Ardisj Matthies
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Reborn Heiress: The Cheating Fiancé's Regret
Modern Aria Montgomery was the heiress to a massive fortune, about to marry her fiancé, Blake, in the grandest wedding of the year.
But just before the ceremony, she was drugged and trapped in her bridal suite, forced to listen to her fiancé and her maid of honor having sex in the adjoining closet.
"Once I have controlling shares in the Montgomery corporation, the first thing I'll do is divorce her. Then I'll marry you, properly."
In her past life, Aria was completely blind to their betrayal. She foolishly married Blake, letting him systematically drain her family's entire empire. Her so-called best friend, Cassie, played the concerned shoulder to cry on while secretly sleeping in her husband's bed. Cassie even deliberately spilled oil on the stairs, causing Aria to miscarry her baby. When Damian, the only man who truly tried to protect her, fought back, Blake arranged a fiery car crash to silence him forever. In the end, they threw Aria into a pit and buried her alive, laughing as the cold, wet earth filled her lungs.
Until her last breath, she was filled with agonizing regret. She had given them everything, so why did they murder her child and destroy her family? And why did Damian have to die paying for her stupid mistakes?
Opening her eyes again, Aria was back on the morning of her wedding. Hearing their breathless moans from the closet, she didn't scream or cry. She just calmly picked up her phone, switched it to video mode, and recorded everything. The Neglected Wife's Spectacular Corporate Comeback
Romance On her fourth anniversary, Chloe prepared a perfect candlelight dinner for her billionaire husband, Julian.
He ignored the meal, coldly forced himself on her, and rushed out the door the moment his first love called with a "pregnancy scare."
Left alone, Chloe suddenly collapsed from a ruptured ovarian cyst. Bleeding internally and in agonizing pain, she called him from the emergency room, begging him to sign her life-saving surgical consent form.
He just laughed coldly.
"Are you really so desperate for attention that you'd fake a medical emergency? Stop playing these childish games."
He hung up to comfort his pregnant mistress, leaving his wife to bleed out alone.
Chloe had to carve her maiden name onto the consent form herself. As the cold anesthesia set in, she realized her four years of absolute devotion were nothing but a cruel joke. He was perfectly fine letting her die just so he could hold another woman's hand.
When she woke up alone in the hospital room, her heart had completely turned to stone.
She took out the unlimited black card he had given her and swiped a quarter of a million dollars for a new luxury apartment.
Then, she signed the divorce papers and scheduled a leak of his company's most confidential files to his biggest rival.
Tomorrow, she wouldn't be returning as his devoted wife. She would be his absolute ruin. He Chose The Rogue Over His Fated Mate
Werewolf I lay on the cold steel operating table, enduring the agonizing Bloodline Breeding Ritual without anesthesia.
As a supposedly weak Omega, having my life essence extracted was the only way to give my Alpha mate, Rowan, a pureblood heir.
The Healer warned that my essence would expire in twenty-four hours if Rowan didn't inject his blood into it.
But my mind-link was blocked, and I waited in the empty clinic all night.
When he finally showed up twenty-five hours later, he casually dismissed my suffering and told me we would just do the ritual again next month.
He reeked of cheap floral perfume, a scent belonging to his former rogue lover, Serena.
Soon after, Serena barged into my home using a passcode Rowan gave her, and threw a positive pregnancy test onto my coffee table.
She sneered that she was carrying his heir, mocking the childhood trauma I had only ever confided in my husband.
Rowan panicked, but instead of defending me, he proposed a vile compromise.
"We will take the pup and raise it as our own. You will remain the Luna, and no one needs to know."
I had sacrificed the marrow of my bones for this man, while he was in a hotel bed promising my title to a rogue.
Looking at his terrified, cowardly face, I didn't cry or beg.
I pulled out a thick stack of papers and threw them onto the table.
"I want a complete severance of the mate bond. And I am taking half of this territory's wealth." The Billionaire's Silent Bride: Unspoken Vows
Modern Waking up in silk sheets should have felt like a dream, but the smell of expensive whiskey and masculine musk triggered a warning siren in my skull. I was in Dorian McClain’s bed—the man who could crush my entire existence with a single signature.
I fled his hotel suite like a ghost, but in my hungover panic, I snatched the wrong phone. By the time I reached my crumbling apartment in Queens, that one mistake had already set my life on fire.
My uncle Silas had trashed my home, demanding money for my grandfather’s nursing home bill. When he saw Dorian’s encrypted phone, he didn't see a mistake; he saw a ransom. He sold me out to debt collectors who held a switchblade to my throat, forcing me to call the billionaire I had just abandoned. Dorian didn't save me out of mercy; he came to reclaim a security breach.
He treated my rescue like a cold business transaction. He had me fired from my job and forced me into a marriage contract just to secure his family trust. He even made me beg for my grandfather’s life, demanding a humiliating act of submission for a medical bill that was mere pocket change to him. To him, I was just a mute, broken girl—the perfect silent accessory for his public image.
"Welcome to hell, Mrs. McClain," he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he slid a massive diamond onto my finger.
He thinks my silence is a trauma-induced weakness. He thinks he bought a submissive pawn who will stay in her gilded cage. But as I sat in his penthouse and bypassed his "unbreakable" firewalls in seconds, I realized he had made a fatal mistake. Dorian McClain didn't just buy a wife; he invited the CIA’s most dangerous ghost into his private mainframe.
Echo is back online, and I’m going to burn his empire to the ground. My Curse, Their Endless Guilt
Modern I was born with a curse. I see a shimmering, crimson timer above everyone's head, counting down to the exact moment of their death. For this, my family has treated me like a monster for eighteen years, blaming me for every tragedy I foresaw.
On my 21st birthday, the timer finally appeared above my own head. I had twenty-four hours left to live.
I spent my last day preparing a feast, a desperate plea for one final family dinner. With only minutes to spare, I called my eldest brother, Fredrick, my voice breaking.
"Please, just come home," I sobbed. "I'm going to die tonight."
His response was colder than the grave. "Are you really so desperate for attention that you'd stoop to such pathetic lies?"
Then, I heard the click of the line going dead.
I died alone at that table, surrounded by the food no one came to eat. But my death wasn't the end. It was the beginning of their nightmare, a personal hell of guilt they could never escape. The Capo Who Forgot His Beloved Wife
Mafia Five years ago, Dante Moretti was the Capo who promised to burn the world for me.
Today, he is a monster with amnesia who treats me like a servant while parading his mistress, Carla, in front of me.
When Carla cut her own baby's lip to frame me, Dante didn't ask for proof.
He dragged me into the hotel lobby, claiming I was a monster who hurt children.
He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You use your voice to lie. You don't deserve a voice."
He ordered his guards to hold me down.
Then, he took a silver needle and thick black thread.
Right there in front of the staff and guests, he sewed my mouth shut.
Three stitches.
One for silence.
One for obedience.
One for the Family.
He thought he had broken me.
He didn't know that while I bled, the walls blocking his memory were already crumbling.
Months later, after I had escaped and built a new life, he found me.
He knelt in the snow outside my gate, weeping, begging to fix what he broke.
"I remember everything, Elena. I love you."
I touched the white scars on my lips and looked down at him.
"You can't fix this, Dante."
"Unless you can give me the last five years back." Eight Losses, One Last Hope
Romance Eight times, I had felt the flutter of life inside me, a secret joy shared only with Aidan. And eight times, he had taken it away, whispering that our love was too fragile.
This ninth time, a faint blue line on a plastic stick, I promised myself would be different. But then, he walked in with Gisele Vaughn, his arm possessively around her, announcing she was the new Mrs. Rosario.
My heart stopped. The house staff fawned over her, their words cutting me like tiny knives. Aidan, once my protector, now accused me of drama, of trying to make Gisele uncomfortable. A wave of nausea hit me, the pregnancy test in my pocket a block of ice.
He turned to Gisele, his voice softening, calling me emotional. I was just the ward, the child he was responsible for. But what about the whispered promises, the nights he held me like I was everything? Was it all a lie?
Gisele' s cruel whisper confirmed it: Aidan had spent a decade making me fall in love with him, just to destroy me, to make my father feel the pain of losing a child. He called my lost babies "mistakes," "unwanted little accidents."
The truth shattered me. He had used me, a pawn in his revenge. My love, my pain, my children-all meaningless. I had to escape, to protect this last, fragile life. The Ex-Wife’s Grand Return
Modern My husband, Brady, was supposed to be the love of my life, the man who promised to protect me forever. Instead, he was the one who hurt me the most.
He forced me to sign divorce papers, accusing me of corporate espionage and sabotaging company projects, all while his first love, Hettie, who was supposedly dead, reappeared, pregnant with his child.
My family was gone, my mother disowned me, and my father died while I was working late, a choice I'd regret forever. I was dying, suffering from late-stage cancer, and he didn't even know, or care. He was too busy with Hettie, who was allergic to the flowers I tended for him, the ones he loved because Hettie loved them.
He accused me of having an affair with my adoptive brother, Callum, who was also my doctor, the only person who truly cared for me. He called me disgusting, a skeleton, and told me no one loved me.
I was terrified that if I fought back, I would lose even the right to hear his voice on the phone. I was so weak, so pathetic.
But I wouldn't let him win.
I signed the divorce papers, giving him Simon Corp, the company he always wanted to destroy.
I faked my death, hoping he would finally be happy.
But I was wrong.
Three years later, I returned as Aurora Morgan, a powerful woman with a new identity, ready to make him pay for everything he had done. Amnesia's Kiss, Divorce's Demand
Romance The first thing I felt after waking up from surgery was a dull ache and the annoying beeping of a machine. My eyes fluttered open to a sterile white ceiling. I didn' t know where I was, and I couldn't recognize the woman in a sharp business suit standing by the window-Chloe Davis, my wife.
The doctor said the surgery was a success, and that I, "Liam," would make a full recovery. Liam? I had just donated a kidney, but not to myself. It was for her ex-fiancé, Liam, a fact she didn't even acknowledge. "The press is waiting outside," she said, spinning my near-death experience into PR for her company, hoping it would help with Series B funding.
I stared at her, my mind blank. The past seven years, gone, erased by a surgical complication. I was twenty-two again. The man who had sacrificed a part of his body for her ex was a stranger to me. I grabbed a clipboard and wrote two words: DIVORCE AGREEMENT. Then I signed my name. "I want a divorce," I told her.
She laughed, a short, ugly sound. "Don' t be ridiculous, Ethan. Is this some new way to get my attention? It' s pathetic." The pitying glances from the nurses and other patients' families made me sick. They saw a devoted husband, a hero. Chloe, seeing their sympathy, leaned in. "You think this stunt will work? You've been trying to guilt me for years. It won't work now."
Then, as if discussing the weather, she said, "You' re fired, by the way... Think about your mistakes, Ethan. When you' re ready to apologize, you know where to find me." But it wasn't a mistake. "I just woke up," I said to her retreating back. My voice was stronger now.
My friend Mark burst in, "Chloe' s assistant called me. A kidney? For Liam? Are you insane?" I looked at him. "I don' t remember... I don' t remember the last seven years." A seven-year chunk of my life, just… gone. Now, that memory, and all the others like it, felt like they belonged to someone else. It was like reading a sad story about a character I didn't know. Reborn Bride, Deadly Betrayal
Romance The silk sheets felt too soft, the air too clean. I sat up quickly, my hands flying to my stomach. It was flat, but not with the emptiness of starvation. It was the familiar flatness of the night before my wedding. My past life wasn\'t a nightmare. It was a memory. And today was my wedding day. Again.
A sharp cramp seized my stomach, and cold sweat broke out across my forehead. That feeling was horribly familiar. It was happening again. In the grand hall of the Stone family estate, filled with the city\'s most powerful, the air was thick with fear that kept them silent. No one wanted to upset the Stones. Next to me, Brittany whimpered softly. We were both on our knees, captives in the middle of my wedding reception.
Whispers started to ripple through the crowd, quiet but sharp. "Who will Liam choose?" "Chloe is probably done for. Liam never wanted this arranged marriage anyway. Maybe he' ll use this to get rid of her for good…"
Liam stood before us, his handsome face a mask of stone. His eyes never left Brittany. "I want both," he said, his voice level. A cruel joke.
The blade pressed deeper into my back. Brittany cried, "Liam, save me!" Without hesitation, Liam said, "Chloe, Brittany is different. She only has me. So I have to save her." He paused. "If something happens to you today, I' ll take care of your parents. I' ll repay you in the next life."
My heart stopped. He was offering my family' s company as compensation for my life.
I stared right back at him, the man who had killed me. "Why do you think the Kingston Corporation would still partner with the Stone family if you don' t choose me today? Liam, you overestimate yourself. And who the hell wants a next life with you?"
His face darkened. "Chloe, are you pushing me?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
The old Chloe would have fallen silent. That Chloe died in a cold basement, her baby dead inside her. I was awake now. "I wouldn' t dare push you, Mr. Stone," I said. "But today is our wedding. The security is extremely tight. If Brittany' s presence here was your doing, then tell me, how did this kidnapper get in with a knife?" His Cold Heart, My Burning Love
Romance The studio lights burned hot, a stark contrast to the manufactured chill, as I stood on a platform, a fake smile plastered on my face.
This wasn' t about a generic second chance; it was about Jake Miller.
Then, he walked out-the boy I left behind, now a stranger in a tailored suit, a Silicon Valley titan.
His gaze swept past me without a flicker of recognition, and my heart sank.
Before I could process the sting, Chloe Davis, a social media influencer, glided onto the stage, linking her arm with his, her cooing voice dripping with practiced sweetness.
He stood there, allowing her to cling to him, his silence a crushing answer-seven years of distance felt like an eternity.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his eyes cold and empty, when I finally found the courage to approach.
The question hit me harder than a physical blow, followed by his dismissive "Right. The artist. I' m a little busy right now."
The next morning, his unanswered question mark on my phone served as a stark reminder of his indifference.
Then, I overheard him promise Chloe a romantic dinner cruise, solidifying my humiliation.
When I twisted my ankle during a beach volleyball game, he watched me with unnerving calm, then abandoned me to take Chloe on the promised date.
That night, my desperate, anonymous text confessing my love was met with Chloe' s triumphant announcement that she and Jake were the "Heartbeat Couple," confirming he had publicly chosen her.
Just as I was about to give up, my childhood best friend, Ethan Vance, unexpectedly appeared, announcing he was here to "reclaim his fiancée" right in front of Jake and the cameras.
Jake' s mask of indifference cracked; his jaw tightened as he strode away, but moments later, in the library, he coldly told me I needed an "appointment" to speak with him.
Later, seeing him subtly express jealousy towards Ethan gave me a sliver of hope, only for my mother to call, accusing me of embarrassing the family and demanding I leave the show.
Then Ethan delivered the final blow: Jake was planning to announce his engagement to Chloe on the final episode.
I rushed to Jake' s mansion, desperate for him to hear my explanation, only for him to declare, "I' m not interested in your excuses. It' s too late," then told me to leave.
Returning one last time, begging at his gate, I confessed my heart through his closed door, only for him to open it, revealing Chloe, sitting smugly on his bed.
He then pulled out his phone, showed me my contact, and brutally pressed "Delete," whispering, "Don' t ever contact me again," and added a final, cruel remark about Chloe' s preference for flowers.
The next morning, as I cut my finger, bleeding onto the counter, he saw me, then turned away to pour Chloe orange juice, as if I didn' t exist.
"I' m leaving the show," I told Liam, my voice hollow, realizing there was nothing left to fight for.
A year later, with my art finding success, my phone rang-an unknown number.
It was Jake, his voice hesitant, saying he needed to talk, and I echoed his past words, "My assistant can schedule a call for you. Perhaps in a few weeks," then hung up.
Liam revealed the truth: I left for Paris not out of ambition, but to save my family from bankruptcy, and Jake had changed his number, preventing my desperate calls.
Jake watched my televised interview, our misunderstanding laid bare, and for the first time, felt the full, crushing weight of his regret, and I knew: the chase was about to begin. Scandal in D.C.
Romance After seven years in war zones, Dr. Ethan Vance returned home, hoping for a joyful reunion with his Senator wife, Katherine. He imagined surprising her at their Georgetown townhouse, eager to finally bridge the distance.
But her texts were cold, telling him to check into a hotel. His heart sank when he found their once-shared home stripped bare, like a tomb. Then, the news flashed her image, smiling, with country music star Cody Nash, her "serious partner."
On their seventh anniversary, seeing Cody's arm possessively around Katherine at a gala, Ethan's world fractured. Cody, arrogant and smug, publicly shamed him, calling him a "stalker" for trying to approach his own wife. In a blinding flash of cameras, Ethan held up his marriage certificate and declared, "I'm her husband."
Backstage, the devastating truth shattered him: Katherine and Cody had been together for four years. Four years, while he risked his life, believing in their future. The cold fury he felt wasn't just heartbreak; it was the sickening realization he'd been completely erased. He watched her turn his absence into her excuse, blaming him for her betrayal.
Disgusted, Ethan reached for his phone. He now had one goal: expose the carefully constructed lie and reclaim his dignity. Would he demand an apology, or would he unleash a divorce that threatened to burn down her political world? The Hearth's Unholy Secret
Fantasy My best friend Chloe and I were drawn to The Hearth, a mountain valley sanctuary promising peace and belonging.
We sought healing, desperate for a new start, believing in its vision of harmony and finding our true selves.
But The Hearth was a gilded cage.
After a decade of apparent bliss, I accidentally overheard a chilling conversation between Marcus, my husband and leader, and Julian, his second-in-command.
They were discussing how they had orchestrated the brutal "cleansing" I endured years ago, merely to "test" me for Seraphina, the community's revered oracle.
My world shattered.
My spiritual abilities, my very 'Blossoming,' weren't nurtured but exploited.
Chloe' s empathic Soul-Echo had been deliberately siphoned, a shard of it now a "charming little poppet" for Seraphina's raven.
Marcus had faked an illness to manipulate me into draining eight of my nine Wellsprings, not for his safety, but to forge a mighty "Shield of Warding" for Seraphina.
Even my nascent spiritual pregnancy was intentionally aborted by Marcus to preserve Seraphina's "primacy."
Everything was a calculated lie, a cruel manipulation.
The love, the care, the decade of peace – all for Seraphina's sake.
How could we have been so blind, so stupidly grateful?
The people we loved, the community we built, was nothing but an elaborate stage for their monstrous scheme.
Chloe, pushed to her breaking point, unleashed her entire Soul-Echo in a desperate "Soulfire" against Seraphina, only for it to be blocked by the very shield made from my stolen power.
She vanished, consumed by her own essence.
My best friend, gone, and they dismissed it as mere theatrics, demanding more from me.
In that moment, grief turned to an unquenchable, silent fury.
They would pay.
Every single one of them. My Rival, The AI
Modern As a programmer from Chicago, my little brother Leo's rare illness left us drowning in debt, making the national InnovateNext coding championship our only lifeline. A Stanford scholarship and prize money were his only hope.
But it felt like I was trapped in a recurring nightmare: my rival, Tiffany, always beat me by the exact same, infuriating margin – a flawless twenty points.
Each defeat deepened my despair, the hollow victories mirroring Leo' s weakening breaths. Even my boyfriend, Mark, dismissed my suspicions, openly siding with her. I tried everything – offline coding, decoy functions, an unbuggable keyboard – yet that cursed twenty-point gap remained unyielding.
It was maddeningly impossible. This wasn't just cheating; it felt like a pre-written script, a sinister force guaranteeing her win, pushing me to the brink of losing everything.
Cornered, with Leo's life hanging by a thread, I made a desperate, radical gamble for the final round: I submitted the simplest code imaginable, "Hello, World!" I had to expose whatever unnatural power ensured her impossible triumph, even if it meant professional suicide. Undercover Deception: Love And Torment
Modern When I was undercover in the gang, I disguised myself as a kidnapper and kidnapped the family of wealthy businessman Fu Songchen. I even forced him to strip dance while he delivered the ransom.
After the mission ended, I returned to a normal life—delivering food during the day and driving a taxi at night.
Fu Songchen monopolized the delivery market and acquired the taxi company, leaving me completely unemployed.
With a smirk, he said, "Be my girlfriend, and I'll take care of you."
He truly spoiled me for three years, showering me with affection and making me the envy of many.
But then, his first love returned.
To win her over, he forced me to strip dance in public.
Because he had never forgotten the hatred from our days in the gang.
He wanted to take revenge on me, deliberately spending three years elevating me to heaven, only to let me fall heavily into hell. You might like
Rejected By My Ex, Desired By His Father
Glitch Petal After six years together, Joslyn was abandoned before her wedding when her boyfriend chose his first love over her.
Then came an unexpected proposal-from Connor, her ex-boyfriend's adoptive father. "Marry me. You'll get everything you want-and you can get back at him."
The deal came with its perks: a lavish monthly allowance, abundant resources at her fingertips, a husband who was practically never home, and the sheer pleasure of rubbing her new status in her ex-boyfriend's face.
But the distant husband she expected turned possessive instead.
While her ex begged publicly for another chance, Connor pulled her into his arms. "Say that again, and you'll be out of the family forever."
Only later did Joslyn discover the truth-Connor had spent six years planning to make her his.
Believing it was only a beneficial deal, Joslyn agreed.
Constant traveling? A complete lie. And the promise that they'd each live their own lives? Another carefully spun deception. On their wedding night, he had her pinned beneath him, his kisses stealing her breath. And night after night, he kept coming home-utterly fixated on her. Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Ming Yue Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire.
I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock.
I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim.
"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months.
Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout.
But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon
Piao Guo Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone.
Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat.
"Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison."
"You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are."
When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice.
Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters.
They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff.
To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance.
Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie.
The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage.
Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family.
But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil. The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Seven Years A Fool, One Day A Queen
Stella Montgomery Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her.
On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back.
Seven years of loyalty later, Kristine walked away, blocked him, and left his city.
Colton didn't blink-until he saw her at the courthouse, arm-in-arm with another man, and the proud CEO went pale. He went after her, desperation overtaking him.
"I'm sorry. Please give me another chance."
She snapped, "Could you stop? I'm already married." Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
Anemic Sun For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence.
When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer.
Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius.
Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer." 
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