My Betrayal, My Second Chance

The Secret Heiress: Freezing My Ex's Fortune

I spent three years playing the "low-maintenance" fiancée to Eliseo Fitzpatrick, a billionaire who believed he’d rescued me from a life of discount clothes and rural poverty. I kept his secrets and balanced his books, treating our engagement like a cold, professional audit. But on my twenty-sixth birthday, the balance sheet finally broke. My best friend dragged me to a surprise party that turned out to be an ambush. I walked into a VIP suite to find Eliseo dazed and disheveled, with models draped over his lap and his shirt stained with wine that looked like a fresh wound. When I tried to leave, Eliseo’s guilt turned into a weapon. He pinned me against the door and hissed that without him, I’d be nothing but a country girl in Walmart rags. The next day, his "close friend" Sloane was in our apartment wearing his shirt, laughing that it was only a matter of time before she took my place in his bed. At his grandfather’s funeral, his family didn't even hide their contempt. His mother called me a gold-digging nobody, and his brother mocked me in front of the grieving crowd. "So, you're the village girl who tricked my brother?" They thought I was a penniless pawn, a girl they could discard now that the patriarch was dead and the Fitzpatrick fortune was up for grabs. I stood in their library, listening to them argue over the spoils of a man they never loved. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. I just waited for the lawyer to open the final folder. "Arthur Fitzpatrick appointed a new executor," the lawyer announced, and the room went silent. "It’s Flavia Lancaster." I looked at my stunned fiancé and his greedy family, then pulled out my phone to freeze every single one of their bank accounts. "The audit begins now."

The Cursed King's Salvation: The Omega's Hidden Power

I was the pack's lowest Omega, scrubbing floors by day, but secretly waiting for the night my Fated Mate, the Alpha Heir Desmond, would finally claim me. Instead, he brought home a billionaire heiress and looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "I choose power," he sneered, rejecting our soul-bond in front of everyone. "An Omega can never be my Luna." To seal his business deal, he sold me off like cattle to Kennedy Simmons—the "Crippled Alpha" rumored to be a broken, rot-filled monster. On my last night in the territory, his new fiancée pushed me off a yacht. As I drowned in the freezing water, I watched Desmond dive in. He swam right past me to save her. That was the moment my heart finally stopped beating for him. They thought sending me to Seattle was a punishment. They thought I would wither away and die in the hands of a beast. But they didn't know two things. First, Kennedy Simmons wasn't a monster; he was a King waiting to be healed. Second, I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf, a legend thought to be extinct, capable of miracles. Three months later, Desmond stood outside my gates, bankrupt and desperate, begging for a second chance. I looked down from my balcony, wrapped in the arms of my true Alpha, and smiled. "Get off my property," I commanded, my eyes glowing white. "Or I'll finish what the ocean started."

The Billionaire Heiress's Radical Comeback

My husband, Derek, once called me his princess. But when my parents died and I miscarried our child, he told me to be "radically independent" and handle my grief alone. After I tried to end my own life, I woke up in the hospital to see him holding his crying assistant, Krystal. He whispered to her, "You never have to be strong with me." He told the doctors I was just seeking attention and hung up. Krystal later visited, blaming me for the miscarriage before destroying my mother's heirlooms. Derek believed her lies, throwing me out of our home and leaving me with nothing. He thought I was a weak, dependent woman he could easily discard. He thought his tech empire was his own creation. He never knew his "self-made" success was a gift, secretly funded by my billionaire family. Now, he's about to learn what happens when a princess decides to become a queen.

Playing the Long Game: A Twin's Revenge

My twin brother, Ethan, was always the golden child, adored by our parents, effortlessly charming. I was the "difficult" one, often overlooked, watching from the porch as two smiling women lured Ethan with a rare comic book. Then, a sudden, blinding change. One moment I was an observer, the next I was in the back of their van, the world a dizzying blur, Ethan smirking from where I had stood. They sold me. For ten years, I was a ghost in a life not my own, trapped with a clan of survivalists in the Appalachian mountains, enduring abuse and forced labor. When I was finally found, broken and scarred, Ethan pulled his final trick. He swapped us back, instantly spinning a tale of how I, out of jealousy, had orchestrated his abduction. My own parents, without a shred of hesitation, believed him, seeing only a damaged stranger. They decided to commit me to a psychiatric hospital. How could my family, my own twin, betray me so utterly? Why was I always the one discarded, the one forgotten? But then I woke up, the smell of bacon filling the air, back in my childhood bed. It was the same day. This time, I wouldn't just watch.

They Asked for My Kidney, I Gave Them Hell

Three years ago, I saved a stranger' s life by donating a kidney, an anonymous act of compassion. Now, a year after losing my heroic fiancé, Andrew, I' m pregnant with his child, the only piece of him I have left. My life should be about new beginnings. But then, a knock on my door shattered everything. Standing there were Molly Chadwick, the woman I' d saved, and her parents, their faces grim. Molly' s donated kidney was failing, and they weren't there to thank me. They were there to demand my other kidney, for her, immediately. I refused. How could I sacrifice my unborn baby? Their pleas turned to threats, then a public smear campaign that branded me a monster. One night, they ambushed me. I woke up in a sterile clinic in Mexico, terrified, realizing they planned to forcibly take my kidney. I begged, pleaded for my baby, but they ignored me. The anesthetic surged, and I felt life drain away. I died on that table. But then, I woke up. In my own bed. My baby still safe inside me. The date on my phone was three days before they ever came to my door. The horrific memory was physically crushing, but beneath it, a burning fury ignited. I' d been given a second chance. Not for peace, but for vengeance. This time, I would protect my child. And the Chadwicks would pay.

From Fragile Heiress to Fierce Revenge

For twenty years, Isabella Rothschild was New York’s "poor little rich girl," a fragile heiress with a child's mind. At my lavish 20th birthday ball, my doting father paraded me before eligible bachelors, expecting me to choose my esteemed fiancé, Ethan Carter. But the champagne’s sweetness triggered a chilling memory: last Thanksgiving. Ethan drugged me, leaving me choking from a pecan allergy while laughing with his mistress, Emily, on a yacht. I was a forgotten doll, barely gasping for air. They believed my mind too simple to grasp their open betrayal, society dismissing me as a "tragedy." My own fiancé casually orchestrated my near-death, boasting about knocking me "out cold," exploiting my innocence. Now, amid opulent perfume, I tasted burning betrayal. The horrifying truth of past helplessness, mixed with their smug indifference, ignited a cold, clear fury. My mind was terrifyingly, utterly lucid. I was alive; I was no longer a fool. With a cool, practiced smile, I raised my hand, pointing directly at Ethan. The room sighed, misinterpreting my gesture. My calculated, public revenge had just begun, for the "silly" Bella they knew was gone.

My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, 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?

From Rejected Omega to the Supreme White Wolf

I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion. Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed. "Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies." I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor. Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel. Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out. I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years. He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back. Or so he thought. In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling. I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison. "You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back." I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use. "I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge." I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared.

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it—she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother’s trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent—or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father’s entire empire.

Beg For My Love, Cold-Hearted CEO

Since she was ten, Noreen had been by Caiden's side, watching him rise from a young boy into a respected CEO. After two years of marriage, though, his visits home grew rare. Gossip among the wealthy said he despised her. Even his beloved mocked her hopes, and his circle treated her with scorn. People forgot about her decade of loyalty. She clung to memories and became a figure of ridicule, worn out from trying. They thought he'd won his freedom, but he dropped to his knees and begged, "Noreen, you're the only one I love." Leaving behind the divorce papers, she walked away.