Pregnant And Rejected: The Omega He Cast Aside

From Prison to His Perfect Regret

I sacrificed five years of my freedom to save my husband' s billion-dollar empire. I walked out of prison expecting gratitude, but instead, I found his assistant wearing my life like a second skin. And when his company faced a new crisis, he didn't look to me for support-he looked at me as the prime suspect. Jasper thought a luxury suite at The Plaza could erase five years of silence. He claimed he was "protecting" me, while Candice, the woman who orchestrated my fall, blocked my letters and managed his heart. But the moment his laptop was wiped, his mask of devotion crumbled. He accused me of sabotage instantly, blind to the real enemy standing right beside him. I didn't argue. I just walked away. He screamed that I' d be destitute without him, that I was throwing my life away for a "nobody." Instead, I found Cohen, the inmate who had protected me inside when Jasper abandoned me. Months later, Jasper called, sobbing. He' d finally found the security footage proving Candice' s guilt. "I'll wire you ten million dollars," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'll even give Cohen a construction job. Just come home." I looked at Cohen, who was gently painting a crib for our unborn child in our warm, safe home. "Keep your money, Jasper," I said. "We're already taken care of."

The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare

My parents dropped me off at college like a princess, with a platinum card and no worries. My new life, full of independence and excitement, was just beginning. My roommate, Sarah, seemed sweet at first, a quiet girl with kind eyes. But her sweetness quickly turned sour, poisoned by resentment over my privilege. She' d sneer at my new laptop, comparing it to her brother' s grueling factory job. Then, the unthinkable happened: my emergency debit card, with over a hundred thousand dollars, vanished. A bank alert confirmed my worst fear: a $5,000 withdrawal attempt blocked. I knew, with a sickening certainty, who the thief was-the quiet girl consumed by jealousy. The betrayal shattered my idyllic college dream, leaving a bitter taste. I called the campus police, my hands shaking with fury. Sarah was arrested, my card found in her bag, and my sense of home was destroyed. I moved into a new apartment, seeking peace, but my mom' s well-meaning housekeeper, Mrs. Davis, brought a new kind of terror. She started with subtle criticisms, then tried to turn me into her domestic servant. Her demands escalated, culminating in an outrageous proposal: she wanted to control my finances and marry me off to her unemployed son, Kevin. The audacity of her plan, the sheer delusion, made my blood run cold. When I fired her, she called my mom, trying to slander me, but my mom shut her down cold. As she stormed out, my grandmother's silk scarf, a cherished gift, was found crumpled in her bag. Just like her daughter, she was a thief and a liar. I thought the nightmare was over when Kevin, her "good, strong boy," was leaning against my apartment door. His sneer, his entitlement, and the reek of stale cigarettes chilled me to the bone. He raged about his family, about how they were entitled to my money, our money. The fear was sharp, but my own anger surged. Then, I came home to a ransacked apartment, my belongings destroyed, and Kevin sitting in my armchair, drinking my dad's scotch. Mrs. Davis was there too, silently watching, complicit. My phone was shattered. They laid out their plan: I would empty my accounts, sign over my car, give them everything. Then, maybe, they' d let me go. Trapped, I feigned submission, my mind racing for an escape. In a desperate, reckless moment, I grabbed my heavy coffee pot from the kitchen. With a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, I swung.

The Program Coordinator's Revenge

I was Sarah, a dedicated Program Coordinator at Hope Community Initiatives, genuinely good at my job and deeply committed to our mission. My life was professional, orderly, and I was well-respected. But then Chloe arrived, our new intern, seemingly fresh-faced and innocent, assigned directly to me. What followed was a cascade of bizarre "accidents"-a simple email became a three-hour typo-ridden mess. A crucial grant review meeting was rescheduled to 9 PM, nearly jeopardizing our youth program's lifeline. Then came the staff lunch incident, a severe nut allergy completely disregarded, almost sending a colleague to the hospital, all thanks to Chloe' s "good intentions." The climax dropped like a hammer: bursting into our most critical donor meeting, Chloe, with practiced tears, pointed a shaking finger and wailed that I was bullying her. My own boyfriend and colleague, Mark, shockingly stood up, not to defend me, but to confirm her story and accuse me of disloyalty, of planning to leave for a rival non-profit. David, my boss, instantly fired me, without a second thought. My career, my reputation in the entire local non-profit world, was instantly, brutally destroyed. The accusations, Mark' s shattering betrayal, the loss of everything I' d worked for-it was an unbearable weight. I sank into a profound despair, unable to eat or sleep, feeling myself fall into an endless void. How could a single intern, my supposed protégé, and the man I loved, orchestrate such a complete, devastating undoing of my life? The sheer injustice of it gnawed at my soul; I had been perfectly good at my job, only to be cast aside for a lie. Then, with a jolt, I blinked. I was back at my desk, the familiar hum of the air conditioner, my computer screen showing Chloe' s first day. A do-over. The nightmare was real, but this time, the rules had changed, and I was ready to play.

The Platinum Bands of Betrayal

Ten days from our wedding, I planned a surprise for Izzy: custom platinum bands. For five years, I' d been her "supportive husband," putting my own life on hold for her skyrocketing marketing career. Then I overheard her Instagram Live. "Ethan? He' s sweet, but he' s basically my well-kept house husband. My career pays for this lifestyle, he just makes good coffee." The rings crashed to the floor. Five years of sacrifice. Five years reduced to a sarcastic joke. Her intern, Liam, was far more than just a colleague. Soon, his arrogant social media posts confirmed my worst fears: their late-night "work sessions" and private jokes. She repeatedly lied to my face, dismissing me while planning our wedding. A vast, cold emptiness settled in my chest. My entire life with her felt like a cheap movie set, and I was merely an uncredited extra. How could I have been so utterly blind to her contempt and betrayal, to the true nature of the woman I was about to marry? But the emptiness became a catalyst. I typed a text to my estranged billionaire father: "Dad, I' m ready to come home. I' m in on the merger. Cancel Izzy' s company' s contract with us." This wasn't the end; it was my beginning.

Unforgivable Love

I came with a mission to kill the Lord of Eric. "Lilah, I am pleased with you." The fireworks bloomed for me, and I looked down at Eric, who was kneeling on one knee. The knife hidden in my sleeve involuntarily shrank back. "Are you willing to marry me as your wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm sounded repeatedly in my mind, but I still went ahead without hesitation. However, reality slapped me hard. "Lilah, as Eric's wife, you must not leave for three years and gracefully step down." "Okay." I replied lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. At night, a fire burned down my yard and freed me from my misery. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day he proposed to me. But this time, he cried and said, "Lilah, don't go."

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

From Best Friend To Fiancé

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

Love Unbreakable

There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"