The Fiancée's Grand Design

From Ashes, A New Love Reborn

My husband, the city's most formidable lawyer, destroyed my family to protect his ex-girlfriend. He framed my brother, leading to my parents' deaths and our company's collapse. He promised to free my brother if I stayed. But on the day of the final appeal, he never showed up. My brother lost his last chance at freedom. I later found out why Hamilton was absent. He was at a picnic, celebrating his ex-girlfriend's dog's birthday. My brother's life, my entire world, was worth less than a puppy. The love I had for him shattered into dust. So I underwent an experimental therapy to erase him from my mind. When he finally tracked me down in Paris, begging me to come back, I looked at the man who had been my world and asked, "I'm sorry, have we met?"

A Marriage Built on Deception

In the fifth year of my marriage, at a cattle auction, I saw my husband with my cousin—a woman everyone believed had been dead for five years. She was holding their son. I quickly learned my entire marriage was a lie, a cover-up orchestrated by my husband and my own grandmother to protect the woman who had tried to murder me. I wasn't a wife. I was an alibi. On the day they planned to drug me so they could celebrate their son's birthday, I signed away every penny of the family fortune, filed for divorce, and disappeared.

His Wife, Her Game, His Escape

My wife of four years, tech CEO Eve Yates, moved her latest boy-toy into our penthouse. Our marriage was a contract: my absolute emotional submission in exchange for her love, governed by a strict "no-touch" rule she enforced like a religion. After her cruelty drove me to try and kill myself, she had her guards drag me from my hospital bed. My crime? I had to apologize to her lover for "frightening" him with my suicide attempt. In his room, she spoon-fed him the special chicken soup her chef always made for me when I was sick. When I refused to apologize, she forced me to drink glass after glass of whiskey, knowing I had a stress ulcer that could kill me. As I lay vomiting in agony on the floor, her lover clutched his stomach and announced he thought he was pregnant. I looked at my wife, expecting her to laugh at the absurdity. Instead, a calculating look crossed her face. She was actually considering this farce. In that moment, the last shred of hope that she ever loved me died. As I passed out from the pain and alcohol, they wheeled my gurney away. Eve leaned in close and whispered, "Since you want to leave me so badly, I'm having you sterilized. You will never have a family with anyone else." When I woke up, I set her world on fire and walked away to marry her biggest rival.

His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

My perfectly curated life, built on seven-figure deals and an untouchable career, shattered with a single phone notification. It was a photo of my husband, Mark Johnson, on a boat with another woman, her finger adorned with a diamond that wasn't mine, a smile on his face I hadn' t seen in years. The caption: "My future." The world spun. I walked out of a multi-million-dollar meeting and drove, aimless, until an unknown number rang. It was Ethan Hayes, my college sweetheart, a billionaire now. His invitation- "Come have a drink with me. For old times' sake"-felt like a desperate lifeline. I clung to him, fueled by betrayal, mistaking newfound passion for a fresh start. We divorced Mark quickly, publicly, brazenly, thinking it revenge. I was a fool. The nightmare began a month later. Explicit photos, private messages, my address-all leaked online. Chloe Miller, the marketing executive, became a public spectacle, a cautionary tale. My company fired me; clients vanished. Ethan' s number was disconnected. He was gone. Then the call came: my parents were dead, their hearts giving out under the weight of the scandal he created. He had orchestrated every single step. This wasn't love; it was meticulously planned, cold-blooded revenge. He ruined my life, my reputation, my family. And now, he wanted to buy my silence. I would rather starve than take a single dollar from the man who murdered my parents. And standing in my ravaged apartment, I finally understood the full, brutal truth: I was pregnant with his child.

A Wife's Vengeance, Two Lives

The sterile air of the lawyer's office hung heavy, reeking of a marriage ending and a family dividing. My twin brother, Liam, and I sat between our polished, successful parents, feeling like assets on a ledger. My father, Dr. Richard Miller, the celebrated surgeon, offered a brilliant, practiced smile. "We're going to let you choose who you want to live with." Liam' s chest puffed out, eyes already on our wealthy father. But a cold, bitter knot twisted inside me. I had lived this "choice" before. I had made the wrong one. I looked at my ten-year-old reflection in my mother's sympathetic eyes. "So we can really choose? Freely?" My father's gaze was fixed on Liam, dismissing me. He thought I'd follow like a lost puppy. He was wrong. "I choose Mom." The words sliced through the silence, shattering his charming facade. His voice, smooth a moment ago, turned sharp, like a scalpel. "Chloe, what? Don't be silly. You'll come with me, with your brother. You'll have the best of everything." He promised horses, schools, a life shimmering with gold. I looked at the man who had been my world, the man who had destroyed me with that same persuasive voice. "You said I could choose freely. Were you lying, Dad?" Then to my esteemed principal mother: "Are you going to tell me my choice is wrong because my brother wants something different?" She flinched. My father' s face darkened, the mask gone. He stood abruptly, chair scraping. "Fine. Let's go, son." He grabbed Liam, not looking at me as they left. In my last life, I chose him. He saw a tool, a test subject. He performed unethical experiments on me, documenting my pain, calling it "pushing boundaries." I endured, craving his approval, only to hear him declare me "compromised," my purpose "served." I died, a lab rat. Liam knew. He saw my sickness, my scars, but he said nothing, enjoying the spoils of my suffering. "Dad's just trying to make you better," he'd said, not looking up from his phone. When I opened my eyes in that lawyer' s office again, ten years old, there was no hesitation. Only a vow. I would not be their victim. I would be the architect of their ruin. Richard, Sarah, Liam. They would all pay. This new life wasn't a gift. It was a chance for revenge.

From Genius Betrayed to Love Redeemed

They called me a genius once, the brightest star among thirteen protégées hand-picked by Dr. Silas Vance, the AI ethics pioneer. My reward for creating Nexus, the most advanced AI, was supposed to be a tech empire and the hand of Liam Vance, the man I' d loved my whole life, his adopted son. Instead, victory turned to ashes when Maya Chen, Liam's favorite, plunged from Vance Tower moments after my win, a tragic fall that sealed my fate. My wedding night wasn' t a celebration; it was the start of my execution, as Liam laid Maya's cold body between us, shrieking, "You stole everything from her, from me!" until his voice was hoarse. He shattered a mirror, forcing me to kneel on the shards, demanding, "Beg for her forgiveness. Ten thousand times." In the raw torment that followed, he injected me with hallucinogens, sending notorious hackers to tear my mind apart digitally, recording every horrifying moment. Then, he uploaded the videos, crafting a lie the world devoured: I was a "digital harlot" who drove innocent Maya to her death, a public shame that drowned my family, seizing their assets. When I woke, not in a grave but months before the competition's end, I knew what I had to do. With ice in my veins, I secretly swapped my masterpiece AI with Maya' s simple, flawed prototype; let her have the win, let her have Liam, let her have the toxic glory. This time, I just wanted to live, to break free from their twisted, profound connection that had nearly destroyed me; now, it would be their undoing.

Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.

Heaven Sent Her, Hell Obeyed Her

Eliana reunited with her family, now ruined by fate: Dad jailed, Mom deathly ill, six crushed brothers, and a fake daughter who'd fled for richer prey. Everyone sneered. But at her command, Eliana summoned the Onyx Syndicate. Bars opened, sickness vanished, and her brothers rose-one walking again, others soaring in business, tech, and art. When society mocked the "country girl," she unmasked herself: miracle doctor, famed painter, genius hacker, shadow queen. A powerful tycoon held her close. "Country girl? She's my fiancée!" Eliana glared at him. "Dream on." Resolutely, he vowed never to let go.

The Cursed Heiress: Now I'm Their Billionaire Nightmare

Nadine reunited with her family, convinced she'd been discarded, rage simmering-only to find collapse: her mother unstable, her father poisoned; a pianist brother trapped in a sham marriage, a detective brother framed and jailed, the youngest dragged into a gang. While the fake daughter mocked and colluded, Nadine moved in secret-healing her mother, curing her father, ending the union, clearing charges, and lifting the youngest to leader. Rumors said she rode coattails, unworthy of Rhys, the unmatched magnate. Few knew she was a renowned healer, legendary assassin, mysterious tycoon... Rhys knelt. "Marry me! The entire empire is yours for the taking!"

Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy

All my life, I've been the backup daughter. My sister Beatrice got everything-love, attention, the golden child treatment.I got leftovers and reminders I wasn't good enough. Until I discovered Niall,gorgeous Alpha from the neighboring pack,was my fated mate. Finally, my turn to be chosen. God, I was naive. Four years of engagement hell.Bleaching my hair to suit his tastes. Squeezing into tight dresses, playing his personal maid-only to hear I'd make a better servant than mate. All because his heart belonged to my sister. That night,I accidentally knocked over their picture frame. He slapped me. Hard. Said I'd never measure up to her. So I slapped him back, tore up their photo, and accepted rejection. I thought it was over. Until I caught them at the club, laughing about how pathetic my four years of trying had been. The whole engagement was their sick game. Drunk and furious, I did something reckless with my mysterious neighbor. Alpha Hudson -face carved by gods, danger in every perfectly tailored line. Most importantly, he's my ex's nemesis. So? Best sex of my life. I thought it was a one-night stand to forget. Wrong Again. He's richer than Niall, more powerful than my family, and infinitely more dangerous. And he's not letting me go. This time, I won't be anybody's second choice.

Burned By Him, Reborn A Star

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss

Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.