From Frumpy to CEO: Her Reckoning

Broken Vows, A Scientist's Revenge

My husband, a powerful tech mogul, stole my sister' s posthumous research award. He gave it to his young protégé. The same woman who killed my sister. He didn't just steal her legacy. He threatened to destroy my lab and my life's work-the cure for the very cancer that took our family-if I didn't publicly endorse his mistress. When I confronted him, he let her destroy my irreplaceable samples. Then, he had my hands, the hands of a neuroscientist, systematically broken to ensure I could never work again. He imprisoned me, forcing me to sign away my entire career and publicly apologize for crimes I didn't commit. He called it "discipline," a lesson I needed to learn. How could the man who swore to protect me become my personal tormentor? But as I lay in a hospital bed, broken and alone, a text message lit up my screen: "Need help? I owe your family a debt." He thought he had erased me. He had only forged me into a weapon.

I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me

I was just a small-town Montana girl, fresh off the bus in New York, when I landed a paralegal gig at Sterling, Cromwell & Finch – the Everest of law firms. Then Ethan Sterling, the devastatingly handsome senior partner, noticed me. A kiss, a secret, an "arrangement." For four years, I was his dirty little secret, hidden in the shadows of his gleaming towers. But then Seraphina Blake, Ethan's long-lost love, returned, and I was instantly demoted from mistress to...convenience. Humiliated, framed for theft, I resigned, my career in flames. Why did I let him use me for so long? Was I really that blinded by his charm and power? How could I have been so stupid? Now, he needs me again. His precious Seraphina is desperate to win a charity dance competition, but her partner broke his leg. He wants me to step in, dance with her, pretend everything is fine. After all she did? Hell no! I'm done being convenient. I'm done being a placeholder. This time, I choose me. I'm going to expose Seraphina for the viper she is, and maybe, just maybe, find some real happiness in the process. Prepare for a showdown, NYC's elite, Montana's coming for you!

Reborn: His Betrayal, My Fortune

A faint, shimmering gold mark pulsed on my inner wrist, a birthright that let me see glimpses of the future. It was also the reason I died. In my last life, my stepsister, Bethany Vance, with her gaudy gold bracelet, completely fooled our father, faking prophetic abilities that mimicked my own. He adored her, while I was nothing more than a bargaining chip, handed off to Ethan Blackwood' s estranged brother, Liam. I sacrificed everything for Liam, only for him to sneer, "A trick. All of it. Just to get power," moments before his fingers closed around my throat on our wedding night. Then, darkness. Now, I was back, in the same opulent ballroom, on the very day my father would announce the engagements. I watched Bethany preen as my father declared her engagement to Ethan, the Blackwood heir. Then came my turn. "And I am also pleased to announce the engagement of my other daughter, Ava, to Mr. Liam Blackwood." The applause was noticeably weaker. The familiar sting of being second-best, but this time, it was fuel. The grand doors burst open. Liam Blackwood stormed in, ignoring everyone but my father and Bethany. "I reject this arrangement. I' m not marrying Ava. I am here for Bethany." He offered a blank equity deed for her hand, dismissing me as he left. "You and I are finished. Bethany is the one with the true gift. She is the future of both our families. Not her." In my past life, I would have shattered. This time, a cold, simmering rage ignited. "Liam," I said, my voice low and steady. "You think you know what you want. But you are a fool." He hissed, "Bethany' s abilities are proven. What do you have? Nothing." I met his gaze, a cold smile touching my lips. "I have the truth." I turned my back on him. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I would destroy him. And I would take everything he ever wanted for myself.

I Married The Villain To Destroy You

I stared at the two faint pink lines on the stick, the miracle I had bled for over three years. I was finally pregnant. Then, my phone buzzed with a video message from an unknown number. It was my husband, Marco. He wasn't at a business meeting. He was at a club, his hand up the skirt of a woman named Sienna. "She is barren. She is useless," Marco laughed on the screen, promising his mistress the world if she gave him a son. He was stealing millions from my company to fund her life, while I played the perfect, submissive wife. But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity. At the family gala, his grandmother publicly humiliated me by pinning the family heirloom on Sienna's fake baby bump, crowning her the new matriarch. When I confronted them at the race track, Sienna pushed me down a flight of concrete stairs. As I lay on the asphalt, bleeding and losing the very child Marco had desperately prayed for, he didn't help me. He spat on me. "You crazy bitch," he snarled, checking on his mistress while his real son died inside me. He didn't know he had just killed his own heir. And he didn't know that the man stepping out of the shadows to pick me up wasn't a paramedic. It was Dante Moretti, the most dangerous Capo in New York and Marco's sworn enemy. I looked at Marco one last time. "Our marriage is dead." I took the enemy's hand. Marco wanted a war? I was about to burn his entire world to the ground.

A Wife's Ultimate Sacrifice

My sister, Jayda, stumbled at a charity gala, splashing a drink near Diamond Hampton' s prized show dog. It was a simple mistake. The reaction was not. Diamond' s security guards, men built like refrigerators, brutally beat Jayda, leaving her crumpled on the polished floor. My husband, Alex Wade, Diamond' s head of security, blocked me from reaching her. "You need to be quiet, Erica," he said, his face an unreadable mask, as his men dragged my bleeding sister away. He dismissed her injuries, claiming she shouldn' t have startled the dog, and forbade me from calling the police or talking to the press. He even threatened Jayda' s life if I caused a problem for Ms. Hampton. Later, he forced me to play my cello for Diamond until my fingers bled, then smashed the instrument. He then demanded I undergo a hysterectomy to appease Diamond, who claimed she couldn' t have children because of him. I was screaming, "That' s not a debt, Alex. That' s a sacrifice. And you' re not sacrificing yourself. you' re sacrificing me!" He let his men drag me to a private clinic where Diamond, in a white coat, watched as a doctor performed the procedure without anesthetic.

Too Late For Sorry

The news broke on a Tuesday. Olivia Reynolds, a celebrated artist, found herself targeted by a major art blog accusing her of blatant plagiarism. Her acclaimed piece, "Urban Echo," was displayed side-by-side with similar works by an unknown European artist, igniting a war zone of online comments declaring her a "Fraud" and calling to "Cancel her." Her boyfriend, Ethan Miller, a respected art critic, didn't defend her. Instead, he confessed to orchestrating the whole thing to protect his protégé, Chloe Davis, claiming Chloe had made a "youthful mistake." He dismissed Olivia's pain as "dramatic" and a "performance," highlighting her struggle with depression as mere "attention." The betrayal only deepened when her gallery terminated its representation, cancelling all her shows. Chloe, feigning empathy, then explicitly told Olivia that Ethan had chosen her because her career was "more important," rubbing salt in the wound until Olivia shattered a glass in a fit of despair, cutting her hand. Ethan, without a glance at Olivia's injury, sided with Chloe, who accused Olivia of attacking her. Ethan and Chloe were seen making their official debut at a gala, dancing on Olivia's professional grave. A text message then arrived, "You should kill yourself, you thieving bitch," accompanied by a photo of her with a gun pointed at her head. Standing on her balcony, teetering on the edge, Olivia made one last desperate call to Ethan. "I'm on the ledge, Ethan," she whispered. But he laughed, dismissing her plea as a bid for "attention." The line went dead as Chloe's laughter echoed in the background. With nowhere else to turn, Olivia stepped into the void.

When Love Is A Lie

Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"

Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it's another business document. Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine. The only rule? Don't fall in love. I broke it. He didn't. So I'm cashing out. Thirty days from now, I'm gone. But now he's noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me. He says he'll never let me go. But he has no idea I'm already halfway out the door. How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

Love's Sweetest Surprise: From Brokenhearted To Billionaire's Wife

For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."

The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle

I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me. Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years. The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought. I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction. With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun.

The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"