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Yan Shui

8 Published Stories

Yan Shui's Books and Stories

The Wife They Tried to Erase: A Cold Comeback

The Wife They Tried to Erase: A Cold Comeback

Billionaires
5.0
The sterile office felt colder than usual as Commander Davis slid a folder across the table, marking a point of no return. "Ava Mitchell, this is your last chance to back out." My once-vibrant life was about to become a calculated disappearance, replaced by the clandestine world of Agent Nightingale. I was ready to vanish. Or so I thought. Six years of playing the devoted wife to Ben Carter, a tech CEO, had hollowed me out. His "savior," Leah Thompson, his childhood sweetheart, had wormed her way into our home, and my son, Leo, idolized her as "Auntie Leah," making me feel like a prop in my own life. The breaking point arrived on a rock-climbing trip. Ben's dismissive tone, Leah's triumphant smirk, and Leo's words, "Mommy, please? Auntie Leah isn' t afraid," shattered any remaining hope. In that moment, I knew I had to escape this gilded cage. I walked away from the mountain, leaving behind the screaming, the accusations, and the life that was no longer mine. Back home, I systematically erased Ava Mitchell: my lawyer drew up divorce papers, I liquidated my assets, shredded photo albums, and even gave up my parental rights to Leo, blocking a tearful Ben and my son' s heartbroken cries. The pain was physical, but it hardened into an unbreakable resolve. Then came the messages, the perfect family photos of Ben, Leo, and Leah at the school play, Leah wearing my anniversary necklace. My old life was being replaced, piece by piece, before Ava Mitchell was even officially "dead." The final blow came from an "Eternity Locket" that revealed Ben and Leah's relationship wasn't gratitude, but a long-con, a conspiracy to "get rid of me" that predated our marriage. The hurt, the sadness, the grief of a failing marriage burned away, replaced by an ice-cold, razor-sharp rage. They wanted to get rid of Ava Mitchell? Agent Nightingale would make sure they regretted it.
My Fiancee's Lie: A Conspiracy Unraveled

My Fiancee's Lie: A Conspiracy Unraveled

Modern
5.0
My name is Ethan Hughes. I was a decorated Army Ranger, but PTSD brought me back to civilian life, seeking quiet stability with my brilliant fiancée, Sabrina, and my childhood best friend, Anthony. One night, the medication for my PTSD hit harder than usual, a thick fog pulling me under. Then, a sharp, chemical scent - gas. Through the haze, I saw Sabrina, methodical, setting up the apartment. And Anthony, watching her from the doorway. "Is it done?" he asked, his voice low. "I've planted the data trail," Sabrina replied, grabbing my laptop. "It'll look like he downloaded the files and then, overcome with guilt, decided to end it. A tragic story of a damaged veteran." My mind screamed. They were framing me for treason. My fiancée. My best friend. As the gas thickened, Anthony' s cold eyes met mine, devoid of friendship. "He'll be the perfect scapegoat, Sabrina. No one questions the actions of a man with PTSD." Rage burned, but my body was useless. I was trapped, listening to them discuss my staged suicide, my betrayal. My father, the real hero, would have saved Sabrina's. But here I was, drowning in their lies. Then, black. I woke, paralyzed, a machine beeping. Overhearing Sabrina confirm I was in a medically induced coma, the narrative set: "Troubled veteran... committed treason." They had even altered security footage. Buried alive. What kind of nightmare was this? And who could possibly believe me, trapped in a dead body, with no voice?
Code of Betrayal: Her Sweetest Retribution

Code of Betrayal: Her Sweetest Retribution

Romance
5.0
As a scholarship recipient from the Harrison family, MIT grad Ava Chen built her career in their tech company, Harrison Innovations. Her groundbreaking AI project was poised to save their struggling empire, and tonight, at the Innovation Summit, she expected to be named CTO and celebrate her triumph. Instead, on stage, her husband, Ethan Harrison, embraced a visibly pregnant Brittany Miller, declaring her his partner and "the future of the Harrison family." My world shattered as Ethan, his face cold, publicly shamed my "career focus" over family, implying my infertility, while Brittany, his mistress, feigned sweetness. The board, including Ethan' s parents, dismissed my dire warnings about fiscal collapse, then allowed my mother-in-law to slap me, screaming, "You barren wrench! You deceived us!" Brittany, a bitter junior I barely remembered, then piled on lies, claiming I stole her AI and seduced professors just to get ahead. Ethan smashed my phone, destroyed my life's research, and forced me to sign papers, all while Brittany ground her heel into my hand. My career, my marriage, my reputation – all publicly executed. How could my entire life, built on dedication and gratitude, be so brutally annihilated by such cruel lies and baseless accusations? The injustice of it all, the sheer malice, left me frozen in disbelieving agony, consumed by an unbearable humiliation. As I lay broken, my shattered phone, miraculously, began to ring. It was Marcus Thorne, CEO of Thorne Dynamics, and his call was about to expose the Harrisons' true desperation and offer me an unlikely lifeline.
No More Stolen Hearts

No More Stolen Hearts

Romance
5.0
Chloe did it again. Another boyfriend stolen, another round of humiliation in our family chat led by Aunt Linda' s fake sympathy. My own mother just sighed and told me to "try harder next time." This was the pattern, my glamorous cousin Chloe, making sport of my relationships, taking whatever, or whoever, was mine. But this time, as news of her latest conquest spread, a cold certainty settled within me. This time, it wouldn' t be another defeat. This time, I was ready. The object of her latest desire was Ethan, my new boyfriend, whose existence I' d deliberately kept quiet until now. He was everything she craved: charismatic, successful, irresistible. I "accidentally" let slip details about him to my mother, then watched, anticipating, as the news inevitably reached Chloe. Her audaciously casual message arrived soon after: "Heard you have a new toy, cous. Mind if I check him out for you?" My stomach twisted, but not with dread – with grim, calculating satisfaction. Years of quiet resentment, fueled by her casual cruelty and relentless need to diminish me, had finally solidified into a singular, unwavering purpose. She thought she was still playing her same old game, but she had no idea the depth of the trap she was about to step into. Ethan, with a hidden, dangerous secret I' d discovered months ago, wasn't just another man for Chloe to steal. He was the linchpin of my meticulously crafted revenge. This cycle of humiliation was about to end, but not the way Chloe expected.