The Livestream That Revealed a Murder

His Twisted Love, My Gilded Pain

My mother married Mr. Hayes when I was seven, thrusting me into a glittering mansion that quickly became a gilded cage. From day one, Alex, Mr. Hayes's son, started a campaign of torment, seemingly blaming me for his mother' s death. Then, my world shattered. My mother, caught having an affair, was brutally disfigured and cast out, forcing me, a child, to become her sole caretaker in squalid poverty. Alex' s revenge escalated from mind games to direct attacks, turning school into a hell of bullying and rumors, pushing me to the brink of collapse. Just as I clung to a scholarship as my only escape, Alex' s cousin, Tiffany, appeared on campus, her face a scarred mirror of my mother' s fate, spreading malicious lies that threatened to destroy my future before it began. Alex, now a man of terrifying power, loomed over me, making it clear there was no escape from his reach. Desperate, I stepped into his world, trading my dignity for a chance at freedom. The ultimate betrayal came when I discovered his meticulously orchestrated torment was intricately linked to his mother' s tragic death, and that he had ensnared me in a twisted recreation of her fate. The revelation was horrifying, a culmination of years of calculated cruelty designed to break me entirely. Yet, a shocking truth emerged: my mother' s final, desperate act of love, selling herself to human traffickers to provide for me, cracked open a window to Alex' s own traumatic past. Finally understanding the deep, shared wounds that bound us, I resolved to sever all ties, choosing freedom over eternal hatred.

The Betrayal That Broke Us

My life with Julian was a decade-long fairytale, a testament to building an empire from nothing. He was the charismatic face, I was the quiet strategist; together, we were Thorne Industries, a force to be reckoned with. Then, a call from a school nurse shattered it all. "Is this Mrs. Thorne?" she asked, her voice rushed. I corrected her, a polite smile on my face. "It's Ms. Vance, actually. Is everything okay with Ethan?" "Ethan? No, ma'am. This is about your son, Leo Thorne." Leo Thorne. A name I didn't recognize, a son I didn't have. My world tilted. The nurse was calling for Julian's legal wife, Chloe-a woman I knew as his executive assistant, a woman whose eyes always lingered on him a little too long. Chloe, his wife, and mother to his son, Leo. The word "wife" echoed in my silent office, a brutal, horrifying truth. Every late night he supposedly worked, every solo business trip, twisted into a grotesque betrayal. Before I could even process this seismic shift, a sharp cramp seized me, followed by another. Blood. Our baby. Julian's betrayal was killing our child. When I woke up, the baby was gone. Julian, playing the grieving husband, told me it was my fault, "the stress." He acted the part, even as he tried to frame my miscarriage for his mistress and their son, a son he' d had for years, a whole life hidden from me. Then, Liam Sterling, my competitor and old college friend, sent an envelope. Inside were photos: Julian, Chloe, and two children, Leo and a girl I didn't know, a picture of a perfect family. And a text from Chloe: "Heard about the baby. Too bad. Some wombs just aren't meant to hold on." My fury, cold and clear, solidified into a single, diamond-hard resolve. They would pay. Julian, the monster, and Chloe, who had just admitted something far worse: she was the drunk driver who killed my mother four years ago, and Julian had covered it up. He thought I was weak. He thought I wouldn't fight. He was wrong. My voice recorder, hidden beneath my pillow, captured his monstrous plan: "Once Elara's baby is born, we'll tell her it died. Then we'll register the baby as ours." He was going to steal my child. The rage was a firestorm. I called Liam Sterling. "I want to destroy Julian Thorne. I want him to lose everything. And I want her in jail for the rest of her life." The game was on.

Lost Memories, Found Truths

The rain lashed against the window, mirroring the fresh bruises blooming on my skin. I lay on the cold bathroom tile, my breath a shallow, ragged gasp; another "accident" Mark would explain away. He stood over me, bored and callous, reminding me our son would be late for dinner-as if I chose to be broken on the floor. My sister, Chloe, bright and oblivious, called from the front door, offering ice cream, a lifeline I couldn't grasp. "Ava's not feeling well," Mark lied, his voice dripping with fake concern for her ears, sealing me away. My last chance gone, a profound cold enveloped me, deeper than the tile, as my life ebbed away, thinking of Leo who' d never see his mother again. Then, the pain vanished, replaced by an eerie lightness; I was standing, looking down at my own lifeless body. I watched, a silent phantom, as Mark called someone, casually planning to claim double indemnity on my life insurance, describing my death as a convenient "fall." He felt no grief, only calculation. The next morning, he made Leo dinosaur pancakes, telling him Mommy was "very tired," twisting my absence into abandonment. Later, I saw him systematically erase me-tossing my treasured memories, even ripping apart the novel my grandmother gave me, a symbolic execution of my very existence. He wasn't just disposing of my things; he was annihilating any proof of who I was. I floated there, a ghost of a life brutally taken, haunted by the chilling clarity of his calculated cruelty. I had to find a way to make him pay.

The System's Choice, Her Refusal

The National STEM Innovators Challenge was my last hope. My little brother, Leo, desperately needed experimental treatment for his rare genetic condition. Winning the astronomical prize money was the only way to save his life. But every round, it was the same nightmare: Tiffany Harrington, my relentless rival, would beat me. Not by much, but by an impossible, precise ten points, mirroring crushing defeats from a past I couldn't escape. No matter how flawless my code or how innovative my robotic design, Tiff' s score would appear exactly ten points higher. My own boyfriend, Jake, sided with her, dismissing my suspicions as "sore losing," drawn by her family's wealth and influence. Tiff' s cruel taunts about Leo' s deteriorating health twisted the knife deeper, leaving me feeling utterly alone and powerless. How could this be happening again? How did she always predict the exact margin? It wasn't just cheating; it felt like a predetermined, relentless pattern designed to break me, as if an invisible force was pulling the strings, defying all logic and fairness. Desperate to crack this impossible code, I decided I had to test it. In the final round of the Challenge, I would do the unthinkable: submit absolutely nothing. I had to know if this "ten-point rule" was absolute, even if it meant risking everything for Leo.

The Game of Power

Chloe Sterling was crying again, the 'Live Feed' above her head branding her 'Heartbroken_And_Clueless.' She was my ticket out of the Rust Belt, but her secret pregnancy with a powerful senator made her a liability. My jaw tightened. Poverty taught me to cut away anything that dragged me back down. I didn't hesitate. I dealt with the senator, making it look like a tragic accident. I manipulated the scandal, stepped into Chloe's shoes, married Liam Vance, and turned him into my puppet. I thought I'd won, untouchable in my new empire. My naive project, Chloe, found a new 'friend,' Ben. I warned her. But when I found her bruised, a rage unlike any calculation took over. This was personal. I tracked Ben down. It was brutal, quick. But as I stood over his body, Grandma Esther and Liam appeared. They knew everything, had evidence. My empire teetered. Their solution: frame Chloe, the fragile heiress, for Ben's death. My Chloe – the girl I'd used, yet somehow cared for. Before I could process the monstrous demand, Chloe stepped in. She'd heard. 'Don' t. Not for me.' Then, in a heartbreaking act of self-sacrifice, she jumped. But as grief threatened to consume me, a chilling message flashed across my 'Live Feed': 'Welcome, Ava, to the Next Level.' My life, this rise to power – all a 'narrative,' a 'test.' They offered a reset. All memories, all experiences, retained. Clutching Chloe's worn worry stone, I chose to go back. I'm twelve again, in the Rust Belt. But this time, I know the game. I'm ready to play it differently.

I'm The Master Of My Fate

My girlfriend is proud and cold, she has never been kind to me. We have been together for three years, and whenever I accidentally touch her, she would humiliate herself by shedding tears. I thought she was pure and precious, so I loved her even more, but then she slept with her childhood friend. On the eve of our engagement, she wanted to buy a car, but I got into a car accident while picking her up. When I called her, I heard her childhood friend's voice saying, "This Ferrari is just okay, barely acceptable!" My girlfriend comforted him gently and then impatiently yelled at me, "You're such a useless person! Forget it, just send me 2 million yuan, Xander brother is almost ready to pick up the car." I closed my eyes in despair. When I opened them again, I was back to the day when Noreen wanted to buy a car. I rushed to the 4S store to witness their ugly behavior.

I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.

Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband

"You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. "She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don't want that! What should I do?"

Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, "Do you think you deserve it?" Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, "Marry me?"

The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce." For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom. However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her. Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good. But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.

Beg For My Love, Cold-Hearted CEO

Since she was ten, Noreen had been by Caiden's side, watching him rise from a young boy into a respected CEO. After two years of marriage, though, his visits home grew rare. Gossip among the wealthy said he despised her. Even his beloved mocked her hopes, and his circle treated her with scorn. People forgot about her decade of loyalty. She clung to memories and became a figure of ridicule, worn out from trying. They thought he'd won his freedom, but he dropped to his knees and begged, "Noreen, you're the only one I love." Leaving behind the divorce papers, she walked away.