The PR Guru and The Predator

The Mogul's Reckoning

Ethan Henderson, a ruthless hedge fund magnate, had a power-player marriage to A-list actress Olivia Hayes, carefully shielded from public scrutiny. For five years, their life was a meticulously managed ascent. On his birthday, a notification popped up: a young actor he'd backed, Liam Walker, posted a suspiciously intimate photo with Olivia, calling her his "light." This seemingly harmless admiration was a direct challenge to Ethan's boundaries. Olivia dismissed his concerns, leading to public attacks against him as "controlling." When Ethan used his power to cut Liam' s film role, Olivia publicly retaliated, then privately flaunted her closeness with Liam. The final, humiliating blow came on a film set when she, fueled by paranoia, threw scalding coffee in his face in front of the crew. It wasn't about the coffee; it was a profound, public betrayal and a total disregard for their marriage-a consistent, calculated campaign of disrespect. How could she defend this kid while assaulting her husband? Ethan's response was brutal and immediate: divorce papers. He then revealed Sophia, the eager new actress he was mentoring, was pregnant with his child. When Liam tried one last taunt, Ethan met him with a devastating punch. Years later, Ethan' s new family flourishes, leaving Olivia to eternally regret the empire she willingly shattered.

Abandoned to Die: Her Fight for Life

"Pancreatic cancer, aggressive," the doctor' s words hit me, Eleanor, a sixty-year-old retired librarian, like a physical blow. I rushed home to my husband, Richard, a man I' d shared forty years with, hoping for comfort, for support, for a fight plan against this death sentence. Instead, he coldly dismissed my $75,000 treatment as too expensive, citing our tight savings due to our grandson's school. Days later, a bank statement revealed the truth: a $50,000 withdrawal for "Vintage Motors LLC" was not for our family, but for a shiny red convertible. My best friend, Brenda, then called, reporting Richard and his high school sweetheart, Sylvia, recently widowed, cruising Main Street in that very car, laughing like young lovers. He bought his mistress a luxury car, flaunted her publicly, and denied me life-saving treatment. When I confronted him, he rolled his eyes, calling me "dramatic" and "hysterical," saying Sylvia "needed cheering up" and was "good for his networking." My heart shattered again when our son, Michael, whom I had always cherished and supported, sided with his father, arguing my cancer was "tough" at my age and that Sylvia had even helped his career. At Sylvia's birthday party, hosted at Michael's house (a house I helped him buy), Richard proudly introduced her as his "true partner," and when I spoke up, Michael publicly shamed me, ordering me to "just leave." The man I loved for decades, and the son I raised, chose a new relationship and career opportunities over my very life. How could they betray me so completely, so callously, leaving me to die while they celebrated? But in that moment, as I walked away, something in me finally broke free. I was done being their victim; I would fight for my life, alone, and on my own terms.

The Chairman's Revenge

My life was the American dream: Alex Sterling, a tech CEO with a penthouse, a beautiful wife, and a billion-dollar company. Then came the Aspen ski accident, changing everything. Confined to a wheelchair, "recovering," my perfect wife Jessica and my best friend Marcus took over my life and my company. But beneath their overly solicitous smiles and condescending coos, I saw the truth-the lipstick smudge on his collar, the furtive glances, the subtle touches. My wife and my best friend were having an affair, plotting to steal everything I' d built. They paraded doctors, pushed papers for me to sign, openly humiliated me, calling me a "cripple," "pathetic," believing me utterly broken and powerless. Jessica purred about romantic chalets while forcing me to sign away what they believed were my company's controlling shares. Marcus, my supposed brother-in-arms, even kicked my wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with years of festering resentment, reveling in my apparent downfall. Even my fiercely loyal head of security seemed to turn on me, joining their "winning team." The betrayal, the public mockery, the slow dismantling of my life-it was a torment I wouldn' t wish on my worst enemy. Why would I endure this unbearable humiliation? Why let them strip me bare, sign away my company, my marriage, my very dignity, believing I was blissfully unaware? They thought they had won, that I was a broken man about to be discarded. But what if the accident was no accident? What if I knew every single step of their treacherous plan, even before they took it? Because when I put my name to those papers, the game wasn't over for me; it had truly just begun for them.

The System's Cruelest Game

My younger brother, Leo, died in the emergency room, a casualty of our parents'twisted "tests." For years, "system prompts" had controlled our lives, confirming that Leo and I were mere side characters in our adoptive brother Ashton's "golden-boy" narrative. The ultimate test arrived when our parents refused to pay for Leo's emergency treatment after Ashton knowingly gave him a peanut cookie, triggering his fatal allergy. The system grimly confirmed: "Allergen exposure by Subject Ashton: successful. Test parameters met." In the wake of Leo's death, my desperate attempts to raise cremation funds were sabotaged, and family accusations of fraud and dramatization poisoned my name. Ashton publicly smeared me, claiming I faked Leo's death, while my father imposed an impossible financial task that he systematically undermined. I was even abducted, drugged, and forced to sign away my inheritance, every path blocked. But the final, unbearable cruelty struck when Ashton live-streamed an exposé, accusing me of using  "fake ashes"  at Leo's memorial. My own father ripped open the small pouch I'd kept, scattering Leo's last physical trace to the winds as my mother screamed, calling me a "sick, attention-seeking monster." How could they be so cruel, so relentlessly focused on destroying me, even after Leo's death? As I collapsed, shattered, the live-stream viewers finally saw their monstrous deeds, prompting police intervention and ending their twisted game. Now, as the system prompts falter and Ashton faces justice, I am finally free to reclaim my life, guided by Leo's memory.

More Than Just Paper: The Degrees That Fought Back

I stood on the polished stage of "Startup Goldrush," a triple-major Ivy League prodigy, ready to pitch myself and make my working-class family proud. Then, Victoria Sterling, the lead judge, unleashed her attack: dismissing my credentials as "just paper," demanding I decode her vague tech jargon, and insinuating my degrees were fake. A 'technical glitch' conveniently wiped my digital proof, and then, in a staged "accident," she soaked my physical diplomas with sticky kombucha, smirking as they disintegrated into an illegible mess. The lowest blow came when my own brother, manipulated backstage, walked out and publicly told me to apologize, demanding I stop embarrassing our family. Betrayed and humiliated, my world crashed, and I crumpled to the floor in a panic attack on live television, branded an "Ivy League Imposter." How could years of relentless hard work, incredible sacrifice, and genuine achievement be twisted into such a horrifying, public destruction? They tried to bury me, but as I lay in the darkness, remembering my brother's calloused hands and unwavering belief, a furious resolve ignited – I wouldn't just survive this, I would fight back. I opened my laptop, my fingers trembling but firm, and began drafting an email to Dean Thompson, Harvard University, ready to expose their lies.

The Monster By My Bedside

My life was a picture of perfection: happily married, a successful graphic designer, and four months pregnant, envisioning a bright future in my chic Chicago apartment. Then, the nightmare began, shattering everything. Masked men burst into my home, assaulting me, and the last thing I remembered before blacking out was my husband Mark's key in the lock. I woke up in a hospital bed, only to learn I'd lost our baby, and the attack had left me infertile. But the true horror came from behind a curtain: my 'grieving' husband Mark admitting his 'relief' to his best friend, David, revealing the assault was orchestrated by his mistress, Jessica, merely a 'warning' for me to miscarry. My own husband, complicit in the murder of our child and the destruction of my future, was relieved it happened. The betrayal was an icy blade, a thousand times worse than any physical pain, leaving me reeling in a cold, absolute rage. How could the man who held my hand moments earlier be such a monster? Lying there, playing the incapacitated victim, I knew I couldn't simply 'move on' with this charade. I had to vanish. With the help of David, I decided to stage my own death. I shed 'Sarah Miller,' leaving her tragic story behind, becoming 'Emily Hayes,' ready to forge a new life-and make them pay.

Chasing Back What's Mine

"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"

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?”

Don't Leave Me, Mate

"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?

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."

A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce

Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"

Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."