Betrayed Bride, Ruthless Revenge

My Husband Stole My Life's Work

My husband stole my life. He took my groundbreaking dessert concept, the one we were supposed to build an empire on, and left me with nothing but dust. Then, he served me divorce papers through a stranger and plastered his new relationship with my intern, Celina, all over the internet. They built a culinary empire on my stolen recipes, their sickeningly bright smiles a public declaration of my replacement. I became a cautionary tale, the talented chef who couldn't keep her husband or her ideas safe. My reputation was shattered, and I was forced to disappear. For six years, I rebuilt from the ashes, running my own small bakery, finding peace in my quiet, fiercely independent life. I thought that chapter was closed. But then they stormed into my shop, ready to destroy me all over again. They came to shatter my new life, but they made one critical mistake. They had no idea who my new husband was.

Embrace New Love

Seven years later, they met again when Eileen had lost weight from 75 kilograms to 45 kilograms. She even changed her name. So her ex-boyfriend, Greg, didn't recognize her at all. He was critically ill and needed her blood to survive. Eileen refused the million-dollar reward and made one request: that Greg act as Lottie's father for a month. Lottie was Eileen's daughter. Greg agreed without hesitation. But he soon abandoned their plans of having fun in the amusement park due to Rena. He missed the parent-child sports event, and all the students mocked Lottie because she claimed to have a father who never showed up. When Eileen confronted Greg, he dismissively handed her a check. "Lottie isn't my daughter. We're just in a fake marriage. Why should I waste my time on her?" Greg didn't know that Lottie was indeed his daughter. Perhaps it was not a bad thing. Once the surgery was over, Eileen planned to disappear from his world forever with her daughter.

Unmasking My Cheating Wife

My daughter Emily' s sobs were the only sound in the car. Her dream, a spot in a prestigious summer research program, had vanished, "reallocated due to unforeseen administrative changes." But then, I saw the name on the payment authorization for the new candidate: Sarah Williams. My wife. The woman who was supposed to be at a spa retreat, who had hugged Emily that morning and told her how proud she was. In that single, searing moment, everything clicked: Sarah' s secretive phone calls, vague explanations for large credit card bills, and suspicious insistence on a supplementary card with a higher limit. It wasn' t a spa retreat; it was a lavish affair, funded by my company, and she was trying to buy her lover' s daughter a spot in Emily' s program. My blood ran cold. Betrayal wasn't a strong enough word. This was a demolition of my family, financed with my own money. "MARK, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? ANSWER YOUR PHONE NOW!" Her voice, usually gentle, was now sharp and accusatory. There was no shame, only entitlement. I realized this wasn't a mistake; it was a pattern. She saw my generosity as a weakness to be exploited. "No," I said simply. "The cards are staying off." I looked at Kevin, the man who believed he held all the power. "You were saying something about winning? Let's see how long that feeling lasts."

The Useful Fool: A Husband's Revenge

The charity gala shimmered around me, but all I heard were hushed voices from behind a private lounge door. I was looking for Olivia, my wife of three years, the woman I believed was my true love. "He actually believes it, you know," Olivia' s voice, smooth as silk, drifted through the gap. "Three years, and he still thinks my 'no intimacy' rule is some noble test of true love." Then came a man's chuckle-Daniel Sterling, her adopted brother. "He's a useful fool, Liv," he said, his tone a mix of affection and contempt. "A perfect, respectable shield. Father got his business deal, and we got our time. Everyone's happy." My world crumbled. Every shared smile, every kiss, every whispered promise - all lies. I was the useful fool, a meticulously crafted performance for an audience of one. Shock rooted me. I couldn' t let them see me break. I backed away, each step a robotic act of will, leaving behind the poison they spoke. Even as I called Mr. Sterling, Olivia' s powerful father, my voice was cold and empty. "The agreement is over. The one that made me your daughter' s husband. It' s finished. Tonight." But Olivia' s mother, desperate to salvage the family name, revealed the dark truth: my marriage was a desperate attempt to break Olivia and Daniel' s "unhealthy" bond. I was just a pawn. She proposed a final, insane test: a yacht trip, an "accident" where Daniel and I would fall overboard, and Olivia would have to choose. I agreed, desperate for a definitive truth. On that boat, with the waves churning, Daniel shoved me. I surfaced, gasping, only to see Olivia frozen, then turning, swimming not to me, but to him. As the dark water pulled me under, her face, filled with belated horror, was the last thing I saw. Ethan Hayes, the architect, was dead. But I survived, pulled from the sea by a stranger, Sophia, who taught me what real love was. I built a new life, a happy life, but Olivia' s obsessed ghost couldn't let me go. I met her to end it, only to have Daniel appear, a bottle of acid in hand. He lunged for me, but Olivia, with a primal scream, threw herself in front of me, taking the caustic spray intended for me. Her screams will haunt me forever. They destroyed each other, leaving me free.

The Divorce That Freed His Heart

The cryptic message flashed on my phone: coordinates and a chilling command – "Come get your father." My heart hammered as I raced to a remote construction site, mud sucking at my boots. But the man crumpled on the ground, twisted at an unnatural angle, wasn't my dad. It was Emily's father, barely clinging to life, his face a bruised mess. Then Emily called, her voice cold and devoid of concern. "An ambulance? Don't be ridiculous, Liam. Do you have any idea what kind of scandal that would cause? I have the quarterly review next week and a promotion on the line." I stammered, "He's barely clinging to life!" "Then it's inconvenient timing," she said, her voice like ice. "Just get him out of there." I watched, frozen, as two burly men loaded her father onto a stretcher like a sack of debris, a piece of my own father's birdhouse, a gift tossed into the back of the van. "His death is so inconvenient," Emily' s voice echoed in my head. Back home, Emily and her friend Mark, her smirking business rival, accused my father of exploiting her, blaming him even for the birdhouse. My mother's jewelry box, the last tangible link to her, was shattered by Mark, its contents spilled across the floor. A cold, clear rage flooded me. I knew the truth, a truth they were desperately trying to bury. "The man you had beaten and left to die," I roared, pointing at Emily. "The man whose body you had dumped like trash… was your father." I had endured years of her father's criticism, her belittling, her financial exploitation. But now, something had snapped. I met her gaze, a numb certainty settling in. "I want a divorce."

The Wedding Gift: His second Chance

My life was supposed to be a picture of domestic bliss: a beautiful two-story home, a thriving medical career, and a fiancée, Olivia, I' d loved since childhood. I arrived home after a routine shift at the hospital, ready for a quiet evening. Instead, I walked into a scene that shattered my world: Olivia, smiling, cozy on the couch with a strange man and his gleeful child, who was happily destroying my medical textbook. This wasn' t a misunderstanding; it was a brazen, public declaration of my replacement. When I confronted her, she dismissed me, choosing this stranger-who claimed he saved her life-over me. The betrayal escalated rapidly. They moved into our home, driving me to the guest room. The man's son maliciously destroyed my most treasured possession: a portrait of my deceased parents. When I protested, Olivia didn' t hesitate to side with them, accusing me of violence and painting me as unstable to justify her choices. The shame and humiliation were an open wound, the emotional neglect of months now a brutal, undeniable rejection. How could she turn on me so completely, so easily? How could someone I' d known my entire life discard me for a lie, for a manufactured crisis? Why was I, the one who had literally saved her, now deemed a danger in my own home? The world I knew crumbled, leaving me adrift. Then, in a moment of pure desperation, after being publicly humiliated and cast out, I remembered a desperate impulse from earlier that day: I had impulsively married a stranger, Sarah, out of a raw, desperate act of self-prespreservation. I sent her a text, asking if her offer for a place to stay still stood. Little did I know, this impulsive act would lead me to true salvation.

The Almighty Heiress Unmasked: Divorce The Past, Inherit The World

Once the real heiress came back, Katherine was thrown out by her "parents" and ridiculed by her fiancé. She walked away-and claimed the dynasty that had been hers all along. With every mask stripped off, she shocked everyone. "Mysterious illnesses? I cured them." "Hacker attacks? Pathetic." "Luxury brands? I owned the design copyrights." Her former family demanded a fortune for "raising" her. Katherine huffed, "Keep dreaming!" Her ex begged to reunite. "Get lost. You weren't worthy of me." Meanwhile, a tycoon fell hard, thawing from aloof to devoted, finding new ways to pull her close.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance

Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman. As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius. When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval."

THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

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.

Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.