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Weeks Before My Wedding, My Fiancé Forgot Only Me
Romance My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom. Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Uncle
Werewolf I was a wolfless outcast taken in by the Blackwood Pack, about to be mated to the powerful Alpha heir, Adrien.
But at our grand union ceremony, he walked down the aisle holding another woman's hand.
"I reject you as my mate," he announced coldly in front of all the guests.
Instead of defending me, my adoptive mother dug her nails into my arm, snarling that I was a curse who brought embarrassment to their name.
My adoptive father and brothers watched with disdain, demanding I apologize for being dumped.
My hypocritical sister, Kendall, pretended to play the peacemaker while giving me a secret, triumphant smirk.
For years, she had systematically stolen my life—my room, my achievements, and even the silver wolf-head brooch left by my dead mother, wearing it like a trophy while I was treated like dirt under their shoes.
They all expected me to break down, to cry and beg on my knees for Adrien to reconsider.
They thought I was still the pathetic charity case they could endlessly manipulate and humiliate.
But the weak girl who would have flinched at their cruelty died in a previous life.
I didn't shed a single tear.
I calmly accepted his rejection, walked right up to Kendall, and slapped her hard across her fake, innocent face.
Then, under their shocked gazes, I turned to the most terrifying, powerful Lycan king in the room.
"I don't want compensation. I claim Blake Wiggins as my new mate." Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Escape
Modern Dr. Kayli Byrd was in the middle of her ER shift when the trauma doors burst open.
The patient wheeled in from a car crash was her husband of five years, Brody.
But he wasn't alone. Beside him was his mistress, Carly, and Kayli's own son, Leo.
Brody didn't even look at Kayli as his wife. He just barked orders at her like she was staff, demanding a full workup for Carly's minor scratch.
When Kayli reached out to check on her son, Leo flinched in fear.
He buried his face into the mistress's neck, whimpering for "Auntie Carly" and completely rejecting his own mother.
Later, at the courthouse, Brody deliberately brought Carly and Leo to flaunt his perfect new family.
He thought this would break Kayli. He thought she would cry and beg him not to leave.
For five years, Kayli had sacrificed her surgical career to play the quiet, invisible wife for his wealthy family.
She finally understood she was just a placeholder, easily replaced by a woman who had effortlessly stolen both her husband and her child.
The betrayal was absolute, leaving her with a cold, hollow space in her chest.
But instead of breaking down, Kayli calmly handed the mediator her terms.
"I'm waiving my custody rights to Leo, and I want a twenty million dollar severance to disappear quietly."
Before Brody could even process the shock, Kayli blocked his number, packed a single suitcase, and boarded a one-way flight to Europe to start a new life. The Substitute Bride of the Scarred Billionaire Heir
Romance I woke up naked in a stranger’s bed aboard the Seraphina, a luxury yacht drifting across the Atlantic.
My head was splitting. My dress was torn on the floor. Bruises bloomed across my skin like proof of a crime I couldn’t remember committing.
Before I could even scream, the cabin door burst open.
My father stood there with my boyfriend behind him, leading a swarm of reporters with flashing cameras.
“I have no such daughter. From this day forward, Alaina Romero has nothing to do with the Snyder family.”
My father disowned me in front of the world.
My boyfriend looked at me like I was filth and ended everything without asking a single question.
I had been drugged, framed, and destroyed in one night.
When I tried to throw myself into the Atlantic, my stepmother stopped me.
Not because she cared.
She needed me alive long enough to take her precious daughter’s place in an arranged marriage.
If I refused, she would cut off my dying mother’s life support.
That was how I became the bride of Dereck Carlisle, the billionaire heir everyone whispered about but no one dared to face.
They said he was disfigured. Violent. Half-mad.
A monster locked away inside his family’s grand estate.
He hated me before we even met.
His family treated me like a stain on their name.
The servants mocked me. His relatives tried to humiliate me. Someone even tried to scald me with boiling tea.
I had lost my family, my reputation, my education, and my future.
They thought I would break.
But then I saw the monster no one else saw clearly.
Dereck Carlisle, shaking in the dark, trapped inside the agony of severe PTSD.
I didn’t run.
I threw him the handmade herbal sachet my mother taught me to make, and for the first time in years, his demons went quiet.
They locked me in a cage and called me a pawn.
Fine.
I would survive their cage.
Then I would make every last one of them regret underestimating me. Escaping The Billionaire's Gilded Cage
Modern For three years, my fiancé Jaxon kept me locked away in a top Swiss psychiatric clinic, claiming it was the only way to cure my severe PTSD.
But as I was signing my discharge papers, the receptionist handed me a recovery certificate dated a full twelve months ago.
She casually mentioned that my heavy "psychiatric medication" for the past year had been nothing but vitamin supplements. I rushed back to New York to surprise him, only to overhear him laughing in his private club. He had been married to a billionaire socialite the entire time I was locked away.
"A few tweaked medical reports, the right 'medication' to keep her foggy. It bought me the time I needed to secure my marriage."
His mother then threw a massive check in my face, ordering me to disappear. Later, a toxicologist friend tested my leftover "vitamins." They weren't just sedatives; they were chemical castration drugs designed to permanently sterilize me.
The man who swore to protect me after my father's death had orchestrated my imprisonment and tried to destroy my body, all while playing the devoted fiancé.
But Jaxon miscalculated one crucial detail. I was already six weeks pregnant with his child.
I picked up his mother's check, wiped away my tears, and crushed the fake pills under my heel.
"Help me disappear without a trace."
I spoke into the burner phone, deciding right then to take my baby and build an empire of my own. Reborn Luna: Rewriting My Tragic Fate
Werewolf I was the devoted Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But he coldly rejected our sacred bond for a pure-blooded she-wolf, tossing me aside like garbage.
That was when a cold voice in my head revealed the horrifying truth.
"Your fate is to be rejected, a tragic footnote in their epic love story."
My entire life was a scripted prophecy controlled by a twisted entity.
According to the script, I was supposed to be locked away, my inner wolf withering from the broken bond until I died in agony.
The entity even confessed to orchestrating the murder of Alpha Gideon, the only father figure I ever had, just to keep our bloodline enslaved to this sick narrative.
I refused to be a ghost in someone else's happily ever after.
Why should my family die and my soul be erased just to serve a predetermined fate?
Instead of crying like the prophecy demanded, I tore my own soul apart to shatter the ancient Scroll of Fate, destroying the entity itself.
Opening my eyes again, I was back to being a ten-year-old child.
It was the exact day my lifelong trauma began.
"Do as I say, Elara. Do not make any more trouble for me."
My mother was trying to force me to take the blame for a bully, just to save her own reputation.
This time, I am writing the script. Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret
Modern For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk.
The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for.
"You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip."
My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father.
I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth.
But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app.
They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move.
"Get dressed. We're going to a party." His Perfect Lie, My Shattered World
Romance I thought I had the perfect marriage to Emerson Gonzales, the most powerful man in the music industry. When the doctor confirmed our baby had a strong, healthy heartbeat, I felt like the luckiest woman alive.
That was before I discovered the truth. I wasn't his wife; I was a substitute. A perfect imitation of his cousin Gisele, who had been in a coma for three years.
The baby wasn't meant to be mine, either. It was a "legacy" for Gisele, a gift for when she woke up.
And when she did wake up, my life became a living hell. She shattered the last memento of my dead mother, and Emerson told me it was just a "cheap little figurine." He had me brutally beaten for her amusement, recording the whole thing as a tribute.
But that wasn't the worst of it. Gisele attacked me, causing a violent miscarriage. Then, she threw the ashes of my mother and my unborn child on the floor and ground them into the dirt with her heel.
My husband, my entire world-all of it was a calculated sham. I was just an incubator, and now, I was disposable.
With nothing left to lose, I took my passport and fled to Paris. When he finally found me, begging me to come home for the sake of "our baby," I just showed him the medical report.
"What baby are you talking about, Emerson?" His Beautiful Lies, My Shattered World
Romance For five years, my husband Gabriel was the perfect man. He was a doting, gentle producer who saw the magic in me, the quiet songwriter behind the scenes. Everyone said the way he looked at me was pure adoration. I believed them.
But his love wasn't for me. It was a shield to protect his real project: my younger sister, the pop star Aria. He was stealing my songs and my art, gifting my soul to her so she could shine while I remained in the shadows.
The final proof came at a party celebrating her latest stolen triumph. When Aria faked a fall, the sound of my husband screaming her name was filled with a raw, desperate love I had never heard in our entire marriage. It was a love reserved only for her.
He then turned to me, his eyes cold, and hissed, "What did you do?"
In that single moment, the woman who loved him died. My entire world, built on his beautiful lies, shattered completely. I wasn't his wife; I was just the golden goose, and my heart was simply collateral damage.
So when he asked what I wanted for my thirtieth birthday, I gave him a small, empty smile.
"I want to go out on the yacht. Just the two of us. We can watch the sunrise."
He thought it was a romantic escape. He had no idea it was the stage for my disappearance and the beginning of his ruin. Her Husband's Cruel Indifference
Modern It was my son Ethan' s fifth birthday, a day meant for celebration. His small hand clutched mine, his eyes wide with the innocent wish to visit the city aquarium.
But then, my husband David, a man as imposing as the military jacket he wore, declared his plans had changed, dismissing our son' s hopes with chilling indifference.
"The aquarium is for common people." he sneered, his true priority a mistress, Lisa Johnson, and their sordid affair.
When I begged for just a few hours, David' s face hardened into a mask of cruel indifference. Ethan, sensing the tension, began to cry softly.
"Crying? Over something so trivial?" he scoffed, before scooping Ethan into his arms. My son' s cries turned to shrieks as David strode towards our private lake.
"I' m teaching him a lesson," he calmly stated.
Before I could react, he tossed our five-year-old son into the dark, cold water.
The splash was horribly loud, and Ethan' s small body disappeared, then reappeared, flailing, gasping for air. David stood motionless, watching him drown, "If he' s my son, he' ll survive."
I screamed, fighting to reach Ethan, but David' s steel grip held me back, forcing me to watch as my son' s struggles grew weaker, his head bobbing, his small hands slapping the water with less and less force.
His eyes, wide with terror, locked on me, a desperate, silent plea.
Then his head went under. It didn' t come back up.
"He failed," David stated, as I collapsed onto the ground, my life shattered.
I returned home to find Ethan' s room being dismantled, his world erased, replaced by a nursery for Lisa' s unborn child. They stood there, smiling, planning their future on the ashes of my son' s life.
"Ethan doesn' t need a room anymore, Sarah," David said, his voice laced with that same chilling indifference.
"He' s dead!" I shrieked, "You killed him!"
His response was a dismissive sigh, and Lisa, cunningly feigning distress for her baby, manipulated David into striking me.
His slap echoed in the empty room, stinging my cheek, and in that horrifying moment, I saw the monster he truly was. This wasn' t just indifference; it was pure evil.
With his father' s help, I held a small memorial for Ethan, a vigil that David and Lisa callously ignored, even sharing a triumphant kiss in front of our son' s symbolic casket. My heart turned to ice.
Then David, in a fit of rage, smashed Ethan' s last photograph and burned his beloved teddy bear, extinguishing the last tangible pieces of my son, and with them, any lingering attachment I had to him.
Later, I discovered David was sterile, meaning Lisa' s baby wasn' t his. This wasn' t just betrayal; it was a calculated scheme.
Clutching the charred remains of Ethan' s teddy bear' s eye, a searing physical anchor to my unimaginable loss, I walked out of that house and that life with a quiet, resolute dignity. I was done. For My Daughter, A Storm
Fantasy The sterile hospital room hummed with the slow, dying breath of my daughter, Gabrielle. My rare family gift, usually a beacon of fortune, felt utterly useless as I watched her slip away.
My husband, Andrew, stood cold and calculating, not grieving, but orchestrating a political damage control campaign, sacrificing Gabrielle' s reputation for his ambition.
Then, the true horror unfolded: he confessed his affair, then mocked my ancestral remedy-the very cure that saved his life once-before pouring the last precious vial onto a sick dog, letting our daughter die.
How could a man be so heartless, so utterly devoid of humanity, to choose ambition and a dog' s comfort over his own child' s life?
But as I buried Gabrielle in the sacred Appalachian soil of our ancestors, a chilling realization ignited within me: the pact was broken, and now, my gift would no longer protect them; it would exact a vengeful fate. From The Dead: A Billionaire's Revenge
Sci-fi The Nevada desert trip with my adoptive parents, Richard and Linda, was meant to be a relaxing break from my Seattle game studio life.
Then a drifter, "K," whispered something chilling to them; their faces instantly turned cold, demanding I sign over my multi-million dollar company to him.
I laughed, thinking it a joke, but their terrifying insistence quickly proved it was real.
Alone at the rented casita, Linda handed me a drugged beer, and the world went fuzzy.
My own parents dragged me off, delivering me to a brutal woman who tortured me in a remote trailer, breaking my legs.
Days passed in grinding agony, K taunting me about destiny, until I died there on the dirty floor.
What impossible words had K whispered, what monstrous secret could turn my family into my destroyers?
Consumed by this horrifying betrayal, I died without an answer.
Then, I gasped and awoke, whole and unbroken, back in the casita.
My legs moved freely, the desert sun warm on my face.
It was the morning of the trip, the day K would reappear, and I had somehow been granted a second chance to fight. You might like
Shattered Bonds: The Reborn Heiress Strikes Back
Annabell Seto Eloise Ferguson was the legitimate daughter of a powerful Senator, yet she was treated like a hysterical burden by her own family.
In her past life, her parents forced her to marry a sadistic billionaire for political funding.
When she resisted, they locked her in a psychiatric facility, drugged her, and left her to die in restraints while her "fragile" cousin Jaylene stole her life.
She never understood why her mother hated her so fiercely.
Why did her mother treat her brother Cortez and her cousin Jaylene like absolute royalty, while throwing her own flesh and blood to the wolves?
Opening her eyes again, Eloise found herself back at age twenty-two, trapped in a restroom at a charity gala.
Escaping her abuser, she used her awakened mystic abilities to look at her family's life forces.
What she saw made her blood run cold.
Thick, red biological cords connected her mother directly to both Cortez and Jaylene, intertwining in a perfect symbiotic bond.
They weren't cousins. They were illegitimate twins born from her mother's secret affair.
Eloise was the only true outsider in her own home.
The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her entire life of abuse was just a cover-up for a nest of parasites stealing her father's name and her inheritance.
But this time, she refused to be their victim.
Armed with an unchallengeable executive order she blackmailed out of the United States President, Eloise crushed the hidden microphone in her bedroom.
"Game on, Mother." The Unbreakable Widow
Mo Yufei The last thing I remember is the cold, seeping into my bones as I froze to death in an abandoned barn.
But then, I heard weeping, and snapped my eyes open to find myself sitting on a hard wooden pew, at Andrew' s funeral.
My mother-in-law, Debra Chadwick, was there, sobbing about how they' d take care of me and Molly, just as she did twenty years ago.
The exact same false promise that had shackled me for two decades, turning me into their live-in nurse and servant until they threw me out to die.
The sheer audacity of it, of being brought back only to face the same manipulative lies, surged through me with a hot, sharp rage.
Not grief, not confusion, but pure, unadulterated fury.
This time, I wouldn't take her sedatives.
This time, I shoved her arm off me. This time, everything would be different. Too Late For His Forgiveness
Danruo Chami The man I loved, the man I was going to marry, asked me to save my twin sister' s life. He didn't look at me as he explained that Annabell's kidneys were failing completely.
Then, he slid the annulment papers across the table. It wasn't just my kidney they wanted. It was my fiancé, too. He told me Annabell's dying wish was to marry him, even for a day.
My family' s reaction was brutal.
"After everything we've done for you?" my mother shrieked. "Annabell saved your father's life! She gave him a piece of herself! And you can't do the same for her?"
My father stood beside her, his face grim. He told me if I wouldn't be a part of the family, I didn't belong in his house. I was being cast out. Again.
They didn't know the truth. They didn't know that five years ago, Annabell drugged my coffee, causing me to miss our father's transplant surgery. She took my place, emerging a hero with a fake scar while I woke up in a cheap motel, branded a coward. The kidney humming inside my father was mine.
They didn't know I only had one kidney left. And they certainly didn't know that a rare disease was already ravaging my body, giving me only months to live.
Abel found me later, his voice ragged.
"Choose, Aurora. Her, or you."
A strange calm washed over me. What did it matter anymore? I looked at the man who once promised me forever and agreed to sign my life away.
"Fine," I said. "I'll do it." Shattered Light: A Queen's Vengeance
AtengKadiwa I woke up back in my old novitiate room.
The sunlight was weak, my head ached, but it wasn't physical pain. It was the crushing weight of a whole life, stolen, crashing back into me.
Years of sacrifice, of pouring my heart into others-Ethan, Maya, Mr. Henderson-all ripped away.
My deepest devotions, twisted by a dark ritual, a "Charm of Transference," meant to siphon my spiritual credit to my sister, Seraphina.
She was lauded for my true work, celebrated for my love, while I was publicly shamed, exiled, and left to die, broken and alone.
Now, I' m back, and the game is already in motion. Alistair is setting the stage for Seraphina's rise, forcing me down familiar paths of betrayal.
I tried to change things, to build something real with Kai, to honor Mr. Henderson. But again, Seraphina claimed every ounce of my effort, my love, my sacrifice as her own, leaving me stripped bare, exiled, deemed "unworthy."
Each repeated betrayal, a fresh cut, compounded the rage that had settled deep within me.
How could they keep stealing my life, my essence, transforming my pure intentions into their glittering lies?
The injustice was a living thing, purer and more potent than any "Grace" they pretended to embody. It burned away the last vestiges of the hopeful girl I once was.
No more. I died once, broken and alone, with anger as my only companion.
This time, my pain is my power, my rage a crucible. On the eve of Seraphina' s coronation, I won' t just endure.
I will shatter their illusion, severing the very source of their stolen power, even if it means destroying myself in the process.
The game has changed. I am back, and this time, I play to win. No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn
Noah Reed The last thing I saw in my first life was my sister Chloe' s enraged face, her hands squeezing the life out of me.
"This is your fault," she hissed, as my parents, Sarah and Richard, watched-my mother holding me down, my father glaring at me from beside the wrecked car.
They blamed me for everything: the cross-country road trip that was Chloe' s selfish whim, her high-risk pregnancy, and ultimately the fender bender that led to her premature labor and the loss of her baby.
Despite my warnings, they only saw my supposed jealousy and the money Chloe's rich husband, Ethan, offered.
"She was always a burden," my father' s cold voice was the last sound I heard before darkness consumed me.
Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open, the smell of turpentine filling my nose.
I was back in my art studio, unharmed, just as my phone began to ring.
It was Mom.
My blood ran cold; I knew this was the day they' d propose the trip. Every memory of their betrayal, their hatred, and my agonizing death flooded back.
This time, things would be different.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice steady.
"Ava? Finally," my mother' s impatient voice said. "Listen, dear, we have the most wonderful news."
A cold, quiet resolve settled over me. They wanted a pawn, a servant, a scapegoat, and they had gotten me killed for it once.
Now, I would give them what they wanted, and watch them choke on it. LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER
kyubi3 Kali once said, "be careful who you trust. Remember, demon was once an angel."
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Manuel Kagura Anastacio is a simple and family oriented guy. His fate in mortal world which is the earth was a big misfortune, because first, when he was born, his father died. Second, he became the center of bullying because of his physical appearance that called ugly. Third, he confessed to his best friend then, he was rejected by his best friend. After that rejection, accident happened and cause him to die. Then, he went to the place called Purgatory - where all the soul being judge whether they go to Paradiso or Impyerno. As he wake up, he met his guardian angel named Guardian Toki, and find out to be his attorney in Purgatory. As the destiny start to play with him, Manuel Kagura Anastacio was given a chance to live again and reincarnate to Mundo da Fantasia where magic(Hold) exist. Together with Guardian Toki, they will fight against the creatures with evil intentions and eliminate them. But before they reincarnate, the ruler of Purgatory, which is Supreme Dea Justo, was given a new name for Manuel Kagura Anastacio into Sephtis Kali, also given a new name for Guardian Toki into Vita Guia and given a title THE TWINS OF PURGATORY
What adventure awaits to Kali ang Guia?
How they manage to fight and eliminate evil deeds?
How will they encounter love in the midst of their adventure?
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