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They Called Me A Jinx, Now I'm Their Fortune

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Scarlett, a girl ostracized for her uncanny foresight of tragedies, saved entrepreneur Jacob from a fated disaster. He adopted her, offering shelter and affection. Using her gift, she repeatedly shielded his empire from peril and eventually reunited with her biological family, discovering she was their long-lost heiress.

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Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Xiao Hong Mao

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

Modern Revenge

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For four years of marriage, my husband, Julian Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my crippled legs, never once willing to touch me.

And yet, in cruel contrast, my body betrayed me, my desires spiraling out of control.

During a gynecological exam, under the hands of a stranger—a male doctor—I lost control, soft, broken sounds slipping from my lips.

Outside the consultation room, my husband stood beside the woman he had never forgotten, Vanessa Whitmore, holding her in plain sight as he called me a "useless burden."

The doctor adjusted my skirt for me, his fingertips brushing slowly along the side of my thigh.

Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

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"Ah—"

A soft, breathy moan echoed through the dining hall, drawing a wave of startled, judgmental glances.

I, Evelyn Ashford, didn't seem to notice. My eyes were locked on the phone screen in my hands.

A waitress leaned in, voice low with awkward restraint. "Ma'am, please don't play inappropriate videos in the restaurant…"

I looked up blankly, the pain spilling into my voice. "The man in that video… is my husband."

The room fell silent.

Even the disdain on the waitress's face softened into something closer to pity.

She had clearly noticed how utterly different the woman in the video looked from me.

I forced myself to ignore the stares and lowered my gaze back to the screen.

The video kept playing.

A stranger straddled my husband, her soft, broken moans spilling out in fragments.

Just as I froze, another message popped up. "Hello, I'm Vanessa Whitmore. You've heard of me, haven't you?"

That name—Vanessa—was far too familiar.

She was the woman Julian had never been able to forget.

"In all these years, has he ever touched you? With your condition, what exactly makes you think you can keep a man?"

I stared at Julian's face on the screen.

His head tilted back, eyes closed, his hand gripping the woman's waist, completely lost in it.

I had never seen that expression on him before.

In four years of marriage, even holding me had felt like an obligation to him. Most nights, he didn't even bother coming home.

Even our fourth anniversary—the one we had planned—ended with me waiting alone from noon until well past midnight.

I used to believe that if I stayed long enough, he would eventually fall in love with me.

Now I knew better. It had all been nothing more than a foolish illusion.

It felt like something heavy was crushing my chest, stealing the air from my lungs.

Tears spilled uncontrollably as I gripped the blanket over my legs, my knuckles tightening until the blood drained from them.

I didn't know how long I had been sitting there until a waitress finally came over to tell me the restaurant was closing. The last sliver of hope inside me collapsed completely.

It was already past midnight, and getting a cab was nearly impossible. I had no choice but to make my own way home.

I pushed my wheelchair forward inch by inch, struggling along the quiet streets.

The restaurant wasn't even that far from my place, yet it still took me nearly five hours to get back.

By the time I arrived, daylight had already broken.

And my husband was nowhere to be found.

A hollow laugh slipped from my lips as I looked down at my unresponsive legs.

"Of course," I murmured. "Someone like me… why would Julian ever love me?"

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