Regretful Man, Redeemed Woman

The Stoic Nurse's Obsession: My Secret Queen

At St. Jude’s Prep, I was the "scholarship waste" in a sea of navy blue blazers and old money. I purposely handed in a blank placement exam, accepting a spot in the remedial track just to gain access to the school's high-speed server backbone. While my teachers mocked my "inevitable failure," I was secretly fighting a digital war. I intercepted a high-level breach by the notorious hacker Black Eagle, bricking his hardware and neutralizing the threat before he could touch the school’s financial records. But at home, the victory tasted like ash. My socialite mother, Inger, called me a "useless stain" and a "waste of space" over a dinner of roast beef and expensive wine. My stepsister Erika mocked my lack of talent, never realizing that the "freak" she despised had just earned a $50,000 bounty for a single hour of work. I lived as a ghost, hiding my genius behind a frayed gray hoodie and a mask of indifference. I thought I was invisible, but the school nurse, Fielding Pickett, saw through my cover, tracing my pulse and my code with predatory precision. "Nice code, Ruiz," he whispered, a warning that my sanctuary was crumbling. The pressure finally broke me. I collapsed in the infirmary with a 103-degree fever, my secret identity hanging by a thread. As I lay half-conscious on the cot, the IT administrator burst in, screaming that the Dark Web had just put a million-dollar bounty on the head of a hacker named "Q." Fielding leaned over me, his eyes dark and knowing, as the world outside began hunting for my life. "I've got you, Q," he whispered, just as the darkness took me.

When His Love Became My Torture

For five years after an accident stole his memory, my husband Ethan treated me like a ghost. He flaunted his affair with his mistress, Kasey, while I endured their daily cruelty, hoping the man I loved would return. My escape was planned to the last detail, a contract that would give me back our gallery and my freedom. But they found out. Kasey framed me for hurting her children, then had them spray acid on my hands. Ethan, consumed by her lies, dragged me to a museum for his final, brutal act of punishment. He had my mouth, eyes, and ears sewn shut. Then he hung me upside down for the world to see. He thought he had broken me. But he didn't know about the hidden cameras. Or the powerful family I had kept secret. They left me for dead, but they only started a war.

The Scapegoat Wife's Ultimate Comeback

Everyone told me I was "too much," but billionaire Conor Hudson seemed to love my chaotic energy. I thought his quiet demeanor was a safe harbor. I was wrong. His silence wasn't love; it was a cage he built to hide his obsession with his adopted sister, Hillery. When Hillery committed a hit-and-run, Conor didn't call the police. He grabbed me, his eyes cold and terrifying, and demanded I take the fall for her. "You're my wife," he snarled. "You owe me this." When I refused to be their scapegoat, he imprisoned me in a windowless room, weaponizing my severe claustrophobia to break my mind. That' s when I uncovered the sickest truth of all. Hillery wasn't just his lover. She was a fraud who had stolen my dead sister's art legacy-and was the very reason my sister was murdered. Conor thought he could torture me into silence. Instead, I escaped. On the night of Hillery's lavish engagement party, I hijacked the global live stream. I looked into the camera, smiling at the husband watching in horror. "I' m giving you exactly what you wanted, Conor. You' re free."

Rejected Proposal, Found Forever

The air in the Hayes family ballroom was thick with money and expectation. Five years. It had been five years since Ethan Miller, a man on the cover of tech magazines, had last stood in a room like this, surrounded by the same welcoming, curious faces. Then he saw her. Chloe Hayes, weaving through the crowd, a vision in silver. She stopped before him and got down on one knee, producing a ring from a small, velvet box. "Ethan Miller," Chloe announced, her voice ringing with confidence. "I was a fool to let you go. Marry me." Everyone stared at him, their faces glowing with anticipation, recalling the boy who loved Chloe with a desperate, all-consuming passion. But Ethan's gaze was flat. His mind drifted back to their engagement party five years ago, the night she stood on a stage and accused him of being a fraud, claiming he stole the technology meant to make his name-all to protect another man. The memory didn't sting anymore; it was just a fact. He finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Chloe. I can't accept." Whispers erupted. Chloe's perfect facade cracked. "Moved on? Ethan, don't be ridiculous. It's always been you and me." "No," he corrected gently. "It was you and me. It isn't anymore. I'm married." As if on cue, a woman with warm, intelligent eyes and a little girl with Ethan's dark hair entered the ballroom. "Daddy!" the little girl cried, running to him. Ethan knelt, not for Chloe, but for his daughter. Chloe remained on the floor, the ring box in her hand, her reality shattered. "No, this isn't real. You're lying." "I don't entertain trash, Chloe," Ethan said, his voice cold. His wife, Sarah, stepped forward, fierce and protective. "He's my husband. We were married three years ago. If you continue to harass my family, I will see you in court." Ethan turned his back on Chloe, walking away with Sarah and Lily. He was finally, completely free.

The Sterling Contract: From Obligation to Love

The humid air in front of the Marriage Bureau was thick with my unease. I was marrying a stranger, Julian Sterling, a man as cold and imposing as his family's fortune, all to save my family from ruin. Just as I thought I'd survived the sham ceremony, my ex, Caleb, and his fiancée, Chloe, appeared, dripping with condescension. Chloe, whose family had crushed my father's business, smirked about her upcoming lavish wedding, intending to humiliate me. Suddenly, a wave of defiant fury washed over me. I clung to Julian' s arm, forcing a syrupy smile, declaring we'd be there, and then brandished our freshly signed marriage certificate, promising his legal team would handle any further slander. My cold husband' s indifferent confirmation froze Caleb, making Chloe' s triumphant facade crumble. But their shock soon turned to malice, as Chloe escalated her attacks, spreading vile, AI-generated intimate photos of me across my university forum, aiming to destroy my reputation and career. The university dismissed my pleas, leaving me alone and shattered, walking aimlessly towards the Hudson, feeling utterly hopeless and violated. Why was this happening to me? Just when I thought I was completely adrift, Julian, the man who cared about nothing, found me. He was enraged, not at me, but at the injustice, revealing he' d already unleashed his formidable resources, tracing the digital assault directly back to Chloe. He secured her suspension and initiated a police investigation. In that moment, he wasn't just my contract husband; he was my unexpected protector, and for the first time, I felt a fragile thread of hope, ready to fight back.

Her Cruelest Choice

I was an ancient nature spirit, bound by a vow to protect the Beaumont family, a debt paid by saving young Clara-Belle from a deadly sickness, transforming myself into a human and pouring my essence into a spectral snake that rested on my arm. She became my wife, but her childhood sweetheart, Beauford, returned, whispering tales of magic to cure his feigned illness. Then, Clara-Belle, the woman I loved, looked me dead in the eye and flatly demanded my snake' s heart for Beauford, calling it "just a snake" as if it weren't my very spirit. I felt every agonizing slice as they cut the heart out, my strength draining, my hair turning white, a pain so profound it ripped through my very being, yet she only showed annoyance at my "drama" while Beauford reveled in my torment, plotting to boil what remained of my essence into a "revitalizing stew," then setting a cruel hawk on my fading form. How could she forget the life I poured into her, the sacrifice I made, the vows she swore, trading true magic for a charlatan' s lies and calling me a trickster for the very protection that shielded her family from a centuries-old curse? With my essence unmade and my heart utterly broken by her betrayal, I shattered the ancient plaque symbolizing my vow, and as my human form shimmered and faded, a cosmic voice called me to ascend, leaving behind the mortal realm and my tormentors to face the true consequence of their monstrous acts.

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.

Her Marriage Was A Lie, Her Happy Ending Wasn't

Three years into marriage, Rachael gave her all to Xander, even secretly using her newfound heiress fortune to save his struggling company. But the truth shattered her—her marriage certificate was fake, and his "childhood friend" was his real wife all along. When she confronted him, he shrugged her off with, "She's just a friend." Enough was enough. Rachael went back to her real family, soared in her career, and married Xander's rival. When Xander begged for another chance, her new husband pulled her close, flashing their marriage certificate. "She's already married—to me."

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner—my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend’s apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I’d spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend’s face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

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."

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

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.