Yan Huo
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Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath
Modern I walked into the master suite clutching a positive pregnancy test, convinced this tiny plastic stick would finally mend the cracks in my relationship with Braeden Randall. I was ready to tell him we were starting a family, that our future was finally secure.
Instead of a celebration, a heavy manila envelope struck me in the chest, slicing my lip open. Photos scattered at my feet—grainy images of a woman who looked exactly like me entering a seedy motel with a stranger. Before I could speak, Braeden’s face twisted with a hatred so pure it stole my breath.
"I’m pregnant, Braeden! It’s yours!" I sobbed, shielding my stomach.
He didn’t hesitate. He called my baby "evidence of my filth" and delivered a kick so brutal it sent me crashing through a glass coffee table. As I lay amidst the shards, watching the white carpet turn crimson with the blood of my lost child, he simply adjusted his cufflinks and told me to "clean up the mess" before walking out.
Hours later, I was bound in ropes on a yacht during a violent storm. My stepmother, Brittny, leaned in and whispered the ultimate betrayal: she had murdered my mother, and now she was finishing me off. They threw me into the black, churning ocean like garbage, expecting the waves to swallow my secrets forever.
I sank into the freezing depths, fueled by the memory of that final, desperate flutter in my womb and the cold realization that my life had been stolen by a calculated frame-up. How could the man I loved turn into a monster in a single afternoon, and what else were they hiding?
Now, four years later, I’ve returned to Cloud City with a heart forged in ice and a genius son who looks exactly like the man who tried to kill me. I’m no longer the victim who begged for mercy; I’m a rising star auditioning for the lead in Braeden’s new production. The games are just beginning, and I won't stop until I've dismantled the Randall empire piece by piece. From Substitute Lover To Scorned Heiress
Modern I gave up my family's billion-dollar fortune to build a company from scratch with my college boyfriend, Bryant. I fought my father for him, believing our love was the one thing I could count on.
Then his childhood sweetheart, Kiley, came back to town, and I discovered the devastating truth: I was never his true love, just a convenient stand-in he chose because my smile reminded him of hers.
He moved her into his office, let her humiliate me, and even bought her a custom wedding gown in my name, trying to pass it off as an anniversary gift when I found it.
The night he came home smelling of her perfume and used his dead mother's memory to manipulate me, something inside me finally broke.
"You're all I have left," he whispered, holding me tight.
He thinks I'm the same naive girl who fell for his lies. But with my own family's empire now on the brink of collapse, I've already accepted an arranged marriage. And before I go, I'm going to burn his entire world to the ground. The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge: Rejecting Her Cheating Mate
Werewolf I was the Barron heiress, and everyone assumed Damien, the Head Warrior, was my fated match.
But the sickening scent of rotting peaches led me to the garden, where I found him pinning Eve against a tree.
He wasn't just cheating; he was admitting he only wanted me for the Alpha title, while calling that manipulative charity case his "true queen."
When I tried to cut off his funding, he declared war.
He sabotaged my saddle, leaving a silver shard embedded in my leg, and sneered that I was vulnerable without him.
Then came the ultimate humiliation.
At my twenty-first birthday party, in front of every high-ranking wolf, Eve and Damien played a deepfake video of me with Rogues.
Damien looked at me with mock pity, offering to marry me only to "hide my shame," while his six brothers stood as a human shield protecting Eve.
They called me broken. They thought I was defenseless.
But they didn't know I had already sent a message to the most dangerous wolf in existence.
Just as Damien tried to force his claim, the ballroom doors exploded inward.
The Alpha King walked in, eyes glowing gold, and pulled me against his chest.
"She is mine," he growled, silencing the room.
I looked at Damien and his brothers, holding up a silver USB drive.
"You destroyed my reputation to protect her," I whispered.
"Now, let's see if you still want her when you find out she's been sleeping with all seven of you."
I plugged in the drive. The Wife He Killed Returns To Destroy Him
Mafia I stood center stage in a wedding dress worth more than a small country, waiting for my final fitting.
For seven years, I had trained to be the perfect mafia wife for Ethan, the future Don.
Then the door slammed open.
Ethan’s underboss walked in, hand on his gun, looking at me with zero respect.
"The wedding is off," he said.
"Ethan had an accident. He lost his memory. He doesn't remember the pact, and he doesn't remember you."
Desperate, I drove to his private villa to help him remember.
But I didn't find a confused patient.
I found Ethan lounging on a sofa with a model on his lap, his hand sliding up her thigh.
When he saw me, his eyes weren't blank; they were cold and annoyed.
He hadn't lost his memory. He just wanted to void the contract without a war.
To get rid of me, he ordered a hit.
My car was rammed off a cliff that night.
As I hung upside down in the wreckage, bleeding and broken, I heard his voice outside.
"Make it look like a drunk driving accident," he told his men.
"I don't want any loose ends."
He walked away, leaving me to die in the rain.
But he made one fatal mistake. He didn't check if my heart had stopped.
They buried an empty coffin, and Ava Miller officially died.
Two weeks later, a woman named Olivia Carter opened an investment firm across the street from his tower.
I remember everything, Ethan.
And I’m going to burn your empire to the ground. His Wife's Deadly Secret
Modern The emergency alert from my son Leo' s smartwatch vibrated against my wrist-SOS.
I found him face down in the pool, still.
My wife, Jessica, stood by the edge, phone in hand, a glass of wine beside her, looking utterly bored.
"He' s just faking it again, Liam. He' s trying to get attention," she said, as I pulled Leo' s limp body from the water.
My world shattered, and with it, a dam of forgotten memories broke.
My name isn' t Liam Hayes; it' s Noah Miller. I' d been in an accident, given amnesia, and then reshaped through countless surgeries into Liam' s spitting image-Jessica' s dead fiancé.
I had been nothing more than a replacement, a puppet in a life that wasn' t mine. To find out Liam wasn't even dead, that he was sleeping with my wife right under my nose? It was unbearable.
Leo knew. He knew Liam wasn't his father. That's why he fell in the pool. He didn' t fall, he sacrificed himself to expose the truth.
Jessica knew he was terrified of water. And she let him drown, to punish him for revealing her carefully constructed lie.
While my son lay dying, Jessica and Liam were celebrating their anniversary, taking smiling photos for the social pages.
The grief was suffocating, but a cold, hard rage solidified in my chest.
I cradled my son' s lifeless body, pulling out my phone.
My fingers trembled as I scrolled past Jessica' s name and stopped at Evelyn Reed, her mother.
When she answered, I said, "Evelyn, this is Noah Miller. I remember everything. Leo is dead. And it' s time for me to leave."
The party was over, and my vengeance was just beginning. His Fiancee's Lies, His Cold Fury
Billionaires The VIP wing of Miller Hospital was supposed to be a place of quiet luxury, a formality before my wedding to Olivia Hayes, the brilliant CEO.
Instead, it became a public spectacle when a male nurse, Liam White, launched into a vicious, calculated attack, slandering me with accusations of STIs and a shocking, fabricated abortion scandal involving a married socialite.
The whispers from onlookers ripped through the room, tainting my family's name and leaving me exposed, while Olivia, my fiancée, stood by, seemingly prioritizing appearances over my defense.
A cold rage simmered within me. How could anyone believe such disgusting lies, let alone my own fiancée? Why was she so passive, almost complicit?
Despite the humiliation, I agreed to further tests to clear my name. But the true betrayal struck days later at Olivia' s bridal boutique, where I discovered Liam, the man who tried to ruin me, brazenly wearing my custom wedding suit. He then deliberately destroyed it.
Just as Olivia defended him, a quiet whisper revealed the shocking truth: Olivia and Liam weren't just colleagues-they were lovers, conspiring against me, gloating over my pain.
In that moment, everything clicked. The muted reactions, the immediate hire, the fierce protection. It was all a lie.
The wedding was off. I threw her engagement ring onto a display table, the clatter echoing the shattering of my world.
"You' re a fraud I' ve been funding," I told her, exposing her financial deceptions to the stunned crowd.
My family' s formidable legal power swung into action. I sued them both, ripping away their carefully constructed facades, watching their alliance crumble into bitter accusations.
Their ultimate fate, a desperate struggle ending in a fatal fall, played out on the marble staircase of my new mansion, a chilling, final release.
I am free. And now, my story truly begins. The Wife He Underestimated
Romance My daughter Lily and I drove seven hours to Austin, a surprise visit meant to finally reunite our fragmented family with Mark, my husband. After six months of living apart for his big promotion, I craved our happily ever after, a fresh start.
But as we pulled up, I saw him laughing, grilling with a younger woman – Ashley. The supposed reunion shattered when I scrolled through his phone: "Ash B" with heart emojis, secret trips, lavish gifts. My world crumbled when my daughter, wide-eyed, even called her "Auntie Ash."
His "mistake," as he called it, quickly escalated. He tried to gaslight me, his family lectured me on forgiveness and the financial impossibility of my single motherhood. Then, he stooped to the unthinkable, kidnapping Lily from school, sending me manipulative videos, and telling me I' d "never see her again" if I didn' t comply.
How could the man I loved, the father of my child, systematically deceive me and weaponize our daughter? Alone, without an income, everyone seemed to agree I was irrational to fight. Was this my fate: to be broken, discarded, then lose my child to a cheater?
But they hadn't seen the fire within. While they thought they' d broken me, I was secretly hiring the best lawyer, a private investigator, and rebuilding my career. He underestimated me. Now, the battle for my daughter, and my life, was just beginning. The Wife He Couldn't Keep
Romance Ava Miller' s marriage to Ethan Hayes was a hollow shell.
He was charming in public, a ghost at home, leaving her alone in a king-sized bed feeling the gnawing loneliness of a woman yearning for connection. One evening, she found his emails.
A thread titled "Us" with her friend Chloe Vance revealed his shattering confession: "My dearest Chloe, this waiting is torture. I dream of the day we can finally build the future we talk about."
Ethan coldly admitted he married Ava for "image," adding "Nothing physical has happened with Chloe. Not yet."
Later, he ruthlessly offered a full divorce settlement in exchange for Ava' s kidney to save Chloe, making her literally pay for her freedom.
Post-surgery, Ava witnessed Ethan' s unwavering devotion to Chloe, a cruel contrast.
His ultimate indifference solidified during a restaurant fire when he shielded Chloe, leaving Ava to escape alone without a backward glance.
How could a man be so utterly heartless?
The final blow: Ethan' s drunken confession that Ava "meant nothing" and their marriage was Chloe' s scheme to stay close.
This calculated betrayal snapped every last tie.
With stark clarity and profound relief, Ava walked away, ready to reclaim her life and find genuine love. From Stand-In To Seen
Romance Ava Miller, a New York florist, felt a happy thrill as she prepared for a special night.
After six years with Ethan Davis, her childhood friend and secret love, she was finally ready to make their relationship official, dreaming of a future together.
But a casual pre-dinner stop at their favorite brewery brutally shattered her future.
Overhearing Ethan's friends, she discovered she wasn't his soulmate at all, but merely a "stand-in," a "comfortable" placeholder for his true, enduring love: Chloe Evans, who had just returned to town.
The beautiful roses in her hand suddenly felt like a heavy burden as her dreams disintegrated.
Witnessing Ethan's immediate, all-consuming concern for Chloe – even trivializing Ava's severe illness to attend to Chloe's tiny burn – alongside the harrowing discovery of his hidden "Chloe shrine," revealed years of devastating emotional neglect and a deeply rooted obsession.
Public humiliation and private heartbreak became her constant companions.
How could six years of devotion amount to such a deliberate, cruel deception?
The realization that she was merely a convenient imitation, a safe harbor while his heart remained tethered elsewhere, ignited a powerful blend of disgust, agonizing sorrow, and a simmering rage at the profound betrayal.
With an ironclad resolve hardened by this unbearable truth, Ava made a decisive click, cutting all digital ties.
She swiftly dismantled her New York life, selling her condo and quitting her job, determined to escape the shadows of Ethan's deceit.
But when a desperate Ethan tracks her across the country, begging for forgiveness, the "stand-in" must decide if she'll truly be free, or once again tempted by a past that refuses to die. Ninety-Nine Weddings and a Funeral for Love
Romance It was my ninety-ninth wedding to Ethan Carter, my Southern Belle smile frozen in place despite the whispers of Charleston society.
Suddenly, a hidden screen at the altar flickered to life. It showed Tiffany Hayes tearfully auctioning a fake heirloom, claiming Ethan was her savior while he loudly abandoned me to bid a million dollars on her manufactured drama.
Ethan then systematically unleashed horrifying abuse.
He locked me out and moved Tiffany into our home.
He dangled me from a skyscraper rooftop.
He brutally forced me to desecrate his deceased parents' tombstones.
And finally, he drugged, violated, and filmed me, before leaking the humiliating video online for the world to see.
How could the man I secretly saved, twice over, believe such monstrous lies and become my tormentor? How could he drive me to the brink of utter despair and into the embrace of the cold, indifferent ocean?
Yet, as the waves closed over me, a forgotten childhood promise and the unwavering dedication of my oldest friend pulled me back. I was ready to witness the devastating truth Ethan would soon uncover and the reckoning that awaited his betrayer. 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. 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." 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. 
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