Scandal, Love, and Redemption

Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire

I gave up my architectural career and used my family's fortune to build my husband Jace's empire. I thought we were a power couple, but I came home to find him intimately comforting another woman-Brenna, the pregnant fiancée of his late partner, who he'd moved into our home without my consent. When I confronted them, Brenna deliberately smashed my priceless, century-old family heirloom watch. In a blind rage, I slapped her. But instead of defending me, his wife, Jace violently shoved me to the floor. My head hit the hard marble, the physical pain nothing compared to the shock of his betrayal. He stood over me, his face twisted with fury, protecting her. "Don't you ever lay a hand on her!" he roared. He had put his hands on me. For her. In that moment, all the love I had for him died, replaced by a cold, burning rage. He had taken my dreams, my family's money, and now my dignity. I picked up my phone and made a single call. "Father," I whispered, my voice shaking. "It's over. And I want him ruined."

Ninety-Nine Times, Then No More

This was the ninety-ninth time I caught my husband, Chase Vargas, with another woman in our five-year marriage. I stood in the hotel doorway, numb, tired of the cheap perfume and his cold, familiar eyes. But this time, his mistress, a blonde woman, hissed, "He told me all about you. The pathetic wife he's stuck with because of some business deal. He said he can't stand the sight of you." Her words, meant to hurt, were things I already knew, things Chase had made sure I understood. Still, hearing them from a stranger felt like a new humiliation. She lunged, scratching my face, drawing blood. The sting was a surprising jolt in my numb world. I wrote her a check, a routine part of this pathetic scene. Then my phone rang. It was Chase, calling from across the room. "What are you doing? Are you making a scene? Clean it up and get out. You're embarrassing." He thought I had orchestrated this, that I was the embarrassing one. The betrayal was casual, complete. "I'm tired, Chase," I said, the words finally coming from a place I thought had died. "I want a divorce." He laughed, a cruel sound. "A divorce? Elena, don't be ridiculous. You love me too much to ever leave me." I hung up. He then handed me a signed divorce agreement, telling me his true love, June, my adopted sister, was back. He wanted me to play the dutiful wife for her welcome-home concert. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, felt a final, crushing blow. He wasn't divorcing me because I wanted it. He was divorcing me for her. I signed the papers. The ninety-ninth time was the last time he would do this to me.

Wedded Lies: The Perfect Trap

I stood frozen in my doorway, staring at the live security feed. It showed my fiancée, Clara, in the secret room she called her "sensitive PR work" space. She was straddling a man, wearing the nightgown I' d bought her. The man was Ryan Hayes, my childhood friend, supposedly dead for three years, now reduced to a vegetative state, hooked up to humming medical machines. My mind reeled. She was having sex with his body. This couldn' t be happening. We were getting married in ten days. She was perfect. Then it all clicked: the "accident" where Ryan attacked me, my mother' s death, Clara nursing me back to health, and my sister Sophia's comforting words, all became a twisted façade. I remembered overhearing Clara and Sophia talking about a "host," a "target," and something called "the system." They needed my signature on the pre-nup, which had a voluntary organ donation clause. My money and my organs were to be used to revive Ryan. My own sister, who had mourned my mother with me, was helping Clara execute this horrifying plan. The women I trusted most had orchestrated this elaborate lie, turning me into a walking bank account and a collection of spare parts for the man who killed my mother. When Sophia texted Clara, "He's home," Clara's passionate façade vanished, replaced by cold calculation, as she adjusted herself before emerging from the room. Later, Clara tried to manipulate me with an expensive watch, dismissing my suggestion to postpone the wedding on the anniversary of my mom's death. Her tone was dismissive, blaming my mother's "weak heart" for her death. Then Sophia, my own sister, threatened me when I expressed my anger at Ryan. I realized I was merely a pawn in their twisted game, destined for sacrifice once my utility ran out. My world shattered. I was nothing but a placeholder, a donor. The casual way they plotted my death, discussing staging an "accident," turning my heart, kidneys, and liver into a "miracle" for Ryan, filled me with a cold, clear rage. A text from my private investigator, "Flight confirmed. You have seven days," finalized my growing resolve. I would turn their perfect plan into their worst nightmare.

Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

As the campus radio station manager, my life was a comfortable, soundproofed bubble of classes and curated playlists, far from the chaotic drama of campus life. I liked it that way. That afternoon, a guy from the drama club borrowed our equipment for a "big, romantic event" on the quad. I thought nothing of it until my phone buzzed with Sarah's frantic shriek: "It's Liam Hayes! He's proposing to Chloe Miller!" The world stopped. Liam. My secret, pathetic daydream. Proposing to Chloe, the confident English major everyone knew was determined to make him hers. And I had handed him the very tools for my own heartbreak. "No!" I whispered, but Sarah' s voice chirped, "Yes! He's got a microphone and everything!" Our microphone. A terrible, insane idea formed as I sprinted to the quad, lungs burning, heart hammering. I had to stop it. Not for him to magically choose me, but because I couldn't let my station' s gear broadcast the end of my foolish hopes. Pushing through the crowd, I zeroed in on our speaker, the master volume. My hand trembled, but then my traitorous heart screamed, "I like him so much it hurts." A horrific screech of feedback erupted, followed by my amplified confession, booming across the entire quad. Silence. A thousand eyes swiveled to me, still outstretched, my fingers accidentally on the talkback button. I had just confessed my deepest crush to the entire campus. To Liam Hayes. My blood ran cold; my life, as I knew it, was over.

The Causal Agreement: A Hundred Favors

My role as Ethan Stone' s fiancée was over the moment his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett Hayes, returned. He didn't just break off our engagement; he publicly humiliated me, declaring I was never his fiancée, but merely a "helper." At a party held to welcome Scarlett back, he pointed at me, accusing me of owing him a "karma debt." He forced me to crawl and retrieve a rose with my teeth, like a dog, for his new love. The next day, he made me sing children' s songs on a pedestal in his company lobby for an hour. I didn't understand why he was so cruel, or why I felt a searing pain in my chest with each public humiliation. But amidst the shame and growing physical agony, I had a secret. I was no ordinary woman, and my purpose wasn't to be his plaything. My only goal was to fulfill a "Causal Agreement" -a hundred favors for him, to balance a debt owed not to him, but to the universe. Only then could I finally go home.

Reclaiming My Own Life

The first sign something was wrong wasn't a fight, but a cheerful Chime-Chime-Pop from my sister Lily' s phone, a sound I' d never heard before, buzzing with secrets during family dinner. Later, while I painstakingly helped Lily with her biology homework-a subject I'd aced, she struggled with-that same chime rang out again, punctuated by her casual lie: "Just Mom." But Mom's text tone was different, and the metallic taste of a familiar coldness spread through me as my suspicion grew. Then, Lily giggled, phone in hand: "Dad just sent that meme of the cat freaking out. He said it' s you trying to explain biology to me." My blood ran cold as I watched her oblivious smile; the pieces clicked with sickening finality. A secret group chat – "Family Trio" – Mom, Dad, and Lily-bug. Not me. The next morning, armed with a lie and an opportune request for a bakery address, I unlocked my mother's phone with Lily's birthday, and there it was: "Family Trio", pinned at the top. Hundreds of messages, photos of trips I knew nothing about, jokes about my "seriousness," complaints about my work schedule, and coordinating their financial demands: "Had to give Chloe another hundred bucks for her books. When does she start paying us back?" "Don' t forget, Chloe, we need you to chip in for the property tax bill next month. It' s a big one." The betrayal was absolute; I was their ATM, used and discarded. My hands trembling, but with chilling clarity, I screenshot every piece of their casual cruelty, a digital archive of their deceit, then wiped every trace. The confrontation shattered the illusion of family, the truth pouring out like acid, exposing years of neglect and manipulation. My father' s icy threat, "If you' re so unhappy here, Chloe, maybe you should think about finding somewhere else to live," was the undeniable proof. This wasn' t a misunderstanding; it was their nature. I felt a devastating clarity: I was utterly and completely alone in that house, a burden to be cast off. Then came the final demand: two thousand dollars for Lily' s car, almost my entire escape fund. I transferred the money, a piece of my soul, but this was the last time, the last dollar. I was getting out and no one was going to stop me.

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

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."

After Leaving, Her Three Brothers Beg For Forgiveness

Kathryn was the true daughter, but Jolene stole her life and set her up for ruin. After a brutal kidnapping scheme, Kathryn's loyalty to her brothers and fiancé was met with cruel betrayal. Narrowly escaping, she chose to cut all ties and never forgive them. Then she shocked the world: the miracle doctor for the elite, a top-tier hacker, a financial mastermind, and now the untouchable star her family could only watch from afar. Her brothers begged, her parents pleaded, her ex wanted her back-Kathryn exposed them all. The world gasped as the richest man confessed his love for her.

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.

My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her

My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?

Mated to My Fiancé's Rival Alpha

Silvia lost everything in one night-her parents,her trust,and her mate. Coming home from their funeral,she found her "fated"partner,Zack,tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I need variety,"he said,smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him-and turned to someone far more dangerous. "I need help,"she whispered. Sherman leaned closer,his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help,little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you." Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother,Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty,vengeance,and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free-and as their bond deepens,truths unravel. Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war? Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down? When love,betrayal,and bloodlines collide,how far will one omega go to save her family-and destroy the mate who broke her soul?