Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Echoes of a Broken Vow
Kathleen was diagnosed with liver cancer and needed a transplant. To her shock, she discovered that her husband of five years, Joshua, not only intended to give the liver to someone else but also had a mistress and an illegitimate child outside their marriage. Upon learning the truth, Kathleen was utterly heartbroken. She realized that she couldn't hold onto a man who had betrayed her, but she was determined to reclaim the liver that she had been promised as a donor match. Kathleen dialed a number she hadn't contacted in five years. "I'm going to Jaxperton for surgery. Come pick me up in three days." But after she left, Joshua was driven to desperation./1/108226/coverorgin.jpg?v=64bd472aeb0cc8c29240191b51d3109e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon Heiress's Cold-Blooded Revenge
I woke up strapped to a cold steel operating table, the blinding light of a surgical lamp burning my retinas. I was a doctor, but I wasn't the one holding the scalpel this time. Then I heard the voice of my stepfather, Arthur Bailey—the man who had seized my family’s entire estate after my father’s death. He wasn't there to save me; he was there to sell me. "Just get the kidney on ice for Archer," he told the butcher in scrubs. "Do whatever you want with the rest of her." This wasn't a hospital; it was a slaughterhouse in Queens. To escape, I had to dislocate my own thumb to slip the leather cuffs and use a scalpel to slice my way out of the room. Covered in blood and grime, I crashed Arthur's high-society gala at the Plaza Hotel, only to find my family pretending to mourn my "mental breakdown" while they planned my permanent disappearance into an asylum. Even as I stood before them, dripping with sewer water and rage, they tried to have me dragged away as a lunatic. I was a top-tier trauma surgeon, yet I was being treated like a piece of meat by the people who were supposed to be my family. The betrayal tasted like copper in my mouth, a cold, slow panic turning into a simmering, absolute fury. I didn't understand how they could look at me and see nothing but a collection of spare parts. That's when Cedric Mullen, the billionaire I’d been legally married to while he was in a coma, stepped out of the shadows to claim me. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a legal asset to unlock his inheritance. I looked into his predator's eyes and signed his contract, trading my silence for his resources. I told him, "I want Arthur Bailey destroyed. I want him to feel what it’s like to be cut open and left for dead." I wasn't a victim anymore; I was a reckoning./0/84217/coverorgin.jpg?v=124f398ef3622bfe2283b6942b1fe02a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rolex & The Ruin: My Family's Greed
Divorced and a multi-millionaire, I finally packed my bags and left Silicon Valley behind. All I wanted was to return to my hometown in Ohio, reconnect with my blue-collar family, and embrace a simple, honest life, especially with my sister-in-law expecting. But when I arrived, their embrace was anything but warm. To test their loyalty, I lied, claiming I was broke, expecting sympathy. Instead, my brother raged that they were "counting on my payout," and my pregnant sister-in-law, wearing the expensive Rolex I gifted her, sneered, demanding I pay rent to live in the very house I bought and owned. The betrayal escalated. They claimed my master bedroom, threw out my belongings, and openly mocked my alleged financial ruin. My mother and stepfather, whom I' d supported for years, stood by, silently endorsing the cruelty. My stepfather even tearfully confessed he'd put my house in my brother's name to secure his marriage, then tried to manipulate me with a fabricated story about paying for my college. How could my own family turn on me like this? Why were they so filled with greed and contempt? What hidden resentments festered beneath their supposed love? When I finally ripped off the mask of poverty and exposed my true wealth and ownership, their carefully constructed lies shattered. But the shocking truth about their betrayal was nothing compared to the dark secret I was about to uncover, a secret buried for two decades that connected them directly to my father' s mysterious death and a chilling attempt on my own life./1/119582/coverorgin.jpg?v=77dd0b443503fea0a5919d3cc1c2e5b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Masked Surgeon: My Husband's Ultimate Regret
Ellie stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, then calmly signed the fifty-page divorce agreement her billionaire husband, Julian, threw at her. She had played the meek, gold-digging wife for three years, and now, it was finally time to disappear. But just as she packed her bags to flee on a private jet, Julian suddenly froze. Unbeknownst to her, he had just awakened the ability to hear her inner thoughts. He heard her mocking his arrogance, her hidden offshore accounts, and the terrifying truth that her entire identity was a fabrication. Before she could escape, Julian's father suffered a massive heart attack. At the hospital, Julian's elite family treated Ellie like trash. His spoiled niece tried to physically attack her, only to trip over a rug. His childhood sweetheart, Carmella, immediately played the victim to Julian. "She went insane! She tore up the papers and attacked us!" Instead of finalizing the divorce, Julian used his father's critical condition to trap her. He locked down their mansion with armed guards, completely cutting off her escape route. Ellie was trapped in this gilded cage. But what sent a real shiver down her spine was when Julian leaned in and casually mentioned "The Surgeon"—a legendary underground doctor. How could he possibly know her most deeply buried, NSA-level secret identity? Looking at Julian's cold, calculating smile, Ellie realized her perfect escape was ruined. This was no longer just a divorce; it was a deadly hunt, and she was ready to tear his Wall Street empire to the ground./1/101413/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef63f60c7ccef5ceb598c72a226fea21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Beg: The Unwanted Wife Is An Heiress
I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance to become a nobody, just so my husband Ignatz could shine without being overshadowed. But after five years of silence and sacrifice, he held my hands across his desk and begged me to go to prison. "I need you to say you were driving the car," he pleaded. His mistress, Everleigh, had committed a hit-and-run. To save her career, he wanted his pregnant wife to take the fall. When I told him I was carrying his child, he didn't celebrate. He just looked annoyed and asked me to protect "us"—by which he meant her. The stress and the secret abuse from his mother caused me to miscarry alone in a freezing apartment. While I was bleeding out, losing the only thing that mattered, Ignatz was on a live broadcast, proposing to Everleigh with a diamond the size of a quail egg. He didn't know that Everleigh had a hysterectomy years ago and could never give him the family he claimed to want. He didn't know he had just killed his only real child to protect a liar. I didn't cry. I simply placed the ultrasound photo and my diary on the cake table at his engagement party. Then I accepted a job in Florence and vanished. Five years later, when he finally found me and slashed his own wrist to prove his regret, I looked at him with dead eyes. "You're at the wrong house, Ignatz," I said, closing the door. "There is nothing here for you to fix."/0/82271/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b2dd84f375ac45885ef9ed7fb7baffc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Ambition
Seraphina Vance, a brilliant CEO, seemingly had it all: a thriving biotech AI company, Aethelred Innovations, and a profound partnership, personal and professional, with Elias Thorne, her innovative CTO. They were Silicon Valley' s golden couple, their shared dream, "Project Chimera," almost like their child. But a brutal corporate storm threatened everything. A hostile takeover loomed, only to be miraculously averted by Julian Croft, a charismatic consultant who resurfaced from Seraphina' s past. Overwhelmed by gratitude, Seraphina succumbed to Julian' s elaborate deception: a tearful confession of a fake terminal illness. To repay this manufactured debt, she embarked on a horrifying charade, feigning a breakdown. She sidelined Elias, abandoned their "child" project, and cruelly tormented her loyal assistant, Ms. Albright, all to appease Julian. Elias, her genius partner, watched, heartbroken, as the woman he loved became a cold stranger, destroying their shared legacy. How could she so easily sacrifice their trust, their vision? Why this sudden, brutal detachment? The betrayal cut deep. Then, he overheard her: her "breakdown" was an act, her cruelty a calculated deception for Julian. The truth was a physical blow. The next morning, a resignation letter on her desk, Elias vanished, leaving Seraphina to face the shattering collapse of her empire, and the love she' d so carelessly discarded./0/47555/coverorgin.jpg?v=0817531f16778690cbec634cc32f712f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Wife: Once Bitten, Twice Shy
My marriage to Mathias was supposed to make me the happiest woman in the world. Although I knew he didn't love me, I thought he would fall for me once I showered him with all the love I had to give. Five years passed and Mathias still didn't give a damn about me. Instead, he met his true love and cut all ties with me because of her. He showed her off; something he never did for me. His abandonment pushed me into depression. I was broken in every sense of the word. Even on my deathbed, my so-called husband didn't come to say goodbye to me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. I was still Mathias's wife and it was two months before he met his true love. In this life, I refused to be hurt by him again. After talking some sense into my head, I asked him for a divorce in other to escape being heartbroken like I was previously. Mathias tore up the divorce papers time and time again while also shutting me down. "Rylie, stop all this nonsense! Playing hard to get doesn't work anymore!" To show him that I was dead serious, I went ahead to file for divorce. Only then did he panic. He abandoned the "woman of his dreams" and came to my side. "Please give me a second chance, Rylie. I promise to do right by you. You'll be the only woman in my heart from now on. Don't leave me, okay?" A war broke out in my mind after this apology. On one hand, I didn't want to be hurt again. And on the other, I didn't want to let go of the man I loved so dearly. What should I do?!/0/85840/coverorgin.jpg?v=5eebd7e3517ac5492bc56ae1565f8446&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mother, My Vengeance
The last thing I remembered was the splintering pain as I tumbled down the stairs. My mother-in-law, Martha, stood at the top, her face a mask of cold satisfaction. "You should have just stayed in your place, Sarah. None of this had to happen." Her words were crueler than the impact that shattered my bones. My vision blurred to a dark red. The last image in my mind wasn't of her, but of my daughter, Lily, her tiny body limp in my arms. Lily was dead because of Martha. And now, so was I. My husband, Mark, would believe his mother. He always did. My death would be just another inconvenience for them. Then, a sudden, blinding light. I shot up, drenched in sweat. My room was familiar. My hands were whole. No pain. My phone buzzed. October 12th. The day Lily died. Pure terror washed over me. This had to be a dream. But the room was real. My frantic heartbeat was real. I had come back. I was given a second chance. Not for forgiveness. Not for reconciliation. A chance for revenge. The submissive Sarah was gone, shattered at the bottom of those stairs. The woman who woke up was forged in betrayal and grief. Lily was downstairs with Martha. Martha, who in a few hours, would give my peanut-allergic daughter a "special" peanut cookie. The same Martha who dismissed Lily' s deadly allergy as "just a little sensitivity." They didn' t believe me. Or they didn' t care. The result was the same. My daughter died. Not this time. I ran. The smell of sweet, nutty death filled the air. I burst into the kitchen, just as Martha offered Lily the cookies. "No!" I ripped the plate from her hand, shattering it in the sink. "You will never, ever eat Grandma's cookies," I told Lily, holding her close. "They will make you very, very sick." Martha puffed out her chest. "Peanut isn't going to kill anyone. It builds up tolerance." The same words she'd used before. The same excuses that put my daughter in a casket. But I wasn't that woman anymore. "You are a stupid, stubborn old woman," I said, cold and clear. "Your 'wisdom' is going to get someone killed." I knew all their secrets now. The game had changed. And I was making the rules./1/121205/coverorgin.jpg?v=28e52395bddd68010c09fd9f42b12049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Now You End Up Chasing Me, Mr. Playboy
Juliana married the city's most notorious playboy, only to catch him with another woman on their wedding night. Instead of making a scene, she calmly promised to get a divorce after one year and told him he was free to do as he pleased. Certain she meant nothing to him, Sebastian agreed without hesitation. Yet only three months later, the arrogant womanizer became a hopelessly devoted husband, spoiling her, chasing her, and making everyone jealous. As people wondered how she changed him, Juliana simply smiled. The truth was, she had never even tried. He was the one who fell first./0/42364/coverorgin.jpg?v=90b85e9c5f6c22e86de8e39c839c0710&imageMogr2/format/webp)
YOUNG BLOOD 1
Beautiful face makes this high school girl often bullied by her friends. The transfer student from Jakarta did not expect that she would be bullied at a school in the village. Maybe that was Ariana's destiny. Because back in Jakarta he often bullied quiet girls. It turned out that the quiet girl's revenge was really cruel. Ariana's parents fell into poverty and caused her family to live in the village. It turned out that in the village he met a quiet girl who had been bullied when he was in Jakarta. Her name is Bulan, the girl moved from Jakarta to the village because she could no longer stand being bullied by her friends in Jakarta. When they meet at the same school again but with their different economic conditions. That actually makes the moon feel very lucky because time has turned. The moon is currently over and that makes it easy to get revenge on Ariana. At that time, Ariana was bullied every day by the Moon and her friends. Bulan has many friends in the village. So he can do anything to Ariana. Meanwhile, Ariana has no friends at all in the village. Ariana was still a brave girl when she was bullied by the Moon and her gang. Every day Ariana tries to fight the moon and her gang but unfortunately the Moon's camp is more. Even Ariana didn't have any friends at all at the school in the village. Ariana's life in the village was miserable. Poor and bullied. It was karma for Ariana and the bullying was revenge from the Moon. Bulan is not in the same school as her boyfriend, so her boyfriend doesn't know that he is bullying Ariana. But finally the King found out that Bulan was bullying Ariana. Even though Bulan tried to convince the King that Bulan did not bully Ariana. But Raja has evidence of Vidio when Bulan dragged Ariana and beat her and even flushed Ariana with sewer water. The video made Bulan afraid of being expelled from school. Bulan finally apologized and will not repeat her evil deeds. He promised his girlfriend. But that's all already. Because the King has fallen in love with Ariana. It made Raja want to be Ariana's lover. This made Bulan want to take revenge on Ariana even more cruelly. Because according to the Moon, Ariana had stolen the King from her. Once upon a time, the Moon wanted to kill Ariana by mixing poison into Ariana's drink. But the King knew about it. The king changed their drinks and the moon finally drank the poison he made himself. The moon died with a feeling of revenge still left. Meanwhile Ariana felt very sad because the Moon and revenge for her actions and Ariana now realized that bullying was not good. At the end of the story. Ariana's child was bullied by a childhood friend of Ariana's. Gladys was an elementary school friend who had been bullied by Ariana at the time. Gladys' arrival with her child was to bully Ariana's child. No matter how small the bad thing we do, it will definitely fall back on us. So we should do good from now on otherwise we will be in the valley of evil that will kill ourselves./1/116014/coverorgin.jpg?v=c14b9d23d279f2d84e4edb07151e2fb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Can't Afford My Broken Heart
For eight years, I was the perfect, devoted partner to billionaire Andrew Blackburn. But outside his VIP lounge, I overheard the cold truth. "Katharine is just a PR shield," Andrew told his friends, laughing. "Alida is too fragile for the tabloids. Once the trust fund is secure, I'll make the prenup so draconian she'll run for the hills." Days later at a gala, Alida intentionally tripped me. As a thousand-pound steel chandelier plummeted toward us, Andrew's instincts took over. He lunged forward to shield Alida, violently shoving me backward to clear their path. He pushed me directly under the falling glass. Razor-sharp crystal shards exploded into my flesh. As I lay bleeding out on the marble floor, gasping for air, Andrew scooped up the completely unharmed Alida and carried her away. He didn't look back at me. Not even once. Later in the hospital, Alida deliberately tore at my IV needle. When my friend tried to stop her, Andrew stormed in, blindly defending his mistress. He shoved me so hard my weak body tumbled over the terrace ledge, plunging into a freezing fountain and ripping my fresh stitches wide open. Lying in the bloody water, looking up at the man I had loved for almost a decade, my heart turned to solid ice. When I woke up, I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for justice. I called the most ruthless liquidation lawyer in New York and signed a total Asset Stripping Agreement. Then, I booked a one-way flight to Paris, leaving behind a snapped wedding ring and a two-word note. "We're even."/1/107254/coverorgin.jpg?v=20db427c3c9fd91937b4442677c91ba6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Secret Public Wife
For eight years, I was the perfect, understanding wife. My husband, Gavin, insisted his company retreats were strictly for employees. No spouses allowed. I never questioned it, believing I was supporting his demanding career. Then I saw a photo from his last ski trip to Aspen. All his colleagues were there, smiling beside their wives. And in the center stood Gavin, his arm wrapped possessively around another woman. She was wearing my blue silk dress-the one he swore I must have lost at the dry cleaners. My world didn't just crack; it shattered. I discovered that for our entire marriage, he had been living a double life. This woman, Chanelle, wasn't just his mistress. She was his public wife. She was the one who went on lavish trips to Hawaii and Europe. She was the one introduced to his colleagues and clients. She was even listed as his emergency contact-his spouse-in the official company directory. I wasn't just the wife he cheated on. I was the wife he completely erased. But my heartbreak quickly hardened into cold resolve. He was expecting tears and a quiet breakdown. He wasn't expecting me to show up at his company's annual awards gala, marriage certificate in hand, ready to introduce myself to the world he' d hidden from me./0/81947/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5ade4668c4c4f3ec498b8016cb7fd6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Thanksgiving Takedown
My parents' murder left me an empty shell, and my fiancée's abandonment poured salt on the wound. I was drowning. Then, at their funeral, a lifeline appeared: my ex-fiancée's sister, Detective Sarah Davis, publicly proposed, vowing to bring their killers to justice. I said yes, desperately clutching onto her promise. Five years passed. The case grew cold. My world crumbled again when I overheard Sarah, my wife, deliberately stonewalling leads. The killer? Michael Vance, my ex's new husband. My blood ran cold as I heard Sarah pledge to do "anything to protect him," revealing a sickening loyalty that twisted my insides. The truth hit me like a physical blow: my marriage was a calculated performance, every comforting word a lie. She wasn't just covering up; she was protecting my parents' killer, actively erasing me from their family's narrative. How could the woman I trusted betray me so utterly for the man who destroyed my life? After she physically attacked me to shield Michael during a Thanksgiving blow-up – publicly choosing him over me – I knew what I had to do. I systematically gathered irrefutable evidence of their conspiracy, faked my own death, and set the wheels of justice in motion from the shadows. Now, 'Ethan Miller' is dead, but the man he was lives to see justice served, on his own terms./0/82596/coverorgin.jpg?v=c849a0b523b1595c90b6124b8eaa8aab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gilded Betrayal
My life felt like a flawless painting: a thriving art gallery in SoHo, a visa to expand to Paris, and a husband, Ethan, whose grand gestures-even donating a kidney-painted him as the epitome of devotion. But the hushed "whispers even in paradise" I overheard at the French consulate soon materialized into a sickening reality as unfamiliar perfume, a fuchsia lipstick stain, and a pair of lacy thongs pointed to a betrayal within my own home. Ethan' s mistress, Chloe Vance-the unsuspecting Mark's sister and a houseguest who flaunted her presence-was brazen, openly taunting me and daringly sending me explicit videos of their affair, even boasting about being pregnant with his child. The man who once swore eternal love and sacrificed his health for me had meticulously constructed a grotesque pantomime, his every tender touch a suffocating lie designed to gaslight me into insanity. But the agony of betrayal solidified into a chilling resolve: I would not quietly vanish; instead, on our anniversary, I publicly forced Ethan to sign his divorce and transfer his fortune, setting the stage for his dramatic downfall and my own audacious freedom./0/86814/coverorgin.jpg?v=8094eb878e7e2f9f02d8eaaf2796c6d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Husband, Unstoppable Man
I stood before my instructor, Mr. Harrison, the polished floor reflecting my tired face. I was the lead dancer at Stone Corp's prestigious company, but it felt like a prison. "I need to resign," I said, my voice quiet but steady. Then, the true reason for my discontent emerged. "I want to divorce her," I confessed, referring to Olivia, the CEO and my wife. She had stopped seeing me as a person, only a means to an end. My world shattered when I overheard Olivia tell her brother that I had "served my purpose." I was merely a distraction, a "replacement" until Derek Chen, her former fiancé and another dancer, returned. I was a ghost, a stand-in-a role painfully evident as Derek sat beside her at dinner, in the seat that used to be mine. Weeks turned into a nightmare. Derek orchestrated a scene, faking an injury and accusing me of assault. Olivia, without hesitation, believed him. "You are vile," she hissed. She then slapped me, the sting nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal. I crumpled to the floor, consumed by a familiar, dark terror, remembering her promise to never let anyone hurt me. Later, I dragged myself from the locked basement where her security team had thrown me. In the hospital, the doctor delivered the final blow: the fall had caused irreversible damage, leaving me unable to have children. The dream of a family, a home, snatched away by the woman who once said, "We are not having children." A quiet, hollow emptiness settled in me. But I wasn't broken. I was done being a victim. I would get my justice. I would escape my gilded cage./1/115690/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c41a8b35e81cfc67ed514d86c912822&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress
For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household. When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out. Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse. Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs. They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack. But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up. The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander. He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons. Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in. "Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe." Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin./1/104659/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe67cb1ca5bccdbf07478db0b7aa979b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir
I spent three years being the perfect, quiet wife to Julian Sterling, dimming my own light to fit into his cold Manhattan penthouse. On our anniversary, I sat in the dark with a secret that would change our lives forever—I was finally pregnant with the heir he always wanted. But Julian didn't come home to celebrate. He threw divorce papers on the table and told me his first love, Harper, was dying of stage four cancer. "It is her last wish," Julian said, his voice cold and detached. "She wants to be Mrs. Sterling before she dies. It is the only thing she has ever wanted." I signed the papers and walked away without taking a dime of his billions, but fate wasn't done with me. A few days later, our paths crossed in a crowded hospital lobby. Julian, blinded by his need to protect Harper from the paparazzi, saw me as an obstacle in their way. To clear a path for her, he shoved me aside with enough force to send me flying. I hit the sharp corner of a marble desk and collapsed. As I lay on the floor, I watched Julian hesitate for a fraction of a second before choosing to comfort a wailing Harper instead of helping me. He held her hand while I bled out on the cold stone, losing the child he never even knew I was carrying. In the operating room, the truth finally came to light: Harper wasn't dying. She was faking her symptoms with bribes and stage makeup, and Julian had sacrificed his own son’s life for a performance. When he showed up at my bedside crying and begging for a second chance, I realized that the woman he married was gone. I pulled off my platinum wedding ring and dropped it onto the metal tray with a hollow clink. "Take it," I whispered. "It is too heavy. I cannot carry it anymore." Julian thinks he has lost a wife, but he has actually created a storm. I am no longer the quiet girl he broke; I am a Vanderbilt, and I am going to burn his entire world to the ground for what he did to my baby./1/111148/coverorgin.jpg?v=256fc008c9dd278ff0d6dbffeb2fb2d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too late Ex! I found my Mr. Right.
There's always a saying in the married world. "Love endures all." And I've always believed that lie. I've always fantasized that Andrea would someday understand what I felt about him. That if I endured a little longer, he would be kind to our children. I always hoped that we could end up happy. But I was wrong. It was all an illusion. Being in a cold and loveless marriage alone was pain. But being disrespectful toward me with my sister and treating our kids like they didn't matter, was hell. Andrea and I had been married for three years without warmth. His intended bride was supposed to be my step-sister, Lily. But it all came crashing down after a night of a drugged encounter that led to pregnancy. He was forced to choose me instead of my step-sister. Stupid me, I fell in love with him anyway. Even when I knew that he was having a thing with her. Even when he chose to humiliate me. I still believed I held a place in his heart. Until he threw a divorce agreement to my face. Tired and fed up with my cold and miserable life, I left with my kids. Guess what? I found my Mr. Right. A man who always stood by me. A man who my children proudly called Dad. Look who's curling on their knees now?/0/85841/coverorgin.jpg?v=f709ef8501c52a1f76aca660058ae164&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./1/115366/coverorgin.jpg?v=f64f5c1a5712fbbd7fb3c4152cf6d751&imageMogr2/format/webp)
