Framed by My Best Friend

Their Blinded Betrayal

I was dying of aggressive leukemia, my last chance for life, a revolutionary CAR T-cell therapy, within reach. My own family - my husband, David, and my parents - colluded to steal that life-saving treatment, diverting it to my cousin Jessie, who feigned vague illnesses for attention. Condemned to palliative care, I watched them celebrate Jessie's "recovery" while dismissing my worsening symptoms as "drama" or "negativity." I was forced to sign over everything I' d built-my beloved bakery, my bookstore, my investments-to the very woman who was orchestrating my demise. Adding insult to injury, David asked for a divorce, planning to move Jessie into our home and enthralling my son with her false charm. They called my quiet compliance "sensible," completely blind to the fact that I, sick and betrayed, was merely settling my affairs as a dying woman. How could they be so utterly oblivious, so consumed by a manipulative charade, while their daughter lay dying before their eyes? But their blind betrayal ignited a cold resolve: my surrender was merely the prelude to a posthumous retribution, carefully orchestrated in my final moments through a secret will and damning evidence, now entrusted to a shark lawyer to unleash upon them all.

The Party Barn Massacre

It was Leo and Lily' s fifth birthday, a bright morning, and my husband Ethan, the real estate mogul, was showering our twins with laughter and kisses. He promised to see me at my parents' that night, his hand tenderly resting on my pregnant belly, blissfully unaware of the horror about to unfold. Hours later, the world shattered. My car was ambushed, my children and I dragged to a remote barn, and then I saw them: Tiffany Monroe, a socialite I vaguely recognized, and... my husband, Ethan, by her side. They stood watching impassively as men brutally beat my twins, Leo and Lily, to death. My twins screamed, fought, and then fell limp, moments before Tiff, with Ethan's cold encouragement, burned me with a cigarillo. Even when I screamed his name, when they ripped my custom locket off, he dismissed me as "trash," declaring his wife "safe" because she had her locket-the very one they'd stolen from me. The final blow came when he ordered a C-section in front of me, taking my unborn child as a "souvenir" for Tiff. How could he not know me? How could the man who promised me forever, the father of my children, casually order my baby carved from me, all because a locket wasn't on my neck? The pain of his betrayal, his utter blindness, was colder than death itself. Yet, as one loyal employee saved me from oblivion, I watched Ethan's horror when he finally saw the truth, confirming he was a monster, not an unwitting participant. It sparked a new life within me, not one of grief, but of ice-cold, calculated revenge. He took everything. Now, I will take his empire, his freedom, and his sanity, piece by agonizing piece.

The Husband's Deadly Game

I was just days from my due date, nesting in our Bay Area home, full of anticipation for the arrival of our child with my beloved husband, Ethan. Without warning, I woke up blindfolded, hands bound, struggling for air in a damp, cold forest, my heavily pregnant body pressed painfully against the earth. Over hidden speakers, I heard Ethan's voice, transformed from loving husband to callous ringmaster, casually discussing a brutal "performance art" with his mistress, Chloe, and acknowledging my water had broken. He then ordered agonizing electric shocks, bet ten million dollars on my death, and unleashed vicious dogs before I was dragged to a makeshift table for a forced C-section, sans anesthesia, all for their twisted amusement. How could the man who once wore a simple silver locket, a symbol of our shared journey from nothing, now orchestrate such monstrous betrayal, turning his pregnant wife and our unborn child into pawns in a deadly, public spectacle? After enduring unimaginable tortures and surviving a coma, I miraculously awakened, not to forgive, but to ensure that the man who stole my child and desecrated my love would face consequences, and I would finally find a fragile peace far from his shadow.

Too Late, My Queen

Ethan Miller, a gritty musician, found himself trapped in a gilded cage, bound to the ruthless music mogul Victoria Vanderbilt. His sister Maya' s life depended on Tori' s whims and VME' s endless resources. He endured years as Tori' s star, her lover, her prized possession, sacrificing his soul for Maya' s critical care. But Tori' s attention, a fleeting and dangerous thing, soon shifted to Julian Vance, a brash performance artist. Ethan's music became "dated," his loyalty dismissed, and VME' s lifeline to Maya was cruelly severed. He watched, helpless, as Julian' s family and their goons ripped Maya' s ventilator away, causing her agonizing death. Tori, witnessing his despair, callously shrugged it off, declaring it "resource reallocation." How could the woman he loved, who once vowed to protect him fiercely, become a monster who facilitated his sister' s demise? His very devotion had been a poisoned gift, leading to the ultimate, unbearable price. In that moment of profound loss and brutal betrayal, Ethan Miller died. He rose from the ashes, now Liam Kincaid, a ghost determined to vanish from Tori' s toxic world, seeking true freedom and peace.

The Colonel's Daughter's Revenge

My stepmother, Eleanor, was about to ruin my life again, just like before. A cream-colored envelope, sealed with the Vanderbilt crest, landed on our mahogany table like a death sentence. This was it: the nightmare I' d already lived once, revisited. Eleanor' s eyes gleamed as she declared the Vanderbilts wanted an 'alliance' – a marriage for one of us Miller girls. I knew exactly what that meant: I was to be sold off to a powerful dynasty, just like in my previous life. My father, Colonel Miller, was a hero overseas, out of reach, leaving no one to stop Eleanor. They paraded my stepsister, Brie, first. But when she inevitably feigned illness, Eleanor' s gaze landed on me. My stepfamily, always eager to exploit my father's name, expected me to be their dutiful pawn, just as I' d been broken and discarded before. They thought I was the same naive girl, easily manipulated and ready to sacrifice. They were clueless about the searing memories, the clear roadmap of their treachery, I carried. But this time, things would be different. This wasn' t surrender; it was the first move in my own calculated game. I wouldn' t just endure their schemes. I would fight. My foreknowledge was my ultimate weapon, and the game had just begun.

The Platinum Bands of Betrayal

Ten days from our wedding, I planned a surprise for Izzy: custom platinum bands. For five years, I' d been her "supportive husband," putting my own life on hold for her skyrocketing marketing career. Then I overheard her Instagram Live. "Ethan? He' s sweet, but he' s basically my well-kept house husband. My career pays for this lifestyle, he just makes good coffee." The rings crashed to the floor. Five years of sacrifice. Five years reduced to a sarcastic joke. Her intern, Liam, was far more than just a colleague. Soon, his arrogant social media posts confirmed my worst fears: their late-night "work sessions" and private jokes. She repeatedly lied to my face, dismissing me while planning our wedding. A vast, cold emptiness settled in my chest. My entire life with her felt like a cheap movie set, and I was merely an uncredited extra. How could I have been so utterly blind to her contempt and betrayal, to the true nature of the woman I was about to marry? But the emptiness became a catalyst. I typed a text to my estranged billionaire father: "Dad, I' m ready to come home. I' m in on the merger. Cancel Izzy' s company' s contract with us." This wasn't the end; it was my beginning.

The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...

One Fated Night

Aria Wilson agrees to her step- sister offers to have a one night stand with an old man interchange for large amounts. It will be use for his brother's operation. What they don't know is the man she had sex with is turned out to be Jake Thomson! The most powerful man in Golden City, a multi-billionaire. Her step- sister Ayah, pretended that she is the one he was with that night so she is the on who gained wealth. Aria got pregnant and walked away but after five years she came back and her children...

Passion Unleashed: Carrying The President's Child

After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!

What Makes A Power Couple

Forced out of a mental hospital by her family, Nicole was made to marry Aidan-reputed to be disabled-in her sister's place. The public ridiculed their union: a so-called lunatic and a cripple. What they didn't know was that Nicole had a sharp mind, countless talents, and secret identities. High society sneered at her unruly behavior, but Aidan always took her side. "My wife is too fragile to hurt anyone," he'd say. But soon- "Sir, your wife destroyed someone's house!" "Let her." "Sir, your wife ran away!" He arrived at the airport with two adorable kids in tow, pleading, "Sweetheart, come back. You can punish me however you want." Nicole froze. Wait-where did these two adorable little troublemakers come from?

Return of the Heiress: I Married My Ex-Husband's Brother

"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]

Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable

A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered.