met again at an exclusive summit. He and his new fiancée, Destany, publicly humiliated me, calling me a trespasser and a thief for looking for my son's lost locket.
Then, my three-year-old son, Justus, ran to me, crying "Mama!"
In a horrifying move, Destany snatched him from my arms.
She shrieked to the powerful crowd that I was a low-born commoner who had kidnapped a child of noble blood. The room erupted, calling for my arrest.
Clay, the man I once loved, watched with cold satisfaction as guards pinned my arms back. He ordered them to take my son away and deal with me. I screamed that Justus was mine, but my pleas were drowned out by their accusations.
How could this be happening? The man who once promised me everything was now helping to rip my child away from me, branding me a criminal.
But just as they were about to drag me away, an immense power slammed into the room, forcing everyone to their knees. A tall, imposing figure appeared, his golden eyes blazing with fury. My husband, Damien, had arrived. The Empress Who Buries Her Past
Modern I sacrificed my womb and my youth to build Alec' s architectural empire from the shadows.
He repaid me by bringing his mistress, Billie, to frame me for plagiarism and destroy my reputation.
When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Billie used her influence to block his life-saving surgery.
Alec held my dying father' s life hostage, forcing me to my knees in front of the woman who ruined me.
"Apologize to her, Cydney," he commanded, "or I pull the plug."
I begged. I scraped my dignity off the floor. But they let my father die anyway.
Discarded and humiliated, I vanished in a plane crash, leaving only a wedding ring in a landfill.
Years later, at a global summit, Alec watched his company crumble under the attacks of a ruthless new rival.
He grabbed the woman in the emerald dress, his hands trembling as he recognized the eyes he thought were gone forever.
"Cydney? You're alive?"
I smiled, cold as ice.
"Ms. Frazier is dead, Alec. I' m the one who' s going to bury you." Contract Wife's Hidden Identity Revealed
Mafia For years, I was known as Killian Emerson’s only weakness, the anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire. I thought it was for us, a life he was building to protect me.
But then I found out the truth. My high school bully, Dallas, was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her penthouses, and funded her multi-million-dollar cat sanctuary.
He bought her a sanctuary for stray cats while my brother was dying. I begged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy and hung up. My brother died alone. Killian didn’t even come to the funeral.
When he finally called, he sounded bored. "Sorry to hear about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear Dallas in the background asking him to go ring shopping.
In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him simply died. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to ruin Dallas for carving "Worthless" into my wrist years ago.
Now, he protects her. He even let her crush the last memento my brother ever made for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused, he left me bleeding in the wreckage to save Dallas, without a single look back.
But the biggest secret was yet to come. Lying in a hospital bed, a call from the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally married. The entire foundation of my life was a lie designed to control me.
And now, I'm taking back everything he stole from me. Starting with his empire. The Wife He Forgot
Romance My marriage had been a cold, empty room for five years. I was reeling from a devastating loss, sitting in the ER breakroom, when a familiar voice shattered what little peace I had left.
"Mark, are you really going to die for her? For Emily Davis?" David Chase's voice, raw with anger, cut through the hospital air outside my husband' s room.
His next words felt like a physical blow: "All these years, every overtime shift, every missed holiday, every time you let Sarah and Lily down... wasn't it all just so you could hear her voice on the dispatch? Just to hear Emily say, 'Engine 32, you're cleared to return to base'?"
My world tilted. It wasn' t about his job, not his heroism. It was about Emily Davis, his ex-girlfriend. He had covered for her when her family went bankrupt, joining the fire academy to be near her, while I, Sarah, picked up the pieces, paying his debts, loving him for 16 years, waiting for a new beginning.
Then, Lily, our daughter, died. The fever spiked viciously, taking her life in my arms within hours. Mark never knew. He never answered my desperate calls. He was always on duty, always chasing the next emergency-which now I knew was always about Emily.
Why was I just a placeholder? Why was our daughter a casualty of his obsession? I didn't understand. I couldn't understand how everything I believed was a lie. How could I have been so blind?
Something inside me, something that had been dying for five years, finally broke. I pulled out my phone, not to call a lawyer, but my old professor. "Dr. Reed," I said, my voice shockingly steady. "You once told me about a flight nurse program. Is it too late to apply?" His Secret Daughter, My Public Downfall
Modern My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, a fairytale with Matthew, the District Attorney, my "rock" who saved my family.
But then my estranged half-sister, Stella, burst in with a terrifying warning: marry him, and he would destroy me, publicly labeling me insane after his childhood friend, Nicole Fuller, framed me.
I dismissed it as delusion until Nicole actually appeared, bruised and crying, accusing me in front of everyone, and Matthew, without a flicker of hesitation, called off the wedding, declared me mentally unstable, and had me dragged away.
My own father, Robert Anderson, stood by and disowned me, reinforcing Matthew' s claims as Stella bravely took the fall for a crime she didn' t commit, only to be brutally beaten in jail.
Locked away in a notoriously corrupt psychiatric hospital, I faced unspeakable horrors, wondering how my life had spiraled into this nightmare, abandoned by everyone I trusted.
Just as all hope faded, my ex-boyfriend, Ethan, rescued me, and Stella revealed the shocking truth: she' d lived this life before, watching me die in that asylum, and our father' s beloved Nicole was his secret daughter, plotting against me all along.
Now, the naive Jocelyn is dead, and the only thing left is a burning desire for revenge. From Bounty to Beauty: Nyx's Rise
Romance As a beautiful woman who hated real-life objectification, I found freedom in "Legends of Aethelgard," the top VRMMO.
I played Nyx, a Shadow-Priestess with -100% beauty, seeking genuine connection.
For three years, I was happily partnered with Kael, a Paladin who was secretly Ethan Thorne, my real-life tech CEO boss I loved in-game.
Our peace shattered when Kael grew distant, then appeared with Twitch streamer Seraphina, both wearing the rare gear we'd planned.
She brazenly claimed "Stardust_Angel," my old online identity, a viral photo Ethan had obsessed over.
The gear, meant for 'us,' was for 'her,' his new muse.
This betrayal turned my sanctuary into a battlefield.
He swiftly replaced Nyx as co-leader and publicly dismissed our bond as "just a game," showering Seraphina with affection as forums mocked my "ugly" avatar.
I discovered Ethan, my boss, was dedicating his new game to this imposter, forcing me to work masked.
The ultimate humiliation: Kael placed a million-gold bounty on Nyx, sparking relentless in-game persecution.
How could three years of loyalty dissolve into nothing?
How could he believe her blatant lies over our shared history?
This public torment, simply for seeking anonymity, felt impossibly cruel and suffocating.
Pushed to the brink by constant abuse and Skyler's career-destroying public doxxing, I broke.
Confronting Ethan, I ripped off my mask.
"Because I' m Nyx," I declared, my stunning real face revealed, "the 'ugly' one. The 'scammer.' The one you put a bounty on."
The truth was out, and my fight for total redemption began. The Unseen Horror
Young Adult My mother's fists and cutting words were a constant, brutal normal.
At 19, I lived under her unpredictable rages, bewilderingly targeted and deeply alone.
Then a mysterious video shattered my fragile peace.
My loving grandparents, concerned about my endless "accidents," visited.
One glance at my mother's phone, and their faces twisted into sickening horror.
"She can't stay here," my grandfather rasped, their eyes silently urging me to vanish.
Weeks later, my boyfriend Mark burst in during another savage beating, ready to call the cops.
But after my mother calmly showed him that same video, his anger drained, replaced by a horrified pity.
"She needs to go," he told her, echoing my grandparents' chilling demand.
Even my beloved father, once my protector, turned cold and distant after viewing it, joining the chorus that I was "the problem."
My world imploded.
Everyone I trusted, every last hope, had turned on me, convinced by this unseen horror.
What unspeakable secret could be on that video that warped their love into icy rejection, making them agree I "needed to be taken care of"?
Was I losing my mind, or was this betrayal a prelude to something far more sinister?
Desperate for answers, I risked everything, stealing my mother's phone and watching the dreaded file.
What I saw wasn't about me at all; it was a grainy, undeniable horror: my "kind" father, the respected community leader, preying on my older sisters.
The unthinkable truth rewrote my entire life, exposing my mother's "abuse" as a devastating, desperate shield, a terrifying sacrifice to protect me from the monster living under our roof. She Is a Rose From Ruins
Modern Olivia Miller had finally built her dream, a thriving craft brewery making waves in Austin.
As her new hazy IPA celebrated success, she scrolled Instagram, feeling the quiet satisfaction of a life well-lived.
But that peace was instantly shattered by an anonymous direct message: a photo of her husband, Ethan, intimately tangled with another woman – his own junior analyst, Izzy.
The world tilted as Olivia recognized Ethan' s watch, Izzy' s clinging embrace, and the dim, discreet bar.
This wasn't a misunderstanding; it was proof of months of his chilling indifference, his short texts, and his dismissive "work crises."
He had even abandoned her, terrified, during a severe Texas storm, only to be "safe and sound" with Izzy, later offering Olivia beer he explicitly bought for his mistress.
The sting of being gaslighted, manipulated into believing her instincts were "reading too much into things," was almost worse than the betrayal itself.
How could the earnest boy who made her a lopsided pottery vase, promising eternal devotion under the Texas sky, become this cruel stranger who made her feel utterly erased and "unclean"?
But from the wreckage, a flicker ignited – the fierce, brilliant girl her mother reminded her she still was.
Olivia shed her tears, faced Ethan with cold clarity, and dismantled his lies one by one, refusing his desperate, asset-laden pleas to buy her back.
Now, it was time to close that bitter chapter and start fighting for a future entirely her own. My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret
Romance I woke up in a hospital bed, the lingering scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of machines my first reality after a car crash.
But the real shock wasn't the physical pain; it was the vivid nightmares, clearer than memories, of a future where I was dead, my husband Michael married my sister Jessica, and my entire identity was systematically erased.
My own mother, Karen, greeted me not with relief, but with sharp impatience, blaming me for the "trouble" my coma caused, while Jessica, feigning concern, subtly tried to steal my dream journalism grant and clung possessively to Michael. Michael, my supposed husband, stood by, his weakness paving the way for their manipulations, even as I recalled divorce papers hidden in his desk, signed by him weeks before my accident.
The town gossiped, portraying me as unstable, while Jessica was painted a saint, and my mother chillingly confessed I was "bad luck" from birth.
How could my own family conspire to erase my existence, and why did they always favor my sister, wishing I hadn't woken up at all? This wasn't merely betrayal; it was an active plot to dismantle my life, and I was trapped, expected to silently accept my fate while they openly flaunt their wicked intentions.
But the chilling clarity of those "premonitions" became my armor, showing me every deception, and as Michael stood there, oblivious, I knew the accommodating Sarah was gone; I would reclaim my life, sign those divorce papers, and secure my future, no apologies. The Luck Thief's Game
Romance Chloe, a driven marketing exec in New York City, thought life was perfect until a stray Corgi brought her unimaginable luck, catapulting her career into the stratosphere.
Then came Eleanor Vance, a formidable Manhattan socialite, who orchestrated Chloe's bizarre marriage to her unseen, notorious son, Ethan.
The wedding was a blur, ending with a six-figure check and a chilling sense of dread.
Days later, celebrating her new wealth with her colleague and roommate Jessica, Chloe’s world shattered when Jessica, fueled by a chilling smirk, violently shoved her off her apartment balcony.
I hit the ground, the city lights spinning, but instead of death, I awoke bolt upright, back at the exact moment I first found the Corgi, my heart hammering with the terrifying memory of my murder.
Jessica was there, her eyes flickering with cruel recognition, and she snatched the Corgi, claiming Chloe’s "luck" and almost immediately securing the K-Corp account I’d previously earned.
Shock gave way to horror as I uncovered the truth: Eleanor Vance's comatose son, Ethan, was part of a terrifying ritual, his spirit needing to inhabit a child conceived by a "pure life essence" – a virgin whose life force would be drained.
The Corgi was the conduit, and I, Chloe, was the original, unsuspecting target.
Armed with the horrifying knowledge of what awaited me, knowing Jessica remembered too and was now walking into my former nightmare, I knew this wasn't just a second chance, but a desperate fight for survival against a monstrous, supernatural trap. 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." 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!" 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." 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. 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. 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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