From Tool To Treasure: My New Life

His Billions Can't Buy Her Forgiveness Now

The scissors made a sickening crunch as I severed the long hair Marcus worshipped. For three years, I had been his "silk anchor," the hidden woman who grounded him while he conquered New York. But as the dark strands hit the porcelain sink, my phone lit up with a news alert that shattered my world. *Thorne Enterprises CEO Marcus Thorne and Isabella Vance announce engagement.* While I was waiting for his call, he was sliding a massive diamond onto another woman's finger. At the gala that night, I was forced to watch them. Izzy leaned across the table, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. "You look exhausted, Olivia. Especially now that you're... alone." Marcus didn't defend me. He didn't even look at me. He just swirled his scotch and told me to focus on the merger data, dismissing me like an inconvenient employee rather than the woman he swore to protect. He thought I was a pragmatist. He thought I would stay in the shadows, accepting the scraps of his affection while he married for power. He was wrong. I went home and packed my life into a single suitcase. I took the river rock he had carved for me—the one he called his anchor—and left it on the empty easel with a note in black marker. *You were my rock. Now you’re just a stone.* By the time he realized his mistake and came pounding on my door, I was already gone, flying toward a new life in Montana where he couldn't reach me.

Erasing Him, Saving Me

My fiancé, Liam, the tech visionary, claimed amnesia after a car crash, conveniently forgetting only me. Then came the news: he was engaged to his childhood friend, Chloe, who supposedly needed brain surgery and a dream wedding before going under the knife. My brother, Ethan, found the texts: Liam and Chloe meticulously planning my heartbreak, the amnesia a cruel farce, the surgery a cynical ploy for sympathy. It was a calculated betrayal, a physical blow that shattered the future I' d so carefully designed, leaving me with a debt-ridden family and a forced marriage to a reclusive billionaire. But I refused to be his victim; I found an old book on self-hypnosis, a hidden skill from college, and made a choice to erase him completely.

The Fallen Star: A Wife's Betrayal

The auction hall was a tomb, suffocating me with the hum of self-important whispers. My mother' s guitar, the last tangible piece of her, gleamed mockingly under a harsh spotlight. Then I saw them: Dylan, my wife' s childhood friend, his arm possessively around Maya, my wife. They smirked. Moments later, the auctioneer announced the bidding for the guitar, and my wife' s friend, Dylan, a man I despised, countered my desperate bid with escalating relish. I emptied my shattered bank account, pouring every last cent into reclaiming a piece of my soul, only to have the win feel hollow. That night, Maya dismissed it as "just an old guitar" while scrolling through her phone, a tight, cold smile on her face. The next day, the public backlash against Dylan was brutal, twisted by media fanfare, leading him to attempt suicide. Maya relayed this with chilling detachment, a calculating glint in her perfect, elegant eyes, confirming my suspicions. A week later, on the anniversary of my mother' s death, Maya announced a surprise: a private exhibition to "honor" her. A knot of dread twisted in my stomach, confirming my fears. The gallery walls were lined with massive, horrifying photographs from my mother' s fatal car accident-mangled metal, shattered glass, a single bloodstained shoe. The exhibition title, "The Fallen Star," was a cruel mockery. Maya watched me, a faint, triumphant smile playing on her lips, expecting me to break. My mother' s sacrifice, her dignity, laid bare for public consumption. "One million," I stated, cutting through their murmurs, my voice clear and steady, not for a single photo, but for each. Maya' s smile vanished. Her composure shattered. It was then, amidst the gasps and sick excitement, surrounded by vultures, that I realized I was trapped in her twisted game, my pain her performance, her cruelty boundless. Why? Why would my own wife do this to me? Why inflict such calculated, public agony on the anniversary of my mother's death? As Maya, flanked by Dylan, announced the auction would proceed for the entire collection, promising a "personal story from me about the deceased" with every bid, the horrifying truth dawned: this wasn't just a spectacle; it was a torture session, and my mother' s memory was the weapon. She cold-heartedly revealed freezing my accounts, leaving me with nothing – turning my final act of defiance into a public display of financial ruin. But as I knelt among the shattered fragments of my mother' s jade pendant-a sacred relic Maya had maliciously thrown to the floor-a profound shift occurred. The pain, the humiliation, the utter desecration of my mother' s memory, ignited a cold, hard resolve within me. I had nothing left to lose. I made a call, a desperate gamble on a forgotten connection, a titan of industry whose private number I' d clung to for years. It was time to fight back.

The Wife He Destroyed

I remember the fall. The sharp, brutal shove from my husband, David. The sickening crack as my head hit the marble staircase. The last thing I saw was his face, twisted not with remorse, but with a grief-fueled rage. His father' s last, wheezing words echoed in my ears: "She did this... Sarah... with her rabbit food..." They blamed me for their self-inflicted misery. For years, I, a dietitian, poured my soul into saving my tech mogul father-in-law, Richard Sterling, from himself. He was a man of excess, his wife enabling every destructive craving, and my husband, David, worshipping his father's stubbornness as strength. I crafted healthy meals, managed his medications, and pleaded with him to care for his own body. My reward? His constant resentment, my mother-in-law's accusations of starvation, and David's growing impatience with the "unpleasantness" I caused. I fought for his health, for our family. I got a broken neck for my efforts. They chose his dying delusion over our life together, over my life. The darkness that swallowed me was absolute, an unjust end to a life spent trying to do the right thing. Then, I felt the sunlight on my face. It was warm, a gentle caress. I opened my eyes to the familiar silk sheets of my own bed, the digital clock glowing 8:15 AM, October 12th. The day it all began, the day Richard was diagnosed with severe type 2 diabetes. I had been given a second chance. Not a chance to save him, but a chance to save myself. This time, I would do nothing. I would let him eat his cake.

The Forgotten Past, The Found Self

The sterile smell of antiseptic was the first thing I registered, a dull ache throbbing in my head. I was in a hospital bed, my mind a complete blank. "You're finally awake," a woman with a tired, angry face snapped. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused? Trying to kill yourself over a man. Olivia, you are a disgrace to the Hayes family." More names were thrown at me by a man equally displeased: Liam, Scarlett, Olivia Reynolds-my name. They painted a picture of a pathetic woman, obsessed with her adopted sister Scarlett's fiancé, Liam Sterling. According to them, I had forced Liam into marriage and was now attempting suicide because he wouldn't love me back. My adoptive parents and husband spoke about me as if I wasn' t there, their words cold, cruel, and utterly foreign. Then came the demand: "Scarlett needs a blood transfusion. You have the same rare type. You're going to the operating room now to donate blood to your sister." It wasn't a request. It was an order. I was dragged to the donation room, where Liam-the object of my supposed obsession-followed. "Make sure you take enough," he told the nurse, his eyes burning with contempt. "Don't think this changes anything, Olivia. After this, you'll sign the divorce papers." He even threw a million-dollar check on the bed, a brutal payment for my blood. The old Olivia, who they claimed would have shattered, was gone. The memories, the pain, the love-it felt like a stranger's story. Amnesia had wiped the slate clean, leaving an eerie calm. Lying there, listening to nurses whisper about my pathetic desperation, I realized something profound. The woman they were talking about wasn't me. The past wasn't mine. And my future? It was a blank canvas, finally mine to paint. I took out my phone, found a lawyer's number, and dialed. "I want to file for divorce," I said, my voice steady. "And I want to sever all legal ties with my adoptive parents."

When Love Turned to Ash

I stared at the divorce papers, a symbol of freedom after years trapped in Mark Davis's gilded cage, where my art and my soul withered. But just as I dared to breathe, Mark' s self-serving facade shattered completely. His icy disregard for my well-being climaxed when, after a public humiliation at a gala engineered by his mistress, I collapsed at home, suffering a miscarriagewhile he watched, more concerned with his wounded pride and her presence. And then, in the sterile hospital hallway, he twisted the knife deeper, telling her – and anyone who would listen – that I had faked my entire pregnancy for attention. There was no turning back; I would never again be the woman who stood silently in his shadow. I walked away, not just from him, but towards reclaiming the artist I was always meant to be.

The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO

"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning...

Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire Heiress

After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.

Shunned By An Alpha, Cherished By A Lycan

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

When Love Is A Lie

Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"

The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think

Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"

THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA

Aria Thorne was born into a pack that treated her like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken." Her only chance at escape? A forced marriage to a fallen Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh. Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he's a shadow, crippled and discarded by the very pack he once led and bled for. Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha forced him to wed a StillBlood. She was nothing more than one more curse. However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha. Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?