Zhu Xiaying
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Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire
Modern I gave up my architectural career and used my family's fortune to build my husband Jace's empire. I thought we were a power couple, but I came home to find him intimately comforting another woman-Brenna, the pregnant fiancée of his late partner, who he'd moved into our home without my consent.
When I confronted them, Brenna deliberately smashed my priceless, century-old family heirloom watch.
In a blind rage, I slapped her. But instead of defending me, his wife, Jace violently shoved me to the floor. My head hit the hard marble, the physical pain nothing compared to the shock of his betrayal.
He stood over me, his face twisted with fury, protecting her.
"Don't you ever lay a hand on her!" he roared.
He had put his hands on me. For her. In that moment, all the love I had for him died, replaced by a cold, burning rage. He had taken my dreams, my family's money, and now my dignity.
I picked up my phone and made a single call. "Father," I whispered, my voice shaking. "It's over. And I want him ruined." Ninety-Nine Times, Then No More
Modern This was the ninety-ninth time I caught my husband, Chase Vargas, with another woman in our five-year marriage. I stood in the hotel doorway, numb, tired of the cheap perfume and his cold, familiar eyes.
But this time, his mistress, a blonde woman, hissed, "He told me all about you. The pathetic wife he's stuck with because of some business deal. He said he can't stand the sight of you."
Her words, meant to hurt, were things I already knew, things Chase had made sure I understood. Still, hearing them from a stranger felt like a new humiliation. She lunged, scratching my face, drawing blood. The sting was a surprising jolt in my numb world. I wrote her a check, a routine part of this pathetic scene.
Then my phone rang. It was Chase, calling from across the room. "What are you doing? Are you making a scene? Clean it up and get out. You're embarrassing." He thought I had orchestrated this, that I was the embarrassing one. The betrayal was casual, complete.
"I'm tired, Chase," I said, the words finally coming from a place I thought had died. "I want a divorce." He laughed, a cruel sound. "A divorce? Elena, don't be ridiculous. You love me too much to ever leave me." I hung up.
He then handed me a signed divorce agreement, telling me his true love, June, my adopted sister, was back. He wanted me to play the dutiful wife for her welcome-home concert. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, felt a final, crushing blow. He wasn't divorcing me because I wanted it. He was divorcing me for her.
I signed the papers. The ninety-ninth time was the last time he would do this to me. Wedded Lies: The Perfect Trap
Horror I stood frozen in my doorway, staring at the live security feed. It showed my fiancée, Clara, in the secret room she called her "sensitive PR work" space. She was straddling a man, wearing the nightgown I' d bought her. The man was Ryan Hayes, my childhood friend, supposedly dead for three years, now reduced to a vegetative state, hooked up to humming medical machines.
My mind reeled. She was having sex with his body. This couldn' t be happening. We were getting married in ten days. She was perfect. Then it all clicked: the "accident" where Ryan attacked me, my mother' s death, Clara nursing me back to health, and my sister Sophia's comforting words, all became a twisted façade.
I remembered overhearing Clara and Sophia talking about a "host," a "target," and something called "the system." They needed my signature on the pre-nup, which had a voluntary organ donation clause. My money and my organs were to be used to revive Ryan. My own sister, who had mourned my mother with me, was helping Clara execute this horrifying plan.
The women I trusted most had orchestrated this elaborate lie, turning me into a walking bank account and a collection of spare parts for the man who killed my mother. When Sophia texted Clara, "He's home," Clara's passionate façade vanished, replaced by cold calculation, as she adjusted herself before emerging from the room.
Later, Clara tried to manipulate me with an expensive watch, dismissing my suggestion to postpone the wedding on the anniversary of my mom's death. Her tone was dismissive, blaming my mother's "weak heart" for her death. Then Sophia, my own sister, threatened me when I expressed my anger at Ryan. I realized I was merely a pawn in their twisted game, destined for sacrifice once my utility ran out.
My world shattered. I was nothing but a placeholder, a donor. The casual way they plotted my death, discussing staging an "accident," turning my heart, kidneys, and liver into a "miracle" for Ryan, filled me with a cold, clear rage. A text from my private investigator, "Flight confirmed. You have seven days," finalized my growing resolve. I would turn their perfect plan into their worst nightmare. Radio Waves, Racing Hearts
Romance As the campus radio station manager, my life was a comfortable, soundproofed bubble of classes and curated playlists, far from the chaotic drama of campus life. I liked it that way.
That afternoon, a guy from the drama club borrowed our equipment for a "big, romantic event" on the quad. I thought nothing of it until my phone buzzed with Sarah's frantic shriek: "It's Liam Hayes! He's proposing to Chloe Miller!"
The world stopped. Liam. My secret, pathetic daydream. Proposing to Chloe, the confident English major everyone knew was determined to make him hers. And I had handed him the very tools for my own heartbreak. "No!" I whispered, but Sarah' s voice chirped, "Yes! He's got a microphone and everything!"
Our microphone. A terrible, insane idea formed as I sprinted to the quad, lungs burning, heart hammering. I had to stop it. Not for him to magically choose me, but because I couldn't let my station' s gear broadcast the end of my foolish hopes.
Pushing through the crowd, I zeroed in on our speaker, the master volume. My hand trembled, but then my traitorous heart screamed, "I like him so much it hurts." A horrific screech of feedback erupted, followed by my amplified confession, booming across the entire quad.
Silence. A thousand eyes swiveled to me, still outstretched, my fingers accidentally on the talkback button. I had just confessed my deepest crush to the entire campus. To Liam Hayes. My blood ran cold; my life, as I knew it, was over. The Causal Agreement: A Hundred Favors
Romance My role as Ethan Stone' s fiancée was over the moment his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett Hayes, returned.
He didn't just break off our engagement; he publicly humiliated me, declaring I was never his fiancée, but merely a "helper."
At a party held to welcome Scarlett back, he pointed at me, accusing me of owing him a "karma debt." He forced me to crawl and retrieve a rose with my teeth, like a dog, for his new love. The next day, he made me sing children' s songs on a pedestal in his company lobby for an hour.
I didn't understand why he was so cruel, or why I felt a searing pain in my chest with each public humiliation.
But amidst the shame and growing physical agony, I had a secret. I was no ordinary woman, and my purpose wasn't to be his plaything. My only goal was to fulfill a "Causal Agreement" -a hundred favors for him, to balance a debt owed not to him, but to the universe. Only then could I finally go home. Scandal, Love, and Redemption
Romance I' ve loved Liam O' Connell since I was sixteen, a secret crush that deepened into an all-consuming love for my deceased brother Jake' s best friend.
For eight long years, he saw me as nothing more than Jake' s kid sister, a responsibility he honored by keeping me at arm' s length, even when my heart ached for more.
He gave me his "blessing" when I, heartbroken and exhausted, agreed to marry Ethan-a kind, safe man I hoped would help me finally move on.
But then Jake' s hidden journal surfaced, revealing the truth: my brother hadn' t wanted Liam to push me away; he' d wanted us together. Liam' s noble sacrifice was a lie he' d told himself, and me, for a decade.
Just as I tried to build a new life, Liam came back, sweeping in with desperate confessions and grand gestures, pulling me back into the chaos I' d tried so hard to escape.
Then Olivia, his conniving business partner, arrived, flaunting their "relationship" like a weapon and brutally sabotaging everything I built.
I watched as my dreams, my carefully constructed peace, and my deepest desires were twisted into a public scandal, fueled by the very man I couldn' t stop loving.
The betrayal, the public humiliation, and the sheer audacity of it all left me fuming, trapped in a nightmare of his making.
But I refused to be a victim any longer. This wasn't just about my broken heart; it was about reclaiming my life, my passion, and proving to him-and to myself-that I was no longer a girl to be protected, but a force to be reckoned with. Reclaiming My Own Life
Young Adult The first sign something was wrong wasn't a fight, but a cheerful Chime-Chime-Pop from my sister Lily' s phone, a sound I' d never heard before, buzzing with secrets during family dinner.
Later, while I painstakingly helped Lily with her biology homework-a subject I'd aced, she struggled with-that same chime rang out again, punctuated by her casual lie: "Just Mom."
But Mom's text tone was different, and the metallic taste of a familiar coldness spread through me as my suspicion grew.
Then, Lily giggled, phone in hand: "Dad just sent that meme of the cat freaking out. He said it' s you trying to explain biology to me."
My blood ran cold as I watched her oblivious smile; the pieces clicked with sickening finality.
A secret group chat – "Family Trio" – Mom, Dad, and Lily-bug.
Not me.
The next morning, armed with a lie and an opportune request for a bakery address, I unlocked my mother's phone with Lily's birthday, and there it was: "Family Trio", pinned at the top.
Hundreds of messages, photos of trips I knew nothing about, jokes about my "seriousness," complaints about my work schedule, and coordinating their financial demands: "Had to give Chloe another hundred bucks for her books. When does she start paying us back?" "Don' t forget, Chloe, we need you to chip in for the property tax bill next month. It' s a big one."
The betrayal was absolute; I was their ATM, used and discarded.
My hands trembling, but with chilling clarity, I screenshot every piece of their casual cruelty, a digital archive of their deceit, then wiped every trace.
The confrontation shattered the illusion of family, the truth pouring out like acid, exposing years of neglect and manipulation.
My father' s icy threat, "If you' re so unhappy here, Chloe, maybe you should think about finding somewhere else to live," was the undeniable proof.
This wasn' t a misunderstanding; it was their nature.
I felt a devastating clarity: I was utterly and completely alone in that house, a burden to be cast off.
Then came the final demand: two thousand dollars for Lily' s car, almost my entire escape fund.
I transferred the money, a piece of my soul, but this was the last time, the last dollar.
I was getting out and no one was going to stop me. Betrayal's Echo: A Husband's Resolve
Romance I had everything planned for the Starlight Foundation Gala.
A new suit for me, a tiny dress for our daughter, Lily, and a stunning gown for my wife, Scarlett Hayes.
Lily was buzzing, clutching her dress. "Daddy, is Mommy coming with us?" she asked, her eyes wide with hope.
Then the call. Scarlett' s voice, cold and distant: "Promises can be broken when a career is on the line."
She hung up, leaving Lily's hopeful gaze to dim into familiar sadness.
My heart sank, but I vowed she wouldn' t ruin another night for our daughter.
Later, at the glittering gala, the host introduced a woman who represented "family, success, and pure talent."
My blood froze.
Scarlett
She emerged, radiant, on stage. But not alone.
Jake Peterson, her ex, held her hand. And a boy, Lily' s age, held his.
The host gushed, "Scarlett, you and your partner Jake are an inspiration! How do you balance such a successful career with being such a devoted mother and partner?"
Scarlett laughed, looking at Jake. "It's all about priorities. They are my world."
My world. The words echoed, a punch to my gut.
Lily whispered, "Daddy, why is Mommy with them? Who is that little boy?"
Rage, cold and sharp, cut through my shock.
This wasn' t a last-minute shoot. This was a calculated, public betrayal.
I stood up, ready to confront her, my daughter clutching my jacket.
"Scarlett." I demanded, "Who are these people? What is this?"
Her brief panic vanished. "I have no idea who you are," she said, dripping with false sympathy.
"Security, please escort this man and the child out. He's scaring my son."
The crowd erupted, jeering at me. My wife had erased us.
As guards moved in, her lips formed two silent words: "The clause."
Then my phone buzzed. A text from Scarlett: "This is for the show. Play along."
A bitter laugh escaped me. Play along? No.
She had chosen fame over family, a lie over love.
She had crossed a line. And I was no longer heartbroken. I was resolved.
She wanted a scene? I would give her a war. I would burn her fake world to the ground. Beyond the Dead Bedroom
Modern My third wedding anniversary. Three years of a dead bedroom, feeling like the king-sized bed was an ocean between us. I tried, again. "Tori, honey?" Her eyes, usually cool blue, turned to ice. "What do you want, Ethan? If you're that desperate, there are apps for that." Her words cut deep. Pathetic. Desperate.
That night, I found her moaning another man's name – my "brother" Blake Hudson. Then, on her unlocked phone, I saw the truth: a group chat where she gloated about using me for a major real estate deal, planning to dump me for Blake after securing the "Hudson-Sterling alliance." My world shattered.
But their betrayal had only just begun. The next day, I was dragged to a fertility clinic. "We need to ensure the bloodlines continue, efficiently," Tori sneered, her voice dripping with disgust at the thought of truly mixing her DNA with mine. They forced me into a chair, injected me with a sedative, treating me like a breeding animal. When I woke, they showed me five viable embryos, created against my will. Five lives, forged in deceit.
How could someone I loved, someone I thought was my wife, do this? Why was I the pawn in their sick game? The humiliation burned, the questions screamed in my head.
But they had underestimated me. The moment I gained consciousness, I smashed those vials, ending their twisted plan. Then, I picked up the phone. I wasn't just Ethan Carter, the "charity case." I was Ethan Carter Hayes, and they were about to learn what it meant to cross someone connected to Northern Holdings. This wasn't just about divorce; it was about tearing down their empire brick by brick. Reborn to Ruin Them: The Heiress\'s Deadly Plan
Fantasy The air in our house was thick with unspoken rules, but for me, it was cold dread. SATs and college applications felt trivial with a second chance at life unfolding before my eyes. My fiancé, Ethan Vanderbilt, and his "spiritual guru" Mia Sanchez, were once again planning their fateful trip to the Amazon. Only I knew this journey wasn't about enlightenment; it was about a deadly parasitic infection, Mia's horrific death, and ultimately, my own murder in a past life. This time, I wouldn't warn them. I had a map, and I knew exactly where their path led.
They systematically destroyed my academic future and publicly branded me as jealous and vindictive. I watched as Ethan ripped my meticulously crafted thesis to shreds, while Mia's smirk promised worse to come. But nothing prepared me for their final, audacious play. They cornered me, a sealed vial of murky liquid in Ethan's hand. "Arrange the Chen family jet," he whispered venomously, "or get a taste of the Amazon right here. Authorities might just believe you're a bioterrorist." Mia's cruel giggle echoed his threat. They thought they'd seen fear in my eyes.
They saw obedience, but I saw opportunity. How could my parents, my family, not see the monster I was yoked to, the insidious manipulation of Mia? The injustice burned, but it also sharpened my resolve. This was no longer just about survival; it was about turning the tables. As I feigned a shaky breath and agreed to their demands, a silent promise formed: the Amazon wouldn't be their spiritual cleansing. It would be their quarantine zone, their prison, and I was holding the keys. Their triumph was merely the first step into my meticulous 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." 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." 
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