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Fated to The Gorgeous
Young Adult Elena had given her virginity to Chasel, the most popular boy in high school and the secret object of her affection for years. When she shyly brought it up to him afterward, Chasel claimed he had been drunk and didn't remember anything. He offered her a substantial sum of money to leave him alone. Elena's first time had been tainted by Chasel's humiliation, made worse by the fact that he was the first man she had ever truly loved. Elena thought college would be her escape, that her high school memories would fade into obscurity. Instead, Chasel somehow became the object of her college roommate's affections. Worse still, Elena found herself constantly crossing paths with Chasel, who seemed to treat her differently from everyone else...
"One year later, we divorce, with no interference in each other's lives."
The only reason Elena agreed to a fake marriage with Chasel was her absolute conviction that the perfect Chasel could never fall in love with someone like her. But after the wedding, their faked marriage turned all too real. One year later, divorce couldn't even be mentioned-she couldn't even leave the house. Facing Chasel's forced love, Elena escaped through a window, fleeing the prison their home had become.Just when she was congratulating herself on finally escaping his clutches, the very next day, everywhere she went, someone would bow respectfully and say, "Mrs. Anthony, Mr. Anthony is waiting for you over there." Love after Rebirth: A Dark Mafia Romance
Mafia She originally had a fiancé, but she was forcibly taken and possessed by a dangerously handsome mafia king. Even though he was devoted to her, unwavering in his love, spoiling her endlessly, and giving her the utmost indulgence, she still wanted nothing more than to escape...
Yet, after she finally fled, she discovered the truth-the fiancé who claimed to love her had long been secretly involved with her best friend, and the family she had always trusted had already fallen into the hands of her scheming stepsister. All her efforts had led to nothing but complete ruin, and she died in utter misery...
Upon waking up, she stared at her reflection in the mirror-wild, unkempt hair, bloody tattoos, and a face painted like a ghost. Just one more second of looking at herself burned her eyes.
In her past life, she loved another man and tried everything to escape, hating the mafia emperor to the core. Yet in the end, he was the only one who avenged her.
Last time, she had been out of her mind-rejecting her breathtakingly powerful husband, only to be betrayed by a scumbag and a deceitful woman, brainwashed by her so-called best friend, and ultimately abandoned by everyone.
But this time, no matter how those lurking snakes and cunning devils scheme to push her into divorce-sorry, this lady has finally turned her brain on! You might like
Invisible To Her Bully
Dea B Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible.
Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully.
During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin.
As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah.
Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies?
Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside. His Bet, Her Ruin, Their Reckoning
Ellene Millstein The icy water stole my breath, a final, burning cold consuming me as I sank into the dark lake.
The last thing I saw was my Harvard acceptance letter, a cruel joke on the grass.
Yesterday, that letter was everything, the key to saving my brother, Liam.
But that was before Noah Vance, the school bully, destroyed my life.
It began with his chilling "mind-reading" trick.
He cornered me before the exams, his smirk unwavering as he revealed things only I knew, like Liam' s urgent need for a bone marrow transplant and our family' s crushing medical debt.
He proposed a bet: if he got into an Ivy League, I' d be his personal assistant for three months.
If not, he' d pay for Liam' s surgery.
Desperate, I agreed.
I aced my exams, and the call from Harvard brought a wave of relief.
Then I saw the public scoreboard: my perfect score, and right below it, Noah Vance, with the exact same perfect score.
It was impossible.
He and his friends dragged me into the shadows.
"Looks like I won," he sneered, his face inches from mine.
There was no money for Liam; only the bet.
They held me down.
They broke me.
Not just my spirit, but my body.
The next days were a blur of pain and shame.
I couldn' t tell anyone.
Then the hospital called: Liam had a complication, an infection.
Without funds, they couldn' t operate.
He died two days later, and with him, a piece of me.
I walked to the lake, the Harvard letter in hand, feeling nothing but a profound emptiness.
How did Noah Vance, a slacker, get a perfect score?
The water closed over my head.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was in my bed, the sunlight streaming in.
My best friend' s text buzzed on my phone: "You ready for the last day of hell before exams?"
I was back.
Back to the day before the bet, before everything.
A cold smile spread across my face.
This time, Noah Vance would not succeed. The Day I Became Free
Ariel Bruckman Thanksgiving was supposed to be a day of gratitude and family. I' d worked double shifts, saved every penny to buy my mom, Maria, a warm winter coat. I even clung to a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, today would be different, that she'd finally see my efforts.
But my brother, Caleb, saw a massive banner for a 'Gratitude Exchange' TV show, offering a new PSX-Pro console. Maria didn't hesitate. She looked at me, then at the gaming system, and declared, "Why spend money when you have all that gratitude? It's not like it does anyone any good." My heart shattered as she forced me to sign a contract, agreeing to trade "my gratitude for her" for a video game.
On live television, they hooked us up to a memory scanner. Maria and Caleb twisted my past, painting me as an ungrateful, destructive monster to the whole country. They exposed selective, ugly moments, cheering as the 'Approve Trade' vote soared, while I stood there, voiceless, watching my own mother publicly erase me.
How could she? How could my own mother weaponize my memories against me, fabricating a monstrous version of her daughter for a new gaming console? Was my entire existence, my endless sacrifices, truly worth less than a toy?
But then, it was my turn. As my memories flashed across the screen, the real story unfolded: my sacrifices, their manipulations, their true cruelty revealed to the world. And as the public' s outrage turned the vote decisively in my favor, I knew exactly what I had to do. This wasn't just about a console; it was about freedom. My Daddy and Uncles
Flying Soul 🦋 “Alina, you will get late for school again” I heard Dad banging on my door.
“Last 10 min” I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
“Alina…” I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
“I am taking a bath” I yelled.
“Come fast, your breakfast is ready,” Dad said before leaving.
“Good morning” Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
“Good morning” I whispered on his lips.
“When did you bring me here,” I asked.
“You were sleeping,” He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
“This hide and seek is terrible” I sighed.
“But it's fun” He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. Reborn to Save My Dad
Snootie My Harvard acceptance letter felt like a golden ticket, a one-way out of this dead-end town.
That Friday night, after the football game, all I wanted was to help my dad close his auto shop.
But then I heard a muffled sob.
It was Jessica Miller, the head cheerleader, trapped by star quarterback Bryce Vanderbilt.
My dad taught me: "You see something wrong, you make it right."
So, I intervened.
That act of courage cost me everything.
Jessica pointed me out to the police: "He' s the one who attacked me."
My scholarship was rescinded for "moral turpitude."
My name was dragged through the mud.
The stress killed my father, the only man who believed me.
Months later, at a gas station, I confronted Jessica and Bryce.
He shoved me into traffic.
And then, nothing.
I woke up expecting hell, but instead, I was back in the high school parking lot.
The Friday night lights buzzed.
The Harvard letter was in my pocket.
And then I heard it again: Jessica's muffled cry.
The trauma of my first life crashed over me.
Last time, I sacrificed everything for a lie.
This time, I knew what to do.
I turned around, put my hands in my pockets, and walked away.
My father was alive right now.
And my only job was to keep him that way.
This time, justice would look very different. Reborn to Rewrite Their Downfall
Sibeal Sallese I had one dream, one path: the U.S. Naval Academy. Every study session, every athletic drill, built towards Annapolis. It was my future, bright and clear.
Then, my childhood friend, Ethan, handed me a drink, "Just something to help you relax, Maya." It was drugged. I failed the medical exam, my dream crumbling to dust.
While he soared to Ivy League success, I ended up packing boxes in a dead-end job, my spirit as empty as the containers I filled. Years later, at our high school reunion, Ethan's girlfriend, Jessica Hayes, saw him glance at me. That night, she smiled triumphantly, "You don't fit into the script," before pushing me off a balcony to my death.
As I fell, a chilling truth struck me: Jessica knew. She was reborn too. This wasn't merely fate; it was a sinister, orchestrated setup, spanning two lifetimes. The scale of their malice left me utterly enraged.
I gasped awake, seventeen again, in my old bedroom. Three months before the SATs, before the Annapolis medical evaluations. A cold fire ignited within me. Rebirth. Another chance. Not just to reclaim my dream, but for revenge. This time, I knew their script, and I was going to rewrite it into their downfall. Disowned Daughter, Reborn Artist
Adalynn I was the golden girl, the champion equestrian, adored by my father, cherished by my brother, and deeply in love with my high school sweetheart, living a perfect suburban life.
Then, on my 18th birthday, everything shattered when my father brought home Maria, a "troubled teen" he adopted, and suddenly, I ceased to exist.
My father, brother, and even the boy I loved, Ethan, turned their backs on me, falling for Maria' s fragile, manipulative act, consistently choosing her over me, climaxing with them missing my college graduation for her regional play.
When I confronted them about their abandonment, my own father struck me, my brother coldly told me to "get out," and later, after I cooked a meal to try for closure, they accused me of poisoning Maria, believing her fabricated allergic reaction.
Utterly broken and disowned, I fled in a thunderstorm, leaving behind the only family I'd ever known, not realizing it was just the beginning of my rebirth. 
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