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Ying Suhua

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The Unwanted Wife's Fiery Rebirth

The Unwanted Wife's Fiery Rebirth

 Modern
5.0
My husband of five years, a ruthless New York mogul, paraded his affairs while refusing to touch me. My existence was a public humiliation, a constant, quiet ache in a gilded cage. To finally get a reaction, I staged a fake affair of my own. His response wasn't jealousy. It was violence. He stabbed me with a letter opener and threatened to destroy the one thing I had left: my late mother's memorial garden. At his mistress's birthday party-held on the anniversary of my mother's death-he forced me to my knees. I had to publicly apologize to the woman he was cheating on me with, my own half-sister, Aubrey. But the ultimate betrayal came when I discovered a secret video from a decade ago. It proved Aubrey hadn't just been there when my mother fell from a balcony. She had pushed her. And my husband-the man who swore he'd find her killer-had helped cover it all up. As I knelt on that cold floor, broken and defeated, he made his final choice. He pressed a button on a remote, and my mother's garden exploded into dust and ash. In that moment, the woman he thought he knew died, and someone new was born from the wreckage.
The Jilted Bride Marries The Ruthless Capo

The Jilted Bride Marries The Ruthless Capo

 Mafia
5.0
I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."
His Illness Was A Weapon

His Illness Was A Weapon

 Modern
5.0
For six years, my marriage was a clinical trial. I was the doctor for my husband Jackson' s severe contamination OCD, enduring endless cleaning rituals just for a touch. Then I found a used condom wrapper in his car. I soon learned he was breaking every single one of his pathological rules for his mistress-kissing her feet, sharing greasy pizza. His "illness" was a lie, a weapon used only against me. When I confronted him, he chose her. To protect his reputation, he threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving cancer treatment. The price for her life? I had to publicly announce I was barren and welcome his mistress and their child into our home. My six years of sacrifice, my entire life, had been a lie designed to control and humiliate me. I was nothing more than a disposable tool. The next day, in front of a room full of reporters, he handed me the script for my public humiliation. I tore it to pieces. Then I stepped up to the microphone and said, "I am here today to announce that my marriage to Jackson York is over."
His Betrayal, Her Unyielding Revenge

His Betrayal, Her Unyielding Revenge

 Modern
5.0
My ten-year marriage to a tech mogul ended with his affair. But the real betrayal wasn't his cheating with my protégé. It was the words of my five-year-old son. "I want Aunt Bethany to be my mommy!" His cry shattered me. My own son chose the woman who destroyed our family. I was a ghost in my own home, my identity as a wife and mother erased. So I walked away from it all-the money, the mansion, and the son who no longer wanted me. I built a new life, adopted a daughter, Eva, who truly needed me, and found a peace I never knew. Two years later, my ex-husband reappeared. To prove his "love" and force our family back together, he kidnapped my daughter. He thought he could control me. He was about to learn that the woman he broke is gone, and the woman who stands in her place will burn his empire to the ground.
His Wives, Their Treachery, His Redemption

His Wives, Their Treachery, His Redemption

 Billionaires
5.0
As the sole heir to the Pittman dynasty, I was presented with three marriage proposals. They were from the daughters of Boston's most powerful families-Kortney, Danielle, and Jinnie, my childhood friends whom I had loved my entire life. But my life became a series of tragedies. I married them one by one, and one by one, they died protecting the same man: Jeb Clayton, the son of our estate manager. On her deathbed, my third wife, Jinnie, confessed the devastating truth. "We only ever loved Jeb." She told me they married me for my power, using the Pittman name as a shield to keep their low-status lover safe and in their lives. My marriages, their deaths-it was all a lie. I wasn't a husband; I was a bodyguard, a cuckolded fool in their tragic romance. I spent a lifetime as a supporting character and died an old man, alone, with only the city's pity for company. My entire life had been a cruel joke, and I was the punchline. Until I opened my eyes again. I was twenty-four, standing before my parents, with the same three velvet boxes on the table.
Her Miscarriages, Their Dark Secret

Her Miscarriages, Their Dark Secret

 Romance
5.0
For three years, I endured four miscarriages, each a crushing reminder of my failure, while my husband, Axel, played the part of the grieving spouse, whispering comforting words and promising a different outcome next time. This time, it was different. Axel's concern morphed into control, isolating me in our gilded cage, claiming it was for my safety and the baby's, due to the stress of being married to the protégé of Senator Dennis Clarke-my biological father. My trust shattered when I overheard Axel and my adopted sister, Adeline, in the garden. She was holding a baby, and Axel's soft smile, a smile I hadn't seen in months, was directed at them. Adeline's feigned sadness about my "miscarriages" revealed a horrifying truth: my losses were part of their plan to secure Axel's political future and ensure their son, not mine, inherited the Clarke dynasty. The betrayal deepened when my parents, Senator Clarke and Barbara, joined them, embracing Adeline and the baby, confirming their complicity. My entire life, my marriage, my grief-it was all a monstrous, carefully constructed lie. Every comforting touch from Axel, every worried look, was a performance. I was just a vessel, a placeholder. Adeline, the cuckoo in my nest, had stolen everything: my parents, my husband, my future, and now, my children. The realization hit me like a physical blow: my four lost babies weren't accidents; they were sacrifices on the altar of Axel and Adeline's ambition. My mind reeled. How could they? How could my own family, the people who were supposed to protect me, conspire against me so cruelly? The injustice burned, leaving a hollow, aching void. There were no more tears to cry. Only action. I called the hospital and scheduled an abortion. Then, I called my old dance academy, applying for the international choreography program in Paris. I was leaving.
Ninety-Nine Chances Gone

Ninety-Nine Chances Gone

 Romance
5.0
For three years, I was James Cole's wife, a title he forced on me. But his relentless, obsessive love started to win me over. I was even pregnant with our child, finally daring to hope for a future together. But the day I got the positive pregnancy test, the man who had been obsessed with me was gone. He began publicly chasing a young intern, Janay Rodgers, showering her with the same grand romantic gestures he once used to win my heart. To win her over, he leaked a twisted story about my mother abandoning me, turning the public against me. He accused me of poisoning Janay and sided with his father to force me into a risky paternity test that threatened our baby's life. He orchestrated a live TV interview where my own mother was paid to call me a gold-digger, all to make Janay look like a triumphant hero. When I collapsed in pain on stage from the shock, he ignored my pleas for help. He was too busy comforting Janay, who had a "broken wrist." I lost our child that day. Lying alone in the hospital, I heard his father demand he divorce me. His brother brought me the papers. I signed them without a second thought. I didn't want his money or his apologies. I just wanted to disappear from his life forever.
More Than Worthless

More Than Worthless

 Romance
5.0
I married into the Sterling family, only to find myself alone on my wedding night, my husband, Mark Sterling, nowhere to be found. When he finally returned, he looked at me with disdain, sneering that I was "all ambition and no class," and admitted he was forced to marry me. My empire, built from nothing, suddenly felt worthless in his eyes. Days later, I overheard his cruel laughter and words: "Ava? She' s utterly bland. Tasteless, really." My company, the "goldmine" he coveted, was just a means to an end. The last illusion shattered, and I signed the divorce papers I had discreetly prepared, leaving them on his desk as I fled the city. Five years passed. I returned, a successful CEO of a global tech empire, and found him at a high-profile auction. Mark, arrogant as ever, tried to humiliate me by outbidding me on a car, convinced I was still the penniless woman he had discarded. He dragged me into the dirt, mocked me, and had me beaten for merely existing. The crowd, a chorus of old money and false smiles, reveled in my public humiliation, showering me with insults and even physical abuse. Why did they believe all his lies? Why was my success met with such venom? Why did they choose to dehumanize a woman they knew nothing about, based solely on his word? I had built an empire, yet in his eyes and the eyes of this city, I was still just "worthless trash" without him. But they didn't know the truth. They didn't know the power I now wielded, nor the influential man who stood silently by my side. As I lay there, bleeding and bruised, I knew this was just the beginning of my reckoning.
His Wife, Her Intern, And The Watch

His Wife, Her Intern, And The Watch

 Modern
5.0
My phone buzzed, pulling me from millions in quarterly reports. It was Instagram. I found a picture of my wife' s intern, Ethan, smirking, wearing my grandfather' s prized Rolex – a priceless family heirloom. His caption: "A huge thank you to the most generous boss and mentor, Sabrina Anderson, for this incredible gift." Rage, cold and sharp, washed over me. I messaged her, "Where is my watch?" Her reply: "I loaned it to Ethan. Relax, Nate. Don't be so dramatic. It's just a watch." "Just a watch." Her words shattered everything. All the sacrifices, the empire I built for her. My anger turned to icy resolve. She didn't just disrespect the watch; she disrespected my family, my history, and me. I made a call. Her custom Porsche, impounded. Her designer wardrobe, shredded. There was no turning back. This wasn't just about a watch; it was about reclaiming my life.
The Ghost Of Her Past

The Ghost Of Her Past

 Fantasy
5.0
The last thing I remembered was a crushing weight in my chest, and the impossibly cruel words about my son not being mine. Then, everything went black. I thought I was dead, a broken man on my own lawn, betrayed by the wife I' d mourned for a decade. But I opened my eyes to the scent of lilies and the familiar wooden pews of St. Michael's church. It was Nicole' s funeral, ten years ago, the very day she supposedly died. My mother-in-law, Maria, was there, whispering an insane proposition: marry her younger daughter, Gabby, just on paper, for my baby son, A.J. In my first life, I' d been horrified by the thought, clinging to Nicole' s memory. But that Andrew was dead. This Andrew was back, alive and seething with a cold, hard resolve. I knew what was coming in ten years. I knew she' d return to destroy me. Not this time. I stared at Gabby, then turned to Maria, my voice steady, my decision made. "Okay," I said. "I' ll do it." The game had changed. I was given a second chance, and this time, I would build a fortress.
My Second Death, Her Sweet Revenge

My Second Death, Her Sweet Revenge

 Romance
5.0
I was living a dream, finally back in the warm embrace of Sera, the woman I lost. But a director' s enraged shout shattered the illusion, revealing harsh studio lights, cameras, and a cold, hard floor. The script called for force, not love, and my confusion on set marked me-not as a lover, but as a stalker, publicly rejected by Sera herself. Her icy contempt, the humiliating laughter of the crew, and her eventual orchestration of my lonely death from an aggressive cancer left me broken, convinced she was a stranger. Yet, after dying in despair, I inexplicably woke up in a new, wealthy body, finally experiencing the warmth of a loving family, unaware that the very heart beating in my chest was the beacon drawing her, and a new, even more terrifying battle for my soul, back into my life.
When His Grief Was a Lie

When His Grief Was a Lie

 Fantasy
5.0
My parents, the last Lifeweavers, left me with a heavy legacy: marry a Hamilton for protection. My wedding day came, but my fiancé, Ethan, chose another, leaving me to his charming half-brother, Liam. He wrapped me in a web of supposed care, until the miscarriages began. Five times, I held fleeting hope, only for it to shatter, leaving me broken, a cursed vessel of death. Liam was always there, seemingly heartbroken, holding me close. I thought I was paying a terrible price for saving his life, a secret burden of my hidden power. My world shattered when I overheard Liam plotting: my babies were sacrifices, their essence stolen to sustain the sickly Chloe Vance. Liam' s grief, his protection-all a monstrous lie, meticulously designed to ensure I would conceive again, and again. I was nothing more than a breeding tool for his depraved scheme. But during my sixth miscarriage, as I lay bleeding, my parents' old locket pulsed with an ethereal light, revealing my true Lifeweaver power. Liam, finally seeing my nature, then demanded a ritual-a brutal exchange of my very lifeforce to save Chloe. I agreed, but this time, the ritual would be my weapon. With the forgotten strength of my lineage and the spectral embrace of my six lost children, I would turn his twisted game against him. I would fight for my freedom, and for their peace.
No Longer His Wife, But Her Own Architect

No Longer His Wife, But Her Own Architect

 Romance
5.0
The email I' d been waiting for all morning finally pinged. It was about the Civic Innovators Fellowship, my chance to design something truly meaningful for the city. My husband, Mark, a city planner, was on the selection committee and had promised his full support. But my name wasn' t on the list. Instead, it was Jessica Evans, Mark' s young protégé, a name I' d heard too much recently. Confusion turned to ice as Mark, without a hint of remorse, confirmed the news and dismissed my own groundbreaking work. Suspicion crept in. That night, I found him with Jessica, far too intimate for mere colleagues. Then I discovered my ultimate betrayal: he' d pawned my deceased mother' s locket-my most cherished keepsake-to fund Jessica' s career, and given it to her as a "gift." When I confronted them, Jessica played the innocent victim, and Mark, unbelievably, blamed me for being "hysterical." The humiliation deepened when Jessica orchestrated a street attack on me, then spread vile rumors, twisting me into the aggressor. Mark, ever concerned with appearances, sided with her, demanding I stay silent to protect his reputation. Trapped and seething, my home felt like a cage, my marriage a cruel charade. How could the man I loved betray me so completely, then watch as my life fell apart, accusing me of madness? But despair began to harden into a fierce resolve: I would not let them win. My old mentor' s offer of a small community project in Oakhaven became my escape: a chance to prove them wrong, to rebuild my life, and finally find the strength to fight back for everything I' d lost.
The Monster By My Bedside

The Monster By My Bedside

 Romance
5.0
My life was a picture of perfection: happily married, a successful graphic designer, and four months pregnant, envisioning a bright future in my chic Chicago apartment. Then, the nightmare began, shattering everything. Masked men burst into my home, assaulting me, and the last thing I remembered before blacking out was my husband Mark's key in the lock. I woke up in a hospital bed, only to learn I'd lost our baby, and the attack had left me infertile. But the true horror came from behind a curtain: my 'grieving' husband Mark admitting his 'relief' to his best friend, David, revealing the assault was orchestrated by his mistress, Jessica, merely a 'warning' for me to miscarry. My own husband, complicit in the murder of our child and the destruction of my future, was relieved it happened. The betrayal was an icy blade, a thousand times worse than any physical pain, leaving me reeling in a cold, absolute rage. How could the man who held my hand moments earlier be such a monster? Lying there, playing the incapacitated victim, I knew I couldn't simply 'move on' with this charade. I had to vanish. With the help of David, I decided to stage my own death. I shed 'Sarah Miller,' leaving her tragic story behind, becoming 'Emily Hayes,' ready to forge a new life-and make them pay.
Adoration Beyond Compare

Adoration Beyond Compare

 Romance
4.7
Yvonne had never thought that her life would take such a drastic turn in a single day. Based on a misunderstanding, Yvonne, along with her friend, had to visit the police station. There, she saw her boyfriend, who was detained and accused of participating in prostitution. Despite the shock and the numbing pain in her heart, she held back her tears and broke up with him right there. But her day wasn't done and the drama didn't end there. The misunderstanding that had led her to the police station brought her into Cary’s world--the luxurious world of the youngest tycoon in the city. “Be my woman,” he whispered to her, and that moment onward, he adored her without end and beyond compare.