The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns

The Hero Husband's Cruel Betrayal

My husband, Greyson, is a celebrated war hero. When the community center caught fire, he saved a child. But it wasn't our son. He walked right past Karter to rescue another boy, publicly claiming the child as his own. That betrayal was nothing. When Karter later collapsed, his rare heart condition triggering a life-threatening crisis, I ran for his life-saving medication. The safe was empty. Greyson had taken it. He' d given our son' s only dose to the other boy to make him "feel strong." While Karter fought for breath, the news hailed my husband as a selfless hero for his "noble sacrifice." For years, I excused his coldness and blatant favoritism, hoping the man I married would return. But watching him smile on TV as he condemned our son to death, I finally understood. He called my desperate pleas "drama" and hung up. He's convinced I'm too weak to leave, that I'll come crawling back like I always do. He has no idea I've already filed for divorce, severed our mate bond, and am driving our son far away, leaving him to the ruin he so richly deserves.

The Termination Plot

At eight months pregnant, I believed my life was a fairy tale. I had a perfect home, a miracle son on the way, and Derek—the husband who worshipped the ground I walked on. Or so I thought. One piece of paper turned my fairy tale into a horror story. A vasectomy certificate, hidden in the back of a drawer in his office. It was dated a year ago—six months before our child was conceived. Panic drove me to his corporate office, desperate for an explanation, praying for a misunderstanding. But the truth waiting for me behind his closed door was sharper than any knife. "I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," his best friend, Edison, laughed. "She walks around glowing like a saint." "Patience," my husband’s voice replied, cold and unrecognizable. "The bigger she gets, the harder she falls. And the bigger my payout. It’s all for Else." They weren't just lying. They were betting. They were gambling on my humiliation, treating my life and my unborn child as props in a sick game to avenge his sister. Standing in that hallway, clutching my belly, the woman I used to be shattered. But from the shards, something new was born. Something cold, calculating, and merciless. I didn't flee. I didn't scream. I wiped my face and composed a smile that didn't reach my eyes. If they wanted a game, I would play. But they had no idea that the rules had just changed. I wasn't the prize anymore. I was the punishment.

My True North After Their Deceit

I spent four years and my life savings funding my boyfriend's law degree across the country. I thought we were building a future. But when I flew to California to surprise him with a proposal at his graduation, I found him on one knee. Not for me, but for Janessa-my best friend since childhood. I collapsed on the spot. When I woke up in the hospital, the nightmare only got worse. The nurse innocently crushed me: "It' s good you' re awake. Eric was so worried, just like when their dog got sick. They' ve been such a sweet couple living together these past two years." My blood ran cold. Then his mother called his phone, asking if he had finally dumped his "ATM machine" to marry the girl the family actually approved of. Every bill I paid, every "emergency" transfer, had funded their secret life. Janessa was even wearing the dress I bought her while accepting the ring I paid for. They walked into my hospital room, ready to gaslight me one last time. But I wasn't the naive girl anymore. I wiped my tears, unlocked the evidence on his phone, and prepared to burn their perfect little world to the ground.

He Didn't Know His Wife's Identity until they Divorced

Five years ago, Bettina Rowe was wounded in her abdomen to save Asher Lambert, which caused her not to get pregnant. Asher had told her that he would never want a baby. But he eventually entertained the idea of surrogacy. He chose Betsy Sugden, a college student who resembled Bettina, to give birth to his baby. Asher didn't know that Bettina had already decided to divorce him when he brought up that idea.

Beyond His Lies: Her True Legacy

Five years I poured into Legacy AI, a tribute to my late father, David Miller, and his last research notes. The final pitch, my moment of truth with lead investor Mr. Hayes, was here in the boardroom. Then, a press release from Johnson Dynamics, my ex-fiancé Mark Johnson's company, slammed me: an intellectual property lawsuit, claiming his newly secured patents covered my life' s work. His company had conveniently acquired my father's old firm, where we all began. Mark, once my father's star mentee and my own mentor, then fiancé, painted my father as erratic and my work obsolete. He fed the media a narrative of my instability, isolating me before I could even speak. "It' s unfortunate that Ms. Miller, a talented engineer I once mentored, chose this path. We believe she was misled by her late father' s incomplete and often erratic research." He had reduced our shared dreams, our bond, to nothing more than a calculated business move, a strategic step in his relentless climb to power. He saw my father's legacy, our legacy, not as something to build upon, but as a distraction, a tool for his ambition. The betrayal was public, humiliating. Mr. Hayes' warmth vanished, investors whispered, and the opportunity vanished. Mark had destroyed everything. But the cold dread morphed into a steel resolution. He thought he' d won, that I' d crumble. He had underestimated me, and, more importantly, he had underestimated my father. The fight wasn't over; it had just begun, and the answer lay hidden in my father's last, unsorted box of research.

Marrying The Man Who Saved Me

My engagement party was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The ballroom glittered, my custom silk gown flowed, and my fiancé, Liam Thompson, smiled charmingly beside me. Everything was perfect, almost suffocatingly so. Then, Liam leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered, "I can' t do this, Olivia. I don' t love you. I never have." The world crumbled. My champagne glass trembled, the room' s buzz faded as shock and heartbreak seized me. As I reeled, my mother collapsed, clutching her chest, her panicked cries echoing through the suddenly silent ballroom. Liam, still smiling for the crowd, held me back saying, "Let the paramedics handle it. You' ll only get in the way." The whispers grew, laced with judgment, not for him, but for me, the frozen woman watching her mother suffer. My parents, desperate for the merger to save our struggling business, pleaded with me to reconsider. How could he be so cold? Was our entire relationship a calculated lie for a business deal? Was I so blind to his cruelty, to the manipulative whispers of the struggling musician he was "mentoring"? In that moment, the naive girl who loved him died. I wrenched free from his grasp, declaring, "We' re done, Liam! The engagement is off!" Just as chaos erupted, a calm, steady voice cut through the noise, "I' ll marry her." It was Ethan Thompson, Liam' s older, enigmatic brother, stepping out of the shadows, offering a lifeline I never expected. My future, uncertain yet again, hung in the balance.

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?

In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.  

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius

Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."

Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.