A Father's Vengeance: For Rosie's Voice

Betrayed by the Alpha Twins: Her Second Chance

I sat on the edge of the cold hospital bed, clutching a positive pregnancy test. Two pink lines. An Alpha's pup. I thought this miracle would finally save me from my life as an invisible, latent wolf in the Holden Pack. But when I ran to the club to tell Anthony the news, I heard his voice through the door, cold as ice. "I am an Alpha. Do you really think I would touch a cripple like you?" Then, his identical twin brother, Emmanuel, laughed. "I don't know, Ant. She's tight. I've enjoyed warming your bed for you these past six months." My blood ran cold. It was Mating Fraud. The man I loved hadn't touched me once; he had let his brother use me as a proxy. When they caught me listening, they didn't apologize. Anthony used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees, crushing me with his aura. "Get rid of the thing in your belly," he sneered. "Bastards aren't allowed in the Holden Pack." They exiled me to the toxic Mining District so Anthony could marry my high school bully, Bianca. They forced me to jump off a cliff for "training." They watched Bianca poison my soup and saved her instead of me. To save my unborn child from being murdered by its own father, I had to make the heartbreaking choice to terminate the pregnancy myself. They thought I was dead after pushing me into traffic on the morning of their wedding. But I dragged my broken body to a terminal and hacked the church's livestream. As Anthony stood at the altar, the massive screens turned black, and their recorded confession boomed through the speakers. "Game on, Alpha," I whispered, turning my back on the city. I was going to the war-torn Borderlands to die. Instead, I found the one thing they never expected me to become. The White Wolf.

Left To Burn: My Husband's Betrayal

For ten years, I loved Holden Jackson, even marrying him knowing I was just a stand-in for his true love, Isabelle. I played the part of the perfect, predictable wife, hoping one day he' d finally see me. That hope died the night our mansion caught fire. He burst into our smoke-filled bedroom, looked right at me, then scooped up our dog and ran, leaving me to burn. It was a chilling echo of the day I miscarried our child, screaming for him while he comforted Isabelle next door. He never came for me then, and he didn't come for me now. In that inferno, watching him save the dog over his own wife, I didn't feel pain or anger. I felt nothing. The naive girl who loved him was finally dead, incinerated along with my last shred of hope. So when I woke up in the hospital to a text confirming my divorce was final, I didn't cry. I booked a one-way ticket to Geneva. This time, I was choosing to save myself. Here we go.

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.

His Reckless Love, Her Bitter End

Connor Harris and I grew up in the gray world of foster care, vowing to build a life that was only ours. That dream shattered the day his long-lost, wealthy family found him and swept him away, leaving me behind. His mother made it clear I wasn't welcome. She offered me a million dollars to disappear from his life forever. I refused, believing our love was priceless. That belief led to a secret marriage, a cruel three-year contract to produce an heir, and my ultimate failure. They brought in a surrogate, Kassie, who didn't just carry his child—she stole his heart.

My Brother, My Captor

My parents died in Hurricane Antoine, and my brother Liam lost the use of his legs saving me. Or so I believed. For years, I slaved under the Louisiana sun, ignoring my own pain, funneling every cent into his supposed care. Then, strange, glowing texts flickered into my vision, revealing a horrifying truth: “She has no idea the 'medical bills' are just his entry fees for the swamp boat races.” My world shattered when I confronted Liam, not a cripple, but agile and triumphant, kissing Chloe Dubois – the woman who called herself his "friend." His cruel laughter echoed as he revealed his "disability" was a lie, blaming me for our parents’ deaths with chilling precision. They saw my years of sacrifice as a joke, a twisted game. When I tried to escape, he sabotaged me, leaving me homeless and attacking the kind professor who offered me aid. How could the brother who once protected me harbor such profound hatred? Was my entire life a cruel charade, meticulously scripted by Chloe to cast me as "cannon fodder" in their twisted love story? The suffocating weight of this predetermined fate pushed me to the brink. Yet, a profound choice loomed. Liam, facing death, finally deciphered Chloe’s insidious manipulations, revealing the true narrative of our lives. In a desperate, final act, he accepted his fate, sacrificing himself to shatter her cruel script and erase my agonizing memories. His sacrifice gifted me peace and a new beginning, leaving only a lingering, blurred sense of a love that defied all odds.

The Scheming Husband's Downfall

The phone rang, shattering the quiet. It was the police. My parents. Gone. Just like that. My world collapsed, leaving me drowning in debt and sorrow. Then, Ethan Miller, my fiancé, stepped in, a savior from a powerful family. He handled everything, defying his grandfather, who despised me as the "daughter of a bankrupt failure." We married, and for five years, he was the perfect husband, encouraging my dreams of rebuilding. I poured my soul into ninety-nine startups, each failing catastrophically. Investors pulled out, competitors mimicked my ideas, my data leaked. Ethan always picked up the pieces, assuring me, "The tech world is brutal. We'll try again." On the anniversary of our first date, I decided to surprise him at his office with red roses. But the door was ajar, and I heard him talking to his best friend, Chad. "Every one of Olivia's 'failures' has been a building block for Sarah's success," Ethan said, his voice light with amusement. Sarah Chen. His childhood sweetheart. The rising tech star I'd always admired. "So you gave her Olivia's data? Again?" Chad asked. "Of course. Sarah needed it. Olivia is… a great incubator for ideas," Ethan replied. The roses slipped from my hand, scattering on the cold marble floor. My ninety-nine failures weren't bad luck. They were deliberate sabotage, orchestrated by my own husband. He didn't save me; he married me to steal my ideas, my soul, for another woman. The heartbreak was immense, but underneath it, a cold, hard fury stirred. He thought I was weak, a failure he could control. He was wrong. I turned and ran, not from fear, but ignited by a single, burning decision. I was done with this life. I would not just leave. I would burn their world to the ground.

The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone

Kara was diagnosed with cancer, and her unborn child could not be kept. Kara planned to end the pregnancy, get a divorce, and face her impending death with equanimity, allowing Davin and his new love, Alyse, to be together. But Davin had no intention of letting her go so easily. He and the increasingly frail Kara were inseparable day and night, just to leave a child for the infertile Alyse. Kara lay dying in her hospital bed, crying and laughing, pleading, "I'll give you my life, please let me go." Later, the cold and aloof man knelt before Kara's tombstone, holding gardenias day and night, his eyes red as he murmured, "Baby, stop it, come back."

Invisible To Her Bully

Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible. Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully. During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin. As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah. Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies? Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside.

Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase

Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.

Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"