The Price of a Lie

His Wife, His Death Sentence

Today was my fifth wedding anniversary. It was also the day a doctor told me I had, at most, three months left to live. My single remaining kidney was failing, a complication from the surgery where I gave my other kidney to my wife, Senator Eleanor Horton. Then I saw her, walking out of the Capitol building, not alone. She was with Hudson Stewart, her college sweetheart, and he kissed her, a long, deep kiss, right there on the steps. Later, Hudson found me, offering five million dollars to disappear. He looked at me with contempt, like I was something he' d scraped off his shoe. I remembered overhearing Eleanor tell Hudson, "It's not love. It's... gratitude. A responsibility." My love was a commodity, my sacrifice a transaction. A sharp pain shot through my side. My phone buzzed. A text from Hudson: a picture of him and Eleanor in my bed, captioned, She's mine now. Always was. I was Jefferson Byrd, a kid from foster care, who had loved her for ten years, since I saved her life with my kidney. I thought her gratitude had turned into love. I was a fool. My phone rang. It was Eleanor, her voice fake, promising a surprise. Then I heard Hudson's voice, and a kiss. The line went dead. Any last, stupid flicker of hope I had died with it.

The Fire That Wasn't An Accident

The smell of fresh paint and new beginnings once filled my home, a modern marvel I'd designed myself. Eight months pregnant, every kick from my baby boy was a promise of the future Ethan and I were building, a future meant to erase the rubble of a past fire that had stolen my family and left me scarred. Then, my husband, Ethan, appeared on national television, not with the triumph of overcoming tragedy, but with a confession: he had been wrong, and my loyalty in defending him all those years ago was "misplaced." His words painted me as a liar who had protected a guilty man, shattering my hard-won peace and leading to the immediate, terrifying loss of my child. Left heartbroken and drugged in the hospital, a hushed conversation revealed an unthinkable betrayal: my deceased baby had been conceived with the eggs of Leah Chen, the very woman Ethan had just publicly wronged, and she spoke of "our daughter" with Ethan, confirming a monstrous deceit. Was my son-my real son-truly gone, or was this yet another layer to the lies woven by the man who claimed to love me? Forced into therapy by Ethan with Leah' s husband, Dr. Ben Carter, I stumbled upon a recording of Ethan confessing his hatred for me, seeing our marriage as punishment, and learned with chilling certainty that the fire that killed my family was no accident, but a consequence of a truth I unknowingly distorted. Publicly shamed and professionally destroyed, I was left discarded, labeled "Crazy Ava," but from the ashes of my broken life, a ferocious determination was born: I would uncover the full extent of their deception and make them burn for what they had done.

His Lies, Her New Life

For ten years, I sacrificed everything, working night shifts at a greasy diner to put my adopted son, Kevin, through college. It was all for his future, a life I never had. But on his graduation day, standing proudly on stage, he publicly denounced me, calling me a "disgrace" and claiming his real mother was a wealthy socialite. He then had me arrested for kidnapping, twisting my years of love into a story of obsession and greed. I watched him embrace her, leaving me to face accusations of being a "crazy woman" and "kidnapper" as security dragged me away. The trial was a sham, fueled by his lies and his birth mother' s accusations. I was convicted and sentenced to prison. The years there were hell, filled with beatings and torment from other inmates. I died alone on a cold concrete floor, my last breath a whisper of his name. Then, with a sharp jolt, my eyes flew open. I wasn' t in that filthy cell. I was back in my old, cramped apartment. And there he was, fifteen-year-old Kevin, his face a mask of practiced desperation. "Please, Mom? Please take me to the city? I can' t stay here anymore. I' ll do anything." It was the exact day I had sealed my fate in my first life. But this time, it would be different.

The Betrayal of My Childhood Sweetheart

Liam was my world for twelve years, my best friend, my boyfriend, the constant, warm presence who knew my every preference and always had my back. Every thoughtful gesture, every patient explanation, affirmed my trust in him. Then, a whispered conversation behind a slightly ajar door shattered everything. "Only when Chloe falls will everyone truly see you," he murmured, his voice laced with the tenderness I thought was reserved for me, but directed at Emily. "You' re the one who deserves everything." The kindness, the attention, the love-it was all a calculated performance. I was a pawn in his cruel game, a stepping stone to elevate Emily. The truth hit me with physical force, the air in the hallway thick and unbreathable. Every affectionate "Oh, Chloe" for my clumsiness twisted into contempt. How could twelve years of shared life be a lie? How could the boy who painted tiny moon craters for my science project, who found a first-edition of my favorite book, orchestrate my public humiliation and downfall? The betrayal was too deep, too vast, to comprehend. I stumbled back, grief and fury battling for dominance. But as the tears streamed down my face, a cold, clear certainty solidified: I wouldn't fall. I wouldn't be his pawn. My life with him was over, and I would escape, no matter the cost.

Too Late, My Prince: Her Choice, His Ruin

I stood by the French doors, the coolness barely a comfort. Tonight, at the Kensington gala, my fate was to be sealed. As the heir to the discreetly powerful principality of Eldoria, my choice of husband would secure a powerful alliance. Just like before. A wave of dizzying clarity hit me, a memory so sharp it tasted like ash. My past life. I had poured everything into Ethan Kensington, my cousin, my first love. My Eldorian influence, my vast fortune – all to make him governor. He won. Then he found Chloe Hayes. He changed. He became obsessed with her, twisting every slight she felt into a weapon against me. He blamed me, the "cold princess," for her career struggles, her insecurities. So, he orchestrated my ruin. A public smear campaign, vicious and relentless. Economic attacks that bled Eldoria dry. He watched, smiling, as my life ended in disgrace, alone. His voice, cold as ice, echoed: "punishment for meddling with his love for Chloe." How could someone I loved and sacrificed everything for turn so utterly, maliciously against me? How could my own resources be weaponized to destroy me and my country? The injustice burned, a brand on my soul. But then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Reborn at this very gala, the precise moment where my destruction began. This time, I knew the game. This time, I would rewrite my destiny. Liam, his mournful face a beacon in my memory, would be my anchor. My retribution starts now.

Mesmerized By A Kiss

Bitterly swallowing all the torment, betrayal, and false accusations she had been suffering, Wendy arose like a phoenix from the burning ashes. What hadn’t killed her had crafted her from steel. She would make those who caused all her pain and agony, pay for what they had done to her. However, a romantic accident happened as she took her revenge. Mesmerized by his kiss, she fell into his trap before she realized what was afoot. Yet, it was already too late for her to run away from him.

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!"

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?

Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.

After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire

Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."

A Favor To My Boss

Emma had agreed to pretend to be her boss's girlfriend at an event where his ex-wife planned to show up with the guy she had cheated with. "We'll see how this turns out."

THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?