Building My Own Empire

He Murdered Our Son, I Faked My Death

A perfect afternoon shattered in an instant, taking my five-year-old son, Leo, who was skipping happily by my side. I was critically injured, rushed into surgery, my world already in pieces. But a strange genetic immunity to anesthetics meant I woke up. And I heard everything. My husband, Mark, calm and cold, told the doctor, "Remove her uterus. Make sure she can't have any more children." Then, a phone call. "The kid is handled," he muttered. "Payment is on its way." Leo wasn't an accident. He was "handled." My own husband had our son murdered, and was making me barren to clear obstacles for his other family – a mistress and the teenage son he' d hidden for years. Every shared moment, every memory, a calculated lie. My son' s short life, reduced to an inconvenience to be erased. At Leo's funeral, Mark, his secret family, and his mother celebrated, flaunting their wealth. His other son, Brody, deliberately kicked Leo's scattered ashes, sneering, "Guess he's really scattered now." The depths of their depravity turned my raw grief into a cold, unbreakable resolve. They thought me broken, unstable, weak. They had no idea that beneath my feigned unconsciousness, a different battle had just begun. I faked my own death, but my meticulous justice was just beginning.

The Son of Whisperwind

Our baby boy was gone, a tiny knitted cap all that remained. Seven months, and we nearly made it. But before I could even properly grieve, my wife, Izzy, obsessed over her ex, Julian. She' d already made the ultimate sacrifice for him: our son, a victim of a desperate, experimental "cure." Julian arrived like a conquering hero, smirking, ready to exploit our ancient, sacred land, Whisperwind Hollow, for his "wellness retreat." My mother, the Keeper of the Hollow, tried to warn them, and for that, she collapsed to Julian's taunts. Izzy, blinded by devotion, dismissed my pleas, then knocked me unconscious when I dared to defend myself. I woke up to hear they'd faked my death. I, the grieving father and son, was now a "dead man," manipulated, then "murdered" again, thrown into the raging river. But the true horror was yet to come: Izzy planned to use our baby' s ashes in a twisted ritual to "cleanse" Julian. The depths of her betrayal, the calculated cruelty, left me numb, then burning with a cold, clear rage. Pulled from the river by those loyal to the Hollow, I finally understood. This land, my heritage, it amplifies what's within. Julian' s darkness would be his undoing, and Izzy's choices, her folly-they brought us here. Now, alive and hidden, I would become what I was always meant to be: the true Keeper, ready to reflect their malice back at them.

The Billionaire Surgeon's Deadly Secret

My wedding was just around the corner. Instead, I was in a hospital watching my mother, Eleanor, fight for her life. She'd suffered a massive heart attack, triggered when she found my fiancé and best friend, Sarah, together in my bed. Doctors said she needed a new heart; I, a perfect match, gave mine without a second thought. But my mother died, despite my sacrifice. I woke up with a state-of-the-art artificial heart, enduring a dull, persistent ache that became my constant shadow for seven agonizing years. Julian, the renowned cardiothoracic surgeon who performed the transplant, became my 'savior' and then my husband, showering me with concern. Then, a whispered conversation cut through the silence of his study, turning my world upside down. I overheard Julian confessing everything: he orchestrated my mother's illness and death to steal my healthy heart, not for her, but for his beloved stepsister, Chloe. He even admitted he saw me as a mere 'vessel,' a backup plan for Chloe's well-being. The woman now living with my original heart, Chloe, later gleefully admitted she was the one who engineered my mother's heart attack. The realization was a punch to the gut, a burning injustice that consumed me. My seven years of suffering, my mother's death, my shattered life – all for a manipulative scheme. My body was failing, but my spirit, fueled by rage and a cold, clear determination, ignited. I would not just survive; I would expose them, reclaim my life, and ensure they paid for every single beat of pain they had inflicted.

The Price of Devotion: His Other Woman's Lies

I was Sarah Miller, Marcus Thorne' s wife, a public asset in his gleaming empire. Our life, from galas to high-stakes business, was a meticulously crafted facade. But Marcus' s true devotion was reserved for Vivian Hayes, his late partner' s widow and mother of his son, Leo. He canceled our feverish daughter Lily' s doctor' s appointment because Leo had a "sniffle." He fired a man for upsetting Vivian. I was always the shield, absorbing his neglect, but the line blurred when I confronted him about Vivian' s abuse of Lily. He didn' t just dismiss it; he raised his hand. Not at me, but at our own daughter. He slapped Lily, a sharp, sickening crack across her small cheek. Time stopped. Lily cried out, a small, choked sound. Marcus, his face a mask of cold indifference, simply muttered about "respecting Vivian." Later that night, reeking of Vivian' s cloying perfume, he attempted a reconciliation, only to abandon me again when she called with another supposed "panic attack." My little girl, her cheek still red, crept into my room, quietly, heartbreakingly. Her small hand found mine. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice clear despite the pain, "He' s left us for her a hundred times." Her words, old with a child' s painful wisdom, finally shattered the last, desperate shred of my endurance and hope. The final piece of my former self crumbled to dust. She looked at me, her eyes resolute. "Let' s go. We don' t need him." And in that moment, as she clung to me, I knew this wasn't just about escape. We wouldn't just leave quietly. No. We would make them pay. All of them.

Hunted By The Ones I Loved: A PMC's Reckoning

My name was Alex Mason, a PMC operator, and I thought I had it all: a thriving career, a top-tier team, and a beautiful fiancée, Sophia. But a mission gone sideways, thanks to my boss's arrogant son, ripped my world apart. The day after I reported it, my entire identity, every safe house, my very existence, was auctioned off on the dark web for pocket change. I went to Sophia, aching and bleeding, seeking refuge, only to overhear her on the phone, casually selling my real-time GPS coordinates and psychological profile like a cheap side hustle. My blood ran cold, but the true horror was yet to come. Weeks later, I woke up in a public hospital, a John Doe, my body broken. Sophia and her brother Derek stood by my bed, feigning concern, after they had drugged me, delivered me to my enemies, and filmed my brutal public beating to sell for $9.99 online. The woman I loved had not only betrayed me but profited from my utter humiliation. Stripped of everything, my dignity shattered, I was utterly broken. How could someone I was going to marry orchestrate such a monstrous act? Why did she want me destroyed, broadcasted for the world to see? They wanted Alex Mason dead, and that' s exactly what happened. My true identity buried, I emerged from the ashes of my old life. Under a new name, Ben Carter, I' m building a life I never thought possible, and this time, I won't just survive; I'll reclaim everything they stole.

Too Late For His Savior Complex

My boyfriend Ben and I had been together for seven years. He was the golden boy of our CS department, always helping everyone. But then Jessica, a new junior, entered the picture. His "mentorship" quickly escalated, from late-night, winky-face DMs to public declarations of needing his "heroic" help. When I expressed discomfort, Ben dismissed me, accusing me of being "sensitive" or "dramatic." He even publicly sided with Jessica during her fake apologies. He cancelled our anniversary trip to "save" her hackathon project. Jessica brazenly flaunted their cozy "study session" on social media, on my birthday. Campus rumors soon turned into a full-blown smear campaign, discrediting my academic achievements. The ultimate betrayal came when Ben weaponized my deepest trauma against me, calling me "paranoid." Then he actively sabotaged my career and punished my best friend for defending me. My heart shattered. How could the man I loved for seven years become this cold, cruel stranger, so blind to manipulation? I was heartbroken, but a cold anger ignited. I wouldn't just sit there and watch my life crumble. I quietly gathered every piece of evidence against Jessica's malicious scheme. I poured all my shattered energy into securing the most coveted internship in tech-the very one Ben had always dreamed of. The truth, and my triumph, were about to be revealed.

Divorcing The Tyrant: Falling For My Temptress Wife

If desire were a blade, their first encounter left him bleeding in silence. He'd built a life on peril and pleasure, armor forged from recklessness, never imagining a woman could make him lower his guard. But even with the truth veiled in lies, he was already in too deep-entangled in the game, and captivated by the player.

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...

Premiere Night Betrayal

I woke up from a car accident, my head pounding, to Ethan's hushed voice on the phone. Not sweet nothings to me, his injured fiancée, but a deal with his agent to steal my screenplay, "City of Echoes," and give it to A-lister Olivia Monroe. He planned to propose at the premiere, trap me with a ring, and erase me from the narrative of my own success, all for Olivia's comeback and his own glory. The agent, surprisingly, spilled the tea: my early career sacrifice to cover Ethan's plagiarism, and Olivia's involvement in the stress that led to my miscarriage, our baby now gone. Was my entire relationship a carefully woven web of lies, orchestrated by an ambitious man and a manipulative starlet? Then I saw that framed photo of me in Liam Sterling's office: a gesture of respect towards my writing. This realization made me start a new life plan: run, collaborate with Ethan's nemesis, and rewrite my history.

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...

The Lycan Prince's Puppy

"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."

The Wife He Designed

My life with Ethan Cole, the charismatic tech CEO, was perfect. I was his beloved wife, carrying our first child, convinced I was the center of his universe. But when my father fell ill, Ethan disappeared from my life, only to reappear in a crushing photo: his arm intimately around my successful cousin, Olivia Hayes. My world shattered. The betrayal ran deeper than I could have imagined. I discovered I was merely a meticulously chosen stand-in, a grotesque copy of Olivia, the woman he truly loved. He even desired our child to have *her* features, a living link to his obsession. Every tender gesture, every shared dream, was a calculated lie, meaning my marriage, my love, and my pregnancy were all built on his monstrous deceit. A cold rage blossomed within me; how could I have been so blind? He believed he owned me, that I would never leave, especially with a baby on the way, confident I was a compliant fool. He was terribly wrong. I would not be his vessel, his substitute. When he least expected it, while he was still flaunting his obsession, I quietly underwent an abortion. Then, using his arrogance against him, I meticulously orchestrated my escape, securing my divorce and vanishing without a trace. He thought he was playing me; I showed him exactly who was being played, leaving him a devastating truth about his own making.