My Stepbrother's Cruel Game

The Empire He Sold To Her

To save my marriage, I secretly underwent surgery, a desperate attempt to reignite the spark with my husband, Collin. I surprised him in our penthouse suite, wearing a crimson dress, hoping to feel his desire again. Instead, he called me by another woman's name. Then he gave me an order: sleep with his business rival to close the deal of the century. "You are that service," he whispered. While his mistress listened on the phone, he called me "dead weight" and promised her my life. He was so eager to get rid of me, he didn't even read the documents his lawyer sent. He just hit "e-sign" on everything. Including our divorce papers and the very contract that would make me a very rich woman. He thought he could sell his wife like an asset and then leave me destitute. He saw a broken woman, a disposable toy. He never imagined I'd use his own contract to destroy him. Now, with the help of the very man I was sold to, I'm not just taking his money. I'm taking his entire empire.

Sacrificed Everything For A Heartless Man

I sold my soul for my fiancé, Dante Guy. I liquidated my company and handed him my entire inheritance to save his construction empire from collapse. He thanked me by taking a wrecking ball to my parents' legacy-a children' s hospital wing-to build luxury condos for his mistress, Karly. Just as I reeled from the betrayal, I discovered I was pregnant. But from my hospital bed, I overheard the words that shattered what was left of my world. "Her child… it' s a mistake. A complication," Dante whispered to Karly on the phone. "You and our son are the future." He called me a parasite living off his generosity, twisting every sacrifice I' d made into a weakness. The man whose new empire was built on my family' s ashes had not only betrayed me; he had erased me. That night, Karly had me strapped to a chair and tortured with an electroshock device, trying to harm our unborn child. When Dante found me broken on the floor, he chose to comfort her, telling me I needed to "make sacrifices for the family." As he carried me back to our gilded cage, my mind went eerily calm. He thought I was nothing without him. He was about to find out just how wrong he was.

I Ranked In The Top Three On The Country's Rich List

One hour after I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, my husband, Ethan Wood, a superstar, publicly cheated with his agent, Lilian Forster. Some media outlets bombarded me with calls and asked if I would pay a hefty sum to buy out the scandalous footage. Watching their intimate figures in the video, I coldly replied, "I won't." I decided to do what I had wanted to do in the remaining days. I divorced, invested, and rebuilt my gallery. I wanted to be my own empress. No one expected that the cheap paintings I casually snapped up would become wildly popular among collectors and that the stocks I bought on a whim would surge overnight. In just a few weeks, my wealth snowballed. I nearly landed among the top three on the rich list in Preayork. As Ethan and Lilian mocked that I had no time to enjoy my wealth, the doctor revealed to me that the supposed brain tumor was, in fact, a misdiagnosis.

The Alpha's False Mate, The Omega's Silent War

I was a lowly Omega, but the Moon Goddess herself declared I was the fated Mate to Alpha Kaelan. For a year, I believed our love was a legend, and for the last eight months, I carried what I thought was his son and heir. Then I found the scroll. A year before he even met me, he had performed a blood ritual to make himself sterile. He did it all for another woman. The love story I cherished was a lie. He and his warriors had a betting pool on who the father of my bastard child was. They laughed as they used me on cold nights. He drugged me and let his true love, Seraphina, kick my swollen belly for fun. Then he offered my unconscious body to his men as a reward. My fated love, the future I was promised, was nothing but a sick, twisted game they played for their amusement. As I lay there, violated and broken, my heart didn't just break. It turned to ice. So I swallowed the forbidden herbs to end the life inside me. This was not an act of despair. It was the first act of my war.

A Vicious Love, A Deadly End

My husband of ten years, Alexander Vaughan, was a man carved from ice. Our marriage was a business deal to save my family, and my primary duty was to quietly pay off his endless stream of mistresses. But then, a single phone call shattered my bleak existence. The hospital had found a perfect stem cell donor for my dying sister, Cathi. We could save her. I begged Alexander to authorize the life-saving transplant. He refused, completely captivated by his new favorite, an influencer named Karlee. He ignored my frantic calls. When I finally confronted him, Karlee whispered a poisonous lie that my sister had been rude to her. Based on her word, Alexander delivered the fatal blow. "I'm withdrawing Cathi's medical team," he said, his voice like ice. "The transplant is off." My phone rang again. It was the hospital. My sister was dead. She had left a note, saying she didn't want to be a burden anymore. He had killed her. As surely as if he had held the blade himself. My grief turned to rage. After I confronted him, he tried to drown me, then had his prized drone inject me with a neurotoxin. He left me paralyzed on his workshop floor for his guards to have their "fun." As I lay helpless, waiting for the end, the door creaked open. A man I hadn't seen in fifteen years knelt beside me, his face a mask of horror. "Addie? My God, what did he do to you?"

Beyond The Fairy Tale: A Monster

They called me the luckiest woman in New York, the girl from nowhere who had somehow captured the Sterling heir, Liam. He fought his powerful family for me, gave up his inheritance, and it was a fairy tale. Then, his brother died, and Liam became the sole heir, forced into an arranged marriage with his widowed sister-in-law, Scarlett. The city expected him to drop me, but he dramatically announced our engagement still stood. Everyone saw a grand love story. I knew the truth. While the world saw a hero, I saw a monster. He crept into Scarlett' s bed nightly, leaving me a prisoner in his house, bound by his family' s cruel rules. When I discovered I was pregnant, his mother, Mrs. Sterling, dragged me to a clinic, forcing an abortion for their "pure Sterling line." But the true horror came weeks later: an anonymous medical file revealed Liam hadn' t just allowed the abortion; he' d secretly ordered the doctor to remove my uterus, ensuring I could never bear another child, never have a claim to the Sterling fortune through an heir. He had carved out my womanhood. The love I had for him died, replaced by a cold, sharp rage. He thought I was broken, a fragile pet, but he was wrong. I would make him believe I died for him, a tragic victim of a love he destroyed. I would fake my death, escape this gilded cage, and one day, I would have my revenge. My freedom began with playing the docile, heartbroken lover, letting him believe he was in control, utterly unaware he was dancing to my tune.

Winning Back The Heart Of My Cool Ex-wife

During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable

Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."

I Hid His Heir from My Alpha

For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond. That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession. The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me. The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed. "You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me." My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.

Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession

For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."

Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine

I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.