The Gala of Lies: A Paternity Unveiled

Done Being A Shadow: The Wife's Escape

On the day I finally pried open the locked drawer in Marcus’s study, I didn't find a surprise anniversary gift. I found a shrine to my father's business partner, Izzy. Photos of a woman who looked exactly like me stared back. That was when I realized my marriage was nothing more than an expensive lie. I wasn't his wife; I was a customized substitute for the woman he couldn't have. The nightmare worsened when scalding soup was spilled at a restaurant. Marcus didn't hesitate. He threw his body over Izzy to shield her, leaving me to take the full force of the burns. Later, while I lay in the hospital bandaged and in agony, he didn't come to comfort me. He came to demand I donate a kidney to save Izzy. "If we both needed a kidney, who would you choose?" I asked him, desperate for a lie. "Izzy," he said instantly. "She has so much more to do." He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know that while he was begging me to save his mistress, the stress was killing his unborn child. I wiped my tears and laughed. "Okay," I said. I signed the divorce papers and left them on his desk. On top of them, I placed a medical report dated that morning: *Spontaneous Abortion.* Then, I boarded a one-way flight to Montana and vanished, leaving him to wake up to a world where he had saved his mistress but killed his family.

Death of a Love, Birth of a Ghost

My sister Ivanna's son was dying. His leukemia had returned, and he needed a bone marrow transplant immediately. My husband, Jaimen, didn't hesitate. His cold eyes landed on our five-year-old daughter, Lily, playing in the corner. "Use Lily's," he said. "Her marrow is a perfect match." When I refused, he and my own sister pinned me to the floor. They ignored my screams as doctors held down my terrified daughter and performed the extraction. They took too much. Lily died the next day of cardiac arrest. Then, they had me beaten and dumped my body in a dark alley, leaving me to die alone. For three years, Jaimen believed I had run away out of spite. He cursed my name, telling everyone I was a venomous woman who had murdered our daughter to get back at him. Now, Timothy's leukemia is back, and Jaimen has launched a massive, city-wide manhunt. He is threatening to torture my mother to force me out of hiding, vowing to break my legs and make me kneel. He has no idea his search will lead him to two graves. And that my ghost is watching his every move, waiting for the moment he finally learns the truth.

His Obsession, Her Agony

"I want a divorce, Ethan." The words came out, quiet but steady, hanging in the sterile air as my husband, Ethan, stopped swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He didn' t look at me, but at my reflection in the dark, floor-to-ceiling window. "No," he stated, his eyes cold and empty, "You' re my wife, Autumn. You don' t get to leave." I clutched my suitcase, my knuckles white, heart a frantic drum. He smiled, a slow, cruel curve of his lips, a monster I now saw clearly. "Aren' t you? I own this house. I own the clothes you' re wearing. I own your career, what' s left of it." He ignored my whispered pleas, stroked my hair, then grabbed my arm, fingers digging in. "After what you did? After you killed your sister?" The old accusation, his favorite weapon, slicing me open. "You drove her to it. She' s dead because of you. And you will spend the rest of your life making it up to me." Tears burned my eyes as he yanked me closer, the smell of whiskey on his breath. "You belong to me. In this life and the next. Did you forget your vows? Till death do us part." His hand connected with my cheek, a sharp crack, and I fell, tasting blood. He loomed, not a trace of remorse. "This is your fault, Autumn. All of it." He nudged my suitcase. "Unpack. We' re having dinner with my business partners tonight. Wear the blue dress. And smile." Lying there, a plan began to form. He was right about one thing. Only death would part us. So I would die.

His Wife's Deadly Deception

The memory of our eighth anniversary was burned into my mind, a perfect image of how my life fell apart. My wife, Olivia, tearfully confessed to a one-night stand, blaming her assistant, Leo. She even picked up a shard of broken wine glass and dragged it across her arm. I loved her, and consumed by my own pain and desperate to save our marriage, I chose to believe her. Two years later, Leo sat across from me in a coffee shop, smug, and ready to shatter my world. "She played you for a fool, Ethan," he said, sliding a thick manila envelope across the table. Inside were photographs: Olivia and Leo, together, smiling, happy. Three years. A timeline that meant she was with him even before she "confessed." Then came the final blow: "Our son, Ethan. He's a year old now. Looks just like me." My world tilted, every intimate moment, every shared smile, every "I love you" of the past three years twisting into a grotesque lie. When I confronted Olivia, her response was chilling, laced with a casual defiance that curdled my blood. "The Hayes family doesn't do divorce," she said, her voice dropping to a low, chilling tone. "We only get widowed." The woman I loved was a monster, seeing me as a tool, an obstacle in her elaborate scheme. Trapped, I knew I couldn't fight her family's power. There was only one person who could help me disappear so completely she would think I was dead. I dialed the number to my estranged sister, Sarah, the family ghost.

The Outcast's Wife: A Clarkson Reclaimed

They say everything' s bigger in Texas, and in my family, that included our legacy: the Clarkson golden bloodline, a unique line of genetically superior cattle that made us legends. I was raised to see the world through that lens, to spot vitality and prime breeding stock not just in our herds, but in the men I was expected to marry. In my last life, that precise skill failed me. It led me straight to Ethan Scott, the epitome of peak genetic fitness, and it led me to my death. He drained me of my "vital blood" to save his frail girlfriend, Jennifer, leaving me bleeding out on a stable floor, our unborn children dying with me. His face, handsome and utterly unconcerned, was the last thing I saw before darkness took me. He took everything. My life, my future, our children. And Jennifer died anyway, making my brutal sacrifice utterly meaningless. My only witness, my only mourner, was Caleb Hughes, the broken outcast of the badlands, who found my body and gave me a quiet burial. Why him? Why would the man marketed as perfect, with flawless genes, be capable of such chilling, casual cruelty? How could I have been so wrong? But now, I am reborn. I'm standing in our grand living room, my parents beaming, and before me stand six men-the "finest young men in Texas"-including Ethan Scott, smiling his same charming, deadly smile. My mother says it' s time to choose. This time, I' ve already made my choice. And it' s not him.

The Surrogate's Ordeal

Sarah Miller believed in her perfect marriage to Michael Thompson, a kind, strong former Army Ranger. He gifted her a silver locket, a cherished heirloom for "protection," a symbol of their unbreakable love. But Michael's attention increasingly shifted to Chloe Ashford, a fragile D.C. power broker's daughter, whom he claimed he had to protect. Sarah felt a growing unease, unaware the locket he gave her was covertly monitoring her, its hidden circuitry linked directly to Chloe. One night, Sarah overheard Michael on a secure line: "Protocol Seven is active... Pre-emptive measures for the Surrogate." Immediately, she was ambushed, abducted, and brutally tortured. As her locket snapped, it exposed its true, sinister purpose, broadcasting Michael's cold, professional directives to her tormentors. He was using her agony as a "diversion" for Chloe's "stabilization." Her entire marriage was a calculated lie, her role a disposable "Surrogate" for the mysterious "Aegis Initiative." The ultimate betrayal struck when she realized she was pregnant with his child, a life imperiled by his monstrous orchestration. How could the man she loved, her protector, willingly destroy her and their baby for another? Then came the tearing pain; her baby, sacrificed for Chloe, was gone. With her last agonizing breath, Sarah hid truth-telling evidence, ensuring her story, though tragic, would become Michael' s chilling reckoning. This was the prelude to a terrifying cascade of events where love became a weapon, and secrets refused to stay buried.

Get Back The Abandoned Luna

The night I discovered my husband's whore was carrying his heir, I smiled for the cameras-and plotted his ruin. Scarlett was born a queen-heir to a powerful legacy, Luna of the Dark Moon Pack by blood and by sacrifice. She gave everything to Alexander: her love, her loyalty, her life. In return, he paraded his mistress before their pack... and dared to call it duty. But Scarlett won't be another broken woman weeping in the shadows. She'll wear her crown of thorns with pride, tear down every lie built around her, and when she strikes, it will be glorious. The Alpha forgot that the woman he betrayed is far more dangerous than the girl who once loved him.

THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME

After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for. James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world. Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? " But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day. James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

Rebirth of the Broken Luna: A Second Chance at Luna's Heart

Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.

The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO

"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning...

Irresistible Seduction: Married For Deception, Loved For Real

Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."