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Baxy Koseluk

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My Husband Stole My Company, I Took His Life

My Husband Stole My Company, I Took His Life

 Billionaires
5.0
My doctor ordered me to disconnect, three months in Montana. So I trusted my husband, Ethan, and my best friend and COO, Nicole, with my life' s work, EcoWrap. My baby. Then, a battered envelope arrived, shattering my digital detox: Ethan and Nicole were engaged. He' d gifted her a controlling stake in my company, my entire life' s work. I stormed back, interrupting their lavish town hall celebration. They laughed in my face, waving papers I' d supposedly signed, transferring my shares. "You gave me control," Ethan sneered. Nicole, my decade-long friend, smirked, admitting they' d been poisoning me with sedatives in my smoothies for months, making me sign while incapacitated. Now, they were in love, and I was holding the company back. My own employees, people I' d mentored and supported, chose wealth over loyalty, turning their backs on me. Ethan slapped brutal divorce papers on the table, demanding I walk away with nothing. I was cornered, betrayed by everyone I loved, stripped of everything I built. How could this happen? Was I truly losing everything? Yet, as I signed away EcoWrap and even convinced my last loyal partner, Molly, to transfer her shares to them, a cold calm settled over me. "It's not over," I whispered as I walked out. "The real show is about to begin." Just then, the doors swung open, and three titans of industry walked in, looking directly at me.
My Dying Wish: A Fiancé's Betrayal

My Dying Wish: A Fiancé's Betrayal

 Modern
4.2
My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying. My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum. "Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish." I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for. As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them. But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them. "This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."
From Cast-off To The City's Queen

From Cast-off To The City's Queen

 Modern
5.0
I spent three years making myself small, hiding my sketchbook beneath silk blouses just to keep the peace in a marriage that felt like a museum. Then, Blair came home early, bringing his first love, Keely, into our living room to serve me with divorce papers. He didn't look at me, only at the legal document he’d laid on the glass table like a death warrant for my entire life. He told me to be smart and sign it, while Keely smiled and thanked me for keeping his home and wearing her clothes while she was away. I had been nothing more than a placeholder, a shadow filling the space she’d left behind, and now I was being discarded without a cent or a home. I looked at the Baccarat chandelier and the life I had tried so hard to build, suddenly realizing that I had spent three years desperate for a love that was never on offer. I signed the papers, took nothing but my sketchbook, and walked out into the freezing November rain with three hundred dollars to my name and nowhere to go. I was nothing, I was alone, and I was entirely free. I stood on the corner of the street, shivering in the downpour, and made a desperate, insane gamble when a black car pulled up to the curb. I looked at the stranger behind the tinted glass and asked the only question I had left: "Do you need a wife?"
The Alpha's Collared Pet: Rejected and Reborn

The Alpha's Collared Pet: Rejected and Reborn

 Werewolf
5.0
For ten years, I lived for Dante Moretti. I waited for my eighteenth birthday, knowing that the Alpha of the Dark Nebula was my fated mate. But when the day finally came, he didn't claim me. He brought Isabella home instead. A warrior. A political asset. "Welcome home, my future Luna," he announced to the pack, shattering my heart in front of everyone. I was just the orphan girl who couldn't Shift. A liability. To ensure I knew my place, Isabella offered me a "gift." A collar made of pure silver. To a human, it is jewelry. To a wolf, it is acid. When she locked it around my neck, the metal sizzled. The smell of my own burning flesh filled the room. I fell to my knees, screaming, looking at Dante with tears in my eyes. I begged him to stop her. But he just looked at me, his face a mask of cold logic. "Wear it," he commanded, ignoring the smoke rising from my skin. "Consider it discipline. If you take it off, you leave the Pack." He thought he was protecting me. He thought making me look weak would save me from his enemies. He didn't realize he was killing the girl who loved him. That night, I didn't just take off the collar. I closed my eyes, found the golden thread of our Mate Bond in my mind, and snapped it in half. Dante collapsed in the hallway, clutching his chest in agony as he felt our connection die. "What did you do?" he whispered into the void. "I set you free, Alpha," I said. Then I ran into the storm. He thought I was a defenseless human. He didn't know I was the lost daughter of the Royal White Wolf bloodline. And when I returned, I wouldn't be kneeling.
A Second Chance At True Love

A Second Chance At True Love

 Romance
5.0
On our third wedding anniversary, I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant. Instead, I watched him get down on one knee and propose to another woman. In the ensuing chaos, he shoved me down a flight of marble stairs. I woke up in the hospital, losing our baby. The doctor called him, begging him to come. "Tell her to stop this pathetic act," I heard my husband's voice say over the phone. "I don't have time for her games." He hung up. He was at the same hospital, comforting his mistress over a minor burn while our child died. After three years of lies and five broken promises, I finally woke up. I left him a box with the ultrasound photos and my miscarriage diagnosis, signed the divorce papers, and disappeared from his life forever.
Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage

Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage

 Romance
3.5
The doctor told me my body was reaching its limit. It was the fifth time I was donating bone marrow to save my son, Leo. But I pushed through the pain. My husband, Ethan, said he had a surprise waiting for me when I got home. I walked in to hear him talking with Leo’s live-in nurse, Geneva. My blood ran cold when I heard her call Leo their son. Hidden, I kept listening. The car “accident” right after our wedding that left me infertile? They planned it. My entire seven-year marriage was an elaborate lie, designed to turn me into the perfect, continuous donor for their biological child. My love wasn’t cherished; it was a tool to exploit me. I wasn't a wife or a mother. I was a walking blood bag. All the expensive gifts Ethan gave me after each donation weren’t from love. They were payments for my body parts. They found me collapsed on the floor, and the mask of the loving husband fell away completely. "Leo needs another donation," Ethan said, his voice flat. "The doctor will be here in an hour." When I refused, he had his security guards hold me down. I watched in horror as he took a syringe and drew my blood himself, my life force, to give to their son.
Betrayal's Sting: A Father's Revenge

Betrayal's Sting: A Father's Revenge

 Romance
5.0
The phone call came at dusk, ripping through the quiet of my evening with words that shattered my world: "Your daughter, Lily... accident... Oceanville General." I raced to the hospital, my heart hammering like a trapped bird, praying for a miracle, only to find my estranged wife, Sarah, coolly discussing the "accident" as if our five-year-old Lily was a mere inconvenience. Then the doctor delivered the fatal blow: "She was calling for you, Mr. Miller. She kept asking for her daddy." But before I could even process the unthinkable, Sarah pulled out her phone, complaining about work, and dismissed the urgent need to see our dying child' s body in the morgue. My world crumbled further when a social media post surfaced: Sarah, raising a champagne glass, arm-in-arm with her step-brother, Mark, celebrating a 'victory' while our Lily lay cold in the morgue. The next day, she refused to help with funeral arrangements, claiming she was "swamped," yet a child's voice echoed in the background of her call: "Daddy, can I have some juice?" My own daughter was deemed a burden, while Sarah played doting "Auntie" to her lover' s child, a child he had with his wife. What kind of monster cares so little for her own flesh and blood, yet dotes on another' s? The betrayal stung, but it was just the beginning. I knew, with chilling clarity, that this was no accident. This was a conspiracy, and I would expose every dark secret.
Her Son, His Secret

Her Son, His Secret

 Romance
3.5
For five years, I clung to the memory of Liam, my husband, lost to a mysterious accident. Then he reappeared, a month ago, but he was a stranger, stripped of his memories of me, and worse, he brought her-Chloe, the sweet, innocent woman he' d met while he was gone. Now, Chloe, pregnant with Liam' s child, slid a half-million-dollar check across my own mahogany table, a cruel offer to buy me out of my marriage. Liam, when he walked in, only cemented my nightmare, his face softening for her and hardening in cold impatience for me, accusing me of bothering her in my own home. He even suggested I help Chloe plan their wedding, believing her lies about his lost child that once was ours. Cold rage replaced my heartbreak; if he wanted a wedding planner, I' d be the best-and then disappear, completely. But Chloe' s cruelty didn' t stop. She orchestrated my kidnapping, gloating that Liam' s amnesia was her doing, a drug she' d used for years to erase me. When Liam found me, battered and bruised, he accused me of faking it all to frame Chloe. My world shattered, but amidst the wreckage, an email arrived: my permanent residency in New Zealand was approved. I signed the divorce papers, ready to leave, just as my brother texted: Liam had another accident, hit his head, and remembered everything. Without hesitation, I broke my phone' s SIM card and tossed it, choosing to leave the pieces of my past behind. Two years later, Liam, haunted and remorseful, found me in New Zealand, wanting to apologize and fix what was broken, desperate to know about the son clinging to my leg-Leo. "No, Liam. He is not yours. He is mine." I told him, crushing his impossible hope. I explained that the love I had for him, and our future, had simply transferred to Leo, the family we were supposed to have. At Leo' s first birthday, a deranged Chloe attacked me with a knife, Liam, true to his word (and perhaps seeking redemption), threw himself in front of me, and took the fatal blow, paying his debt. I felt nothing but a transaction completed; his life for my stolen five years. Later, a tall, impeccably dressed stranger arrived, his face uncannily like Leo' s. "My name is Julian Davenport," he said, his gaze fixed on my son. "I believe you have my son. The clinic made a rather significant error with my donation. It seems they gave you the premier sample by mistake. So, I've come to collect him."
Love's Ashes, Vengeance's Spark

Love's Ashes, Vengeance's Spark

 Modern
5.0
My life as a celebrated chef was perfectly seasoned: a Michelin-starred restaurant, a demanding but respected father, and a beautiful fiancée, Chloe, who promised an empire. Then, one catastrophic night, I found Chloe, my love, in a passionate embrace with Liam, my supposed business partner, amidst the dry storage of my father' s restaurant. Rage, blinding and raw, consumed me. A fight erupted, sacks of flour burst, and cooking oil slicked the floor, transforming our kitchen into a powder keg. My ailing father, drawn by the chaos, collapsed, his eyes filled with disappointment, not at the scene, but at me. Chloe seized the moment, twisting the narrative: "He' s lost it, Dad! He' s going to destroy everything!" Liam, at Chloe's silent command, ignited a kitchen torch and tossed it into the spilled oil and flour. The world exploded in flames as Chloe dragged Liam away, screaming, "Ethan did this! He tried to kill us all!" I was left trapped in a roaring inferno with my dying father, his last breath a whisper against my hand. At the hospital, framed as the jealous arsonist, I learned my father died of a heart attack, not the fire. Chloe, pristine and emotionless, pressured me to donate skin grafts to Liam, the man who set the fire, repeatedly. I overheard her cold calculations: my "tragedy" was a marketing opportunity, and my subsequent injuries meant "no messy heirs to complicate the inheritance." They wanted everything, including my very essence, leaving me an empty shell. Liam, with a cruel smirk, taunted me, "Chloe' s with a real man now. Someone who can give her what she wants." I finally saw it all: a calculated, systematic destruction, orchestrated by the woman I loved. The pain, once crippling, ignited a new purpose; this was not the end, but the beginning of a war.
Not Your Average Law Firm

Not Your Average Law Firm

 Billionaires
5.0
I was a zombie, fueled by lukewarm takeout and dreams of sleep. As a junior associate at a top New York law firm, my life was a blur of billable hours, 72-hour work marathons, and the soul-crushing weight of corporate expectations. After preparing for a merger that felt like a lifetime, I finally crumbled, face-planting onto a stack of legal briefs. But when I woke up, the world was a metallic blur, cold and unyielding. Panic surged, yet I found no lungs to scream. I was trapped, my entire consciousness crammed inside a high-end, silver tie clip, sitting on a mahogany desk. My new owner? Ethan Lester, the notorious bad-boy heir, whose tabloid exploits I usually scrolled past during my five minutes of daily downtime. He called me "junk," then tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. I, Jennifer Jones, Esq., was now a useless, annoying tie clip on a billionaire playboy's desk. Then I watched in horror as an assassin lunged at him, a needle glinting. I somehow, instinctually, reacted, becoming a silver projectile – a bizarre hero in a world gone mad. A strange, robotic voice in my head declared "Protection Mission 1 complete. Life -1," and I dissolved into darkness. I woke up as a ridiculous leopard-print mascot head, then a high-tech massage gun, each transformation triggered by saving Ethan from another attack. What infernal game was this? Why was I doomed to possess random objects, forced to protect this man? And how in the hell was I going to get my own body back?
From Ruin to Riches: His True Love Story

From Ruin to Riches: His True Love Story

 Romance
5.0
The stale air in City Hall felt heavy, pregnant with the promise of my future. Today, I, Andrew Fowler, was finally signing the domestic partnership papers with Jennifer Smith, the grand precursor to inheriting my family' s massive fortune on my 25th birthday. Five years I' d poured into this relationship, a future meticulously planned. But then, Jen' s phone buzzed. Her usual mask of indifference finally cracked, replaced by genuine panic as she frantically tapped the screen. She barely acknowledged my question before snapping, "It's nothing. Just Tyrone. I have to go. Now." She stormed out, leaving the clerk and me stunned. Moments later, a text from her lit up my phone. It was a photo: Jen, beaming, entwined with Tyrone at the airport, his arm possessively around her. The caption burned into my eyes: "Tyrone is fine with you being my side piece, learn to be grateful. Once your father's assets are legally tied to me, I'll see you once a week. Be a good boy." My world shattered, not with a bang, but a cold, sickening clarity. The woman I thought I loved had betrayed everything, not just my trust, but our entire five years together. She was a viper, a parasite, and her grand plan was about to kick off my humiliation. Every single moment, every claimed memory, every sacrifice, had been a lie. But as I looked at the abandoned documents, a strange calm settled. No. This wasn't the end. This was the beginning. I picked up my phone, my voice steady, and made a single call.
Round Two: My Second Chance

Round Two: My Second Chance

 Young Adult
5.0
Last thing I remembered was pain, then cold, then nothing. I woke up back in my old bedroom, seventeen again, just months before senior year officially began. My heart pounded as I realized: a second chance. But the horror truly started when I walked into Northwood High and saw them: Mark Olsen and Tiffany Vance, draped over each other, flashing smug smiles that radiated pure evil. They caught my eye, and in their gaze, I saw it-not surprise, but chilling recognition. They knew. They were back too. Just like before, they immediately set out to ruin me, mocking my dream of MIT and launching a vicious smear campaign on an anonymous gossip forum, accusing me of cheating and mental instability. They thought their rebirth was a VIP pass to success, flaunting their "past life" knowledge and believing they were invincible. This wasn't some cosmic second chance just for me; it was Round Two, and they were playing dirty, again. My first life, they ruined it completely, watching triumphantly as my world crumbled, my scholarship lost, my future shattered. The humiliation, the years of struggle, ultimately leading to my death, flashed before my eyes. But that cold dread transformed into an unshakeable resolve. This time, I wouldn't break. This time, I would reclaim my destiny. Challenge accepted.
A New Chapter, A New Win

A New Chapter, A New Win

 Modern
5.0
Jake, the celebrated captain of Phoenix Rising, had just led his team to an epic Grand Finals victory. His wife and team owner, Alexis, beaming on stage, announced a $200,000 performance bonus for his triumph. He thought things were finally looking up, perhaps even for their marriage. But the promised cash bonus quickly turned to ash in his mouth when it arrived not as money, but as worthless digital tokens. Simultaneously, Alexis lavished a $200,000 cash signing bonus and a luxury sports car on Ethan, a new recruit with average skills but a massive social media following. When Jake confronted her, Alexis waved him off, citing "brand optics" and Ethan's "engagement metrics" as more important than Jake's championship wins. Loyal young players who spoke up for Jake were swiftly punished, silencing dissent within the team. The callous disregard for their shared history escalated; he found himself locked out of his own home by Alexis, accused of being "irresponsible" after just wanting a night out. She even forgot their sacred shared day, his mother's death anniversary, only to plan a lavish launch party for Ethan on that exact date. He felt a deep, sickening knot of betrayal and injustice twisting in his gut. How could the woman he'd built everything with, the team they'd founded from scratch, treat him with such calculated cruelty and contempt? Was his value truly zero compared to a TikTok hype machine? The final blow came in front of the entire team: when Ethan faked an injury, Alexis slapped Jake across the face, screamed at him to apologize, and then handed him a promotional gaming mouse as his "severance," demanding he teach his replacement, Ethan, how to be captain. That burning sting on his cheek became the fire of his resolve.
When Memory Betrayed Her

When Memory Betrayed Her

 Modern
5.0
Sarah Miller stood at the State Teacher Certification Exam hall, her lifelong dream of becoming a teacher finally within reach. Years of arduous study and her parents' immense sacrifices culminated in this pivotal moment. For the third consecutive year, a stern proctor flatly denied her entry, declaring her name mysteriously "flagged" for "security concerns." Even her kind former teacher, Ms. Hayes, turned her away with troubled eyes, repeating the same vague excuse. Her parents and friends watched helplessly as their hopes crumbled before stony-faced officials who labeled Sarah a "risk." When she lunged for the door, burly security guards brutally restrained her, scattering her notes and attracting a persistent news crew. "What is in this file?!" Sarah screamed, a raw cry born from years of suffocating anxiety and a terrifying mental blank for these alleged "incidents." She remembered no "episodes," only this cruel, unjust barrier to the future she had promised her beloved, deceased brother. Then, her admission ticket fluttered to the floor, revealing a tiny, hidden photograph: Mikey' s smiling face. Her old professor, Dr. Carter, stepped forward, finally revealing this entire harrowing ordeal was a cruel, orchestrated plan to shatter her trauma-induced amnesia. A brutal truth, long buried, was about to resurface.
Love, Infinite

Love, Infinite

 Others
5.0
War God's love affair requires ten reincarnations. In every life, it's always with me. He made friends with Fate Immortal, carrying memories of reincarnation. But I, die in his hands every life, suffering from the torment of love. In the last life, he killed my entire family, and finally killed me. Although there is guilt in his eyes, the words he said were chilling: "Mortals are just tools for our torment. You should consider yourself lucky to be chosen by me." Later, my soul drifted to the Nine Realms and met a man in dark clothes. He was sealed by a divine sword, and when he looked at me, his eyes lit up: "As long as you can pull it out, I can help you be reborn for revenge." I gripped the sword handle and said coldly: "I don't want to be reborn, I want to make sure he doesn't survive this life!"