More Than a Mistress, Less Than a Wife

The Day My Fairytale Died

My life with Ethan Hayes was a true New York fairytale. He was devastatingly handsome, a brilliant tech CEO, and our engagement was the stuff of lifestyle blogs and glittering society columns. I poured my heart into our eight years together, building a perfect future, a "Golden Couple" image people envied. Until I found the texts: "Can't wait until she's out of the picture for good. You promised." And then the photos, the eggplant emoji, the casual cruelty of a Cartier bracelet – "one-of-a-kind," he'd said – glinting on *her* wrist, identical to mine. Chloe Vance, an old college acquaintance, was his secret "escape," his "excitement." Not just a fling, but a long-term, calculated betrayal. He lavished gifts on me, charming me even as he publicly defended her, dismissing my concerns. He even gave his pregnant mistress his family heirloom, the one he swore was meant only for me. My birthday ended with him ditching me for her manufactured crisis, only for me to receive a photo of Chloe's pregnancy report. Eight years. A lifetime of promises. All built on his lies. How could someone be so utterly, flawlessly deceptive? My love for him turned to ice, replaced by a searing ache of betrayal and a cold, quiet rage. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't scream. I pressed call on Liam Walker's name, a man from a past I’d left behind, and uttered four words that would change everything: "Marry me, Liam." It was time for a reckoning. And I knew just how to deliver it.

The Cost of Love: Abandoned and Broken

My life was perfect: a star quarterback, engaged to my high school sweetheart, Chloe, and surrounded by a loving adoptive family who always put me first. Then Liam appeared, claiming to be my long-lost biological half-brother, weaving tragic tales that instantly captivated everyone around me. One by one, my adoptive mother, my three stepsisters, and even Chloe, chose him, abandoning me completely when a flash flood swept me away, leading to my brutal kidnapping and torture, which they dismissed as my own fault. Liam stole my dreams, my scholarship, and then my last chance to play football, while my family celebrated him as their new hero, claiming I was "not up to it." The ultimate betrayal came when he brazenly wore my jacket and used a precious, deeply personal memento, meant for the child Chloe had lied about losing, as a dog toy. How could everyone I loved turn their backs so easily, believing every lie from a stranger while my entire life shattered around me? With nothing left but the raw ache of their indifference, I walked out of that house and that town forever, determined to find a new life, far from the shadows of my past and the people who destroyed me.

Six Lives, One Endless Game

Five times I died. Five times I tried to build a life, a bond, with Ethan Cole, and five times I failed. The last time was a masterpiece of cruelty. He knew. All along, through every new face, every persona, he knew. “I’d rather jump off this skyscraper, Amelia, than be with your desperate act.” His icy words cut deeper than any simulated death the ReLife Program put me through. My current identity, Maya, drowned three days later. Always an accident. I was trapped in an endless loop of new lives, new hopes, and the same crushing, inevitable end. Just survive. Stop dying. Exhausted, I was offered an unprecedented choice: Ethan, or Liam Walker, his best friend. As consciousness faded, a desperate whisper echoed: "Next time... choose me..." A dying hallucination? Or was it Liam? I chose him. I became Sarah Miller, armed with five lifetimes of observation, determined to finally break the cycle. But Liam wasn't the salvation I hoped for. He was aloof, his actions bafflingly calculated. My carefully planned “accidental” encounter with CEO Liam ended with a cold dismissal, leaving me shattered. Was I destined to another death, or could I finally escape this cursed program, and the frustrating game he seems to play?

The Day I Sold My Husband

My husband, Captain Mark Olsen, just returned from deployment, his uniform sharp, his smile fake. I looked at him and said, flatly, “We need to separate.” It was the only way to escape the nightmare that haunted me. My five-year-old son, Leo, dead. Because of Mark. Because of his sister-in-law, Jessica. That future, that premonition, could not happen. Mark poured all our money into Jessica’s lavish spending, while our own son, Leo, wore hand-me-downs. He'd promise Leo the world, then cancel for Jessica’s 'emergencies.' The final straw: Leo burnt with fever, but Mark raced off to tend to Jessica’s perfectly healthy daughter. My son lay dying, just like in the terrifying vision, while Mark, a military hero to others, coldly dismissed my screams. How could a father abandon his own flesh and blood for a woman who manipulated his every move? The injustice, the rage, burned a hole inside me. But then, Jessica, emboldened, asked Mark to father *her* next child. She wasn't just taking my husband's money; she wanted his legacy. I saw my opportunity, a twisted, desperate path to freedom. I wouldn't just leave. I would sell him. For a cold, hard sum, I would hand over my husband, giving Jessica what she desired and freeing myself and Leo forever. This was my vow. My future, and my son's, depended on it.

Married to the Man Who Killed Me

My empire crumbled, my life, cold ash. Olivia was gone. In their derelict New York apartment, a sealed box yielded her unseen journals. I opened one. Inside: a meticulous record of my casual cruelty—my blatant affairs, sneering dismissals, every humiliation. Then, the chilling truth: her hidden terminal leukemia diagnosis. This wasn't just a dying marriage; it was the torturous last act of a woman suffering alone, beneath my roof. Each page, a fresh wound. I recalled her "Legacy Tour"—five desperate tasks I'd scorned, obsessed with my freedom. I remembered mocking her headscarf, tossing her "filthy" wig, blind to her ravaging illness. My neglect hadn't just buried her hope; it brutally hastened her death. How could I have been so blind? So monstrously cruel? The wife I reviled was secretly ArchX, the preservationist I unknowingly battled, and a brilliant artist. She loved me, inexplicably, as I extinguished her light. Her final, faint question from the grave haunted me: "Will he… ever… regret?" Yes, Olivia. I regret. And I will dismantle the world that made me this monster, beginning my terrifying penance, even if it means sacrificing everything.

The Wife Who Forgot

Michael Johnson was a man once deeply in love, his world illuminated by his brilliant wife, Sarah, and their cherished young son, Leo. Then came the car accident: Sarah survived physically, but a brutal head injury stole her memories, erasing me completely from her mind. In the vacuum of her confusion, a smirking opportunist, Ethan Cole, slithered in, whispering insidious lies and painting himself as her true, destined love. Overnight, I became a phantom in my own home, a "leech" and an "obstacle" in her eyes, while she wholeheartedly believed every fabricated story Ethan spun. The world I knew crumbled as I endured her chilling indifference, public humiliations, and Ethan's constant psychological torment. The ultimate blow came when she casually suggested I should have died in the crash, then, shockingly, tried to force me into a life-threatening organ donation for Ethan’s brother, treating my body as a transactional asset. My heart, once full of fierce love, was utterly shattered, replaced by a suffocating despair. How could the woman who swore eternal devotion, who had once been my everything, become this cold, cruel stranger, utterly dismissive of me and our own child? The injustice burned, leaving me broken, betrayed, and terrifyingly alone. With no hope left, and consumed by the primal need to protect my son Leo, I made a final, desperate choice. I contacted Mr. Smith, the man who orchestrates "fresh start initiatives," not "death stagings." I would stage my own disappearance, become Mark Reynolds, and vanish into a new life, leaving Michael Johnson and the ruins of my past behind forever.

The After Rebirth: Mr. Blackstorm's Beautiful Wife

Ashley is burned alive by her half-sister, but she gets a second chance to undo all of her past. She was reborn ten years ago, and this time she is determined to find a strong backer for herself to take revenge. "I'll take revenge for everything you've done, and I'll make you all suffer!" Author's Note: This story was originally published under the same title on another platform. This version has been fully revised to improve grammar, clarity, and overall reading flow, but the plot remains unchanged. It is now released under a non-exclusive contract. Thank you for reading and supporting this refined edition!

The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.

The Alpha King's Hated Slave

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .

Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase

Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.

His Scorned Bride Turned Out To Be Legendary

Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.

Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance

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."