My Gift, His Curse: A Spectral Reckoning

The Betrayed Heiress's Backlash

For two years, I worked myself to the bone, delivering greasy takeout and scraping every last penny to care for my fiancé, Ethan, after his devastating rock-climbing accident left him "paralyzed." His medical bills were endless, and just last week, I' d pawned my most cherished possession-my late mother' s sapphire pendant-to cover another of his "specialist consultations." This was my grim reality. But one late-night DoorDash delivery to a sprawling Hamptons estate shattered my entire world. While dropping off expensive seafood, I overheard voices through an open window. One was familiar: Ethan's. Unburdened, carefree and laughing, he told Olivia, a girl from my past, how he' d faked his crippling injury for two years as an elaborate revenge plot against me. The food bag slipped from my numb fingers as I peered in and saw him-standing, healthy, mocking my gullibility. He reveled in how I, "naive small-town trash," had waited on him "hand and foot." Later, at a lavish gala, Olivia brazenly wore my mother's pendant, publicly ridiculed me, then, with a sneer, tossed the priceless heirloom into the churning ocean. Every sacrifice, every skipped meal, every worried night-it was all a cruel, calculated lie. My heart, once brimming with love and concern, turned into a cold, hard stone in my chest. The world tilted as betrayal slammed into me. How could I have been so blind? How could they be so utterly vindictive over a forgotten scholarship? Tears streamed down my face, hot and angry, but a fierce resolve ignited within me. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I hadn't called in years. "Dad?" I whispered. "That business merger... the marriage. Is the offer still on the table?" The line went silent, then, his voice, gentle: "Always, Chloe. For you, always." "I accept."

Playing the Pawn, Winning the Game

For seven long years, I've lived in this gilded cage, the King family mansion, playing the role of the quiet, mousy charity case, pathetically infatuated with Ethan Prescott – Victoria King' s dazzling fiancé. Everyone, especially Victoria, thought I was a fool, a harmless fixture always mooning over her prize. Then, hidden in the library shadows, I overheard their wicked plan. Victoria' s voice, sharp with disdain, saying I was 'still mooning over him.' And Ethan, smooth as silk, calling it 'useful,' for 'keeps her docile.' The chilling part? Their scheme to ensure I was 'out of sight for good,' and horrifyingly, Ethan's suggestion: 'Or better yet, pregnant. That would certainly tie things up neatly, wouldn't it?' My breath caught, but inside, a cold fire ignited. Pregnant. So that was their game: ruin me completely, tie me down, then discard me. And I played my part beautifully. I let them see my 'blush,' feigned shyness, even made sure they 'overheard' my morning sickness. They exchanged triumphant glances, utterly convinced their cruel masterpiece was unfolding perfectly. They believed I was a mere pawn, eating out of their hands, destined for a pauper's grave like my mother, Sarah Vance. They took everything from her – her life, her dignity – and then from me. Every sneer, every whispered insult, every moment of humiliation I endured was a necessary sacrifice, a foundation built on their scorn. But they were fools, hopelessly blinded by their arrogance. They had no idea who they were truly dealing with. Ethan, their precious golden boy, was just a finely crafted key, and I was learning every single one of its grooves. Let them think they were in control. The game, this grand, devastating game of revenge, had been mine all along.

Whispers of a Dark Prophecy

I clutched my Yale application, a symbol of hope amidst the stifling air of my own home. My parents, my brother, and my childhood friend Jake stood before me, a picture of familial expectation. But I heard their thoughts, a chaotic chorus of fear and malice. "Lock her down. Save Chloe," my father thought. Jake proposed eloping, ostensibly for love, but their true motives were horrifying: to stop me from going to college, to prevent me from 'destroying Chloe' s future' – all based on a 'prophet' s' twisted premonitions about me. My refusal ignited their true rage. They stripped me of my agency, condemning my ambition as a 'dark path' to protect their 'blessed' Chloe. Every success I had ever achieved they twisted into a tool for villainy. My chronic illness, initially dismissed as 'drama,' became their excuse for outright torture: confinement, forced sedatives, and a dog leash chained to my ankle. They genuinely believed I had to be stopped, by any means necessary. How could a family be so utterly consumed by such a delusional prophecy, twisting every fiber of their love into a suffocating paranoia? How could they view me, their own daughter, as a malevolent force simply for wanting a future? The betrayal from Jake, someone I once crushed on, cut deeper than their predictable malice, as he chose their twisted narrative over me. But even held captive, my will wasn't broken. With my last ounce of strength, I penned a desperate 'SOS,' pressing it into Chloe's hand. This was my final gamble, my last hope to break free, to expose their monstrous delusion, and to reclaim my destiny, even if it cost me everything.

The Woman Who Moved On

It was my 28th birthday, spent alone in a lavish mansion, a single cupcake my only company. My husband, Ethan, a media mogul, saw me as little more than a convenient accessory, oblivious to the aggressive brain cancer secretly consuming me. So I signed the divorce papers, faked my own demise with my best friend' s help, and vanished, releasing him from a marriage he barely acknowledged. He went on to pursue his college sweetheart, thinking himself finally "free" – but soon, his perfect life unraveled as he realized the vacuum I' d left, plunging him into a torment of regret as he believed I was dead. Months later, I woke up in a different hospital, given a second chance at life by an experimental treatment and a caring doctor, but with no memory of my past, particularly of Ethan, the man I' d loved in secret. My new doctor claimed to be my loving husband, and together we built a beautiful life, complete with a joyful daughter, while Ethan desperately searched for the "dead" wife he never truly saw. Now, imagine his raw despair when he finally finds me, radiant and thriving, only to hear me say, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know you," embracing my new family and utterly refusing to let his painful past haunt my hard-won peace.

Reborn to Reject: The Heiress's Final Choice

Ava Vanderbilt, heiress to an old-money fortune, was born into a gilded cage. Twice before, she'd lived this life, destined to marry one of the "Golden Trio" – Ethan, Liam, or Noah. But in every lifetime, their hearts, and all their sacrifices, belonged to Isabella "Izzy" Rossi, the conniving estate manager's daughter. Izzy, a master manipulator, always played the innocent victim, while Ava endured public humiliation, neglect, and the painful ruin of her husbands. Now, reborn a third time, Ava faced the same suffocating expectations. She refused to repeat the past, rejecting the trio and choosing Julian Mercer, a sharp-minded tech mogul, for a marriage of strategic stability. But Izzy wouldn't release her hold. At Ava's engagement party, Izzy unleashed a public spectacle, portraying herself as a tragic martyr and manipulating the trio into abandoning Ava yet again. They stormed off, pledging their devotion to Izzy, leaving Ava to face a ballroom full of shocked onlookers. How could these powerful men be so utterly blind, so completely enthralled by such transparent deceit? The bitter taste of repeated betrayal, and the sheer audacity of Izzy's endless drama, ignited a cold fury within Ava. This time, Ava Vanderbilt would not just escape her fate; she would dismantle the masquerade entirely. With Julian's unexpected and unwavering support, she vowed to expose Izzy, free herself from her past tormentors, and forge a life undeniably her own.

The Phoenix Artist

Sarah Miller, an acclaimed artist, was finally returning to New York for her biggest solo exhibition, "Echoes in Sterling," ready to embrace a future with her kind and steady fiancé, Liam Chen. But a single shocking headline-"Vanderbilt Heir Embroiled in New Scandal"-ripped through her carefully constructed peace, dragging her back to a past she' d fought for years to bury. Years ago, she' d saved an injured, amnesiac man she called 'Leo,' building a world of pure, selfless love in her cramped Brooklyn studio, his devotion marked by her initials tattooed over his heart. Yet, when his memory returned, revealing him as Ethan Vanderbilt, scion of a powerful real estate empire, that tender love shattered under the weight of his family' s expectations and a pre-arranged engagement to the formidable Isabelle Harrington. The cruel denouement came at a lavish gala: Isabelle, with Ethan watching, orchestrated the public destruction of Sarah' s art and even tore her deceased grandmother' s cherished locket from her neck. Ethan, the man who once promised her the world, stood by, dismissing her despair as "making a scene," his betrayal complete. With nothing left but a two-million-dollar check, a chilling price for her silence, Sarah fled New York, vowing to transform her agony into art. Now, she' s back, a celebrated artist on her own terms, but the city that broke her whispers with old ghosts, and the man who betrayed her has evolved into something far more dangerous, obsessed with a warped form of atonement.

Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."

Purchased A Mr. Right

Doing a part-time job in a speakeasy bar, Wendy got drunk unexpectedly. When she woke up, she found that she was regarded as a call girl and lost her virginity. After having a one-night stand with Charlie, an incredibly handsome man, Wendy threw out two hundred dollars to defend her own dignity. However, Wendy's arrogant actions annoyed Charlie, who grabbed Wendy back to bed repeatedly for revenge. "What do you want?" Wendy was annoyed. "Be responsible for what I did to you." Charlie smiled. "But how?" Wendy continued. "By keeping sleeping with you."

Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."

The CEO's Runaway Wife

To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"

The Despised Son-in-law Strikes Back

"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman-the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!

The Alpha King's Hated Slave

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .