Chen Ziluo
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Chen Ziluo's Books and Stories
Stealing My Brother's Bride: The Ice‑Hockey Star's Obsession
Modern I went to my fiancé's apartment with a surprise, only to find my best friend's Jimmy Choo heels in the dark entryway.
Through the cracked bedroom door, I recorded the muffled gasps and filthy words of my fiancé, Kennedy, and my best friend, Bree.
Devastated, I fled to a dive bar, got blackout drunk, and begged a stranger to take me away.
"Take me away from here, to a place where there are no traitors."
We had a wild, desperate one-night stand, but the next morning, the man who walked out of the bathroom was Blake Ferguson, my fiancé's terrifying older brother.
Instead of letting me go, Blake trapped me. He humiliated Bree in public, forced his way into my apartment with his own key, and claimed me as his own.
When Kennedy came knocking, Blake hid in my closet, only to brutally beat his brother into the hospital later that night just to send me a warning.
I didn't understand why this powerful man wanted to own me, or how my life had suddenly become a gilded cage with bodyguards at my door.
But I wouldn't just be a broken victim.
I would get my revenge on my cheating fiancé and my backstabbing best friend, and as for the devil who locked me in this cage, I would win my life back, or die trying. You Treasure Her, While Ten Tycoons Spoil Me
Romance My husband of three years suddenly brought his mistress and her son into our home.
Without a hint of emotion, Jude threw a divorce agreement at me and told me to pack my things immediately so they could move in.
I signed the papers and walked away without taking a single penny.
But just hours later, a black SUV intentionally ran me over in a dark alley, shattering my leg.
The men who did it sneered, saying their boss wanted me out of New York permanently.
At the hospital, I was prepped for an emergency surgery to save my leg from permanent disability.
But Jude, who owned the hospital, ordered my operating room shut down.
He forced the entire surgical team to abandon me just to treat a minor cut on his mistress's finger.
Lying there in agony, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved for three years could be so monstrous.
He didn't just want to erase our marriage; he wanted to destroy my life completely.
When I finally woke up after being saved by a friend, Jude was standing by my bed, trying to explain.
I looked at him calmly and spoke.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
I vowed right then that I would stay in New York and take back everything he owed me.
And just a few hours later, his precious new son mysteriously disappeared. His Defiant Luna: The Lycan King's Contract Bride
Werewolf I was waiting at the freezing airport for my fiancé when my phone buzzed with a dashcam alert from my other car.
Opening the app, I was paralyzed by the sight of my fiancé, Floyd, tangled in the backseat with my own sister, Charlotte.
"Alexa is a wolfless failure. I'm only marrying her for the pack shares," he groaned on the screen.
When I brought the damning footage back to the packhouse, expecting my uncle to punish their betrayal, he unleashed his Alpha aura on me instead.
"To prevent a scandal, the engagement is hereby transferred to Charlotte," my uncle declared coldly, blaming me for risking their corporate alliances.
My aunt sneered, telling me that if I walked out those doors, I would be nothing but a pathetic rogue who would die in the streets.
I was the true heir to my late father's legacy, yet I was standing entirely alone in a house of thieves.
But the agonizing betrayal didn't break me. It rapidly cooled, hardening into an impenetrable armor of ice around my heart. I had nothing left to lose, which meant I was free to destroy them.
I packed my core trust fund documents and went straight to Alaric Maxwell—the terrifying, ruthless Lycan King who supposedly repulsed all physical touch.
I offered him a clinical, fake marriage to crush my uncle, completely unaware that the apex predator had already set an inescapable trap to claim me as his forever. Shattered Vows: The Unwanted Wife's Escape
Romance I played the perfect, obedient trophy wife to billionaire Haiden Moran for three years.
But the Monday after his grandfather's funeral, he coldly handed me divorce papers.
He offered a massive payout, calling our marriage a "buyout of my time." I was never his wife, just a prop to secure his inheritance.
That night, after a chaotic run-in at a club, he dragged me back to our penthouse. In a desperate, drug-fueled haze, we crossed the line.
But when I woke up the next morning, covered in marks, his side of the bed was completely cold. He had snuck out like a thief.
Seeking a final sliver of closure, I called his private number.
A breathless, feminine voice answered instead.
"Mr. Moran left his phone here. Oh, and I have his fresh shirt ironed and ready."
My blood ran cold. He had left my bed and gone straight to another woman. My three years of devotion meant absolutely nothing.
I permanently blocked his number, severed all our joint accounts, and booked a one-way first-class ticket to Maui to disappear forever.
But just as the plane doors were about to close, a man walked down the aisle and casually sat in the seat right next to mine.
It was Haiden. The Vanished Luna: Returning to Reject the Alpha
Werewolf "Not guilty."
With those two words, my husband, the Alpha, acquitted his mistress of poisoning my mother.
I had the toxicology reports. I had the receipts. But Garrison didn't care.
He looked me in the eye, his hand resting possessively on Keyla's back, and told me to stop making a scene.
That was just the beginning of my hell.
He moved Keyla into our master suite and forced me into the servant's quarters.
"Since you can't give me strong pups," he sneered, "you can serve those who do."
I became the maid in my own home, washing Keyla's silk lingerie while she wore my Luna robes.
When I tried to fight back, he used the Alpha Command to silence me and locked me in a room filled with silver dust that burned my skin like acid.
He even drugged me and offered me to a rival Alpha just to secure a timber deal.
He thought he had broken me. He thought I was just a weak Omega who would eventually fade away.
But he forgot that my mother taught me everything about poisons.
On the night of the yacht party, I didn't just jump into the dark ocean to escape.
I jumped to be reborn.
I flushed my wedding ring, severed the bond, and let the icy water swallow Janette the victim.
Garrison thought I was dead.
He didn't know that the ocean wouldn't kill me. It would awaken my true bloodline.
And when I came back, I wasn't his wife anymore.
I was a White Wolf, and I was going to burn his pack to the ground. Mistaken for a Rogue: The Alpha's True Heir
Werewolf I was eight years old when my father, Alpha Derek, raided the rogue bunker to save my mother.
I thought I was finally safe.
But because I reeked of the wolfsbane chemicals used to hide my scent, my mother looked at me with pure disgust.
"Get that thing away from me! It smells like him!" she shrieked.
To protect his traumatized mate, my father didn't check my DNA. He threw me into the garage to sleep on oily rags.
For months, I was the true Alpha's daughter, yet I was forced to eat dog food while they pampered a fake orphan named Kylie in my place.
When Kylie ordered the guard dog to tear my arm open, my mother stood at the window.
Instead of saving me, she let the maid close the curtains so she wouldn't have to see the blood.
I only became useful when my father got into a critical car crash.
They drained my rare "Moon Blood" to save his life, then immediately signed papers to ship me off to a labor camp to get rid of the "stain" on their family.
They thought I was a dirty rogue.
They didn't know the chemical smell was masking the rarest bloodline in a century.
I am not a rogue.
I am a White Wolf.
And just as my grandfather discovers the DNA results and falls to his knees in regret, the most powerful pack in the North has already arrived to claim me as their queen. The Woman I Saved Destroyed Me
Horror One moment, I was crossing the street, holding my fiancée Olivia' s hand, laughing about our future.
The next, a careening black sedan was aimed right at her.
There was no time to think; I pushed her to safety, taking the hit myself.
I woke up three years later, my face a ruin, my body a stranger to me.
But the real horror began when I saw Olivia on TV-a celebrity, crying beautiful, convincing tears about her supposedly devoted fiancé, who she visited "every day."
She even fooled me, lying there paralyzed in my hospital bed, while I dreamed of returning to her.
After grueling surgeries and therapy, I went home to surprise her.
Instead, I found her celebrating with my best friend, Mark, who confessed they' d let my frail mother "waste away" and seized all my assets.
My mother, gone. My home, desecrated.
The woman I saved, the friend I trusted, had systematically destroyed everything I loved, believing I was a "vegetable."
My world shattered again, replaced by a burning desire for vengeance.
I was no longer the man I used to be.
I was a ghost, returned to reclaim what was mine and make them pay. Her Regret, His Peace
Romance They told me it was a contract marriage, a deal to save my mother' s life.
In reality, it was my own slow death sentence.
For three years, I was hired to be Chloe Davis' s husband, the man she blamed for ruining her life after her high school sweetheart dumped her.
I endured her endless parade of boyfriends, her daily allowance of five dollars, and constant humiliation, all to ensure my ailing mother received the best care.
Then, the day my mother died, Chloe' s assistant called, demanding I return home from the funeral to make snacks for a party.
Chloe, my wife, had no idea my mother was gone.
Days later, I learned the truth: my mother had committed suicide to free me, after Chloe' s cousin, Jake Stone, maliciously convinced her that she was an inescapable burden.
That night, at a club, Chloe poured red wine over my head for Jake' s amusement.
But the ultimate betrayal came when I collapsed from malnutrition and exhaustion.
Chloe visited me in the hospital, not with concern, but to demand I take the fall for Jake' s drunk driving accident.
The irony was suffocating; her own reckless driving had caused the power outage that shut down my mother' s life support, effectively killing her.
"No," I told her, my voice finally firm after years of silence.
"I want a divorce."
Her shock was absolute; I had never defied her.
Before I could escape, Jake ambushed me, confessing his role in my mother' s death, triggering a rage that landed me back in the hospital.
Yet, Chloe watched as her bodyguards, on her command, broke my ribs and crushed my painting hand.
Why had my life become this torment?
Why had I, a quiet artist, become the target of such unbridled cruelty?
I left with my mother' s ashes, leaving behind all the money, and promised myself I' d never look back. His Penance, My Freedom
Billionaires Two years, Alex.
It's been two years.
My whisper was dry, lost in the cold, vast living room where I knelt on marble, gripping his expensive trousers.
For two years, since his mother' s death, this had been my life, my prison.
He blamed me, twisted a lie of grief into his truth: I' d hidden her sickness for his company' s IPO.
Every week, a different woman.
They wore my robes, used my perfume, slept in our bed.
My task: welcome, serve, clean.
I swallowed humiliation because my father was sick, his treatments astronomically expensive.
Alex Thorne, my husband, was my only hope.
But when I begged for money, for my father on his deathbed, Alex sneered, "Let him die."
"It's what he deserves for having a daughter like you."
Then the hospital called: My father was gone.
He took his own life, leaving a note, not wanting to be a burden.
I was on my knees, begging for a life already lost.
"Problem solved," Alex chirped to his current paramour, tossing my phone aside.
My world shattered.
He was a monster who savored my pain.
Something inside me snapped.
The part that endured, that hoped, broke.
"No," I said, rising on shaky legs.
"I want a divorce, Alex."
He laughed, demanding I apologize to his mistress, then commanded me to clean toilets with a toothbrush.
He was mocking me.
Humiliating me.
Using my deepest wounds as his amusement.
But as I knelt once more, a single thought crystallised: I wouldn't just leave him.
I would erase him.
And when he then shoved me, triggering a terrifying pain and a warm, wet sensation, I knew my silent revolution had just begun.
He might have killed my father and our unborn child, but he had just awakened the storm within me. Hidden From Him
Romance Growing up in her uncle Ethan's quiet mansion after her mother died, Sarah secretly fell in love with her charismatic guardian, a prominent figure in Austin's tech scene. On her 21st birthday, emboldened by champagne and years of unspoken longing, Sarah kissed him. To her astonishment, he kissed her back. The next morning, he proposed marriage, even offering a lavish $500,000 as a "wedding gift." Her heart soared – the man she loved wanted her!
But her joy turned to ice when she accidentally stumbled upon his private messages. The "proposal" was a calculated sham, a desperate ploy to win back his ex-girlfriend, Jessica. He called Sarah a "pawn," the money a "payoff," planning to "deal with" her once Jessica returned. Her world shattered in a million pieces as she overheard him smugly tell Jessica he would merely "send her away" or make her "disappear." The man she idolized had brutally exposed himself as a manipulative monster.
How could he, her guardian, her supposed fiancé, treat her with such cold disdain? The betrayal stung, leaving her hollow and humiliated. Refusing to be cast aside like a discarded toy, Sarah secretly canceled their wedding. After a fierce, public confrontation where she declared their engagement over, a shocked confidante of Ethan's approached her with a chilling proposition: to fake her own death and vanish, making a clean break from the man who had mercilessly used her. The Monte Cristo Heiress
Billionaires My family, the Thompsons, was crumbling, and I was paraded before the powerful elite, the Ashworths, Albrights, and Cartwrights, supposedly to secure a lifeline through a strategic marriage.
My childhood friends-Caleb, Leo, and Julian-were the intended targets.
But at a humiliating dinner, they didn't just reject me; Julian, the one I'd always trusted, dropped a bomb: it was a bet, a game to see if he could "rehabilitate the fallen Ava Thompson."
Shattered, I fled, inventing a boyfriend, a lie that miraculously led me to Nate, a kind outsider who made me feel truly seen.
Our fragile peace was my escape, until the day my past violently resurfaced.
Nate wasn't just a quiet artist; he was Caleb's vengeful cousin, the mastermind behind the vicious cyberbullying that had nearly destroyed me last year, using my pain to further his own twisted agenda.
The betrayal was a gut punch, realizing I'd walked from one manipulator's hands into a far more insidious trap.
How could I have been so blind, so foolish, to be used and discarded again and again?
But this time, the helplessness curdled into ice-cold rage; I wouldn't be a victim anymore, I would be the architect of my own fate.
I meticulously exposed Nate' s dark scheme, watching his carefully constructed life implode.
Yet, my father, in a last desperate gamble, drugged Caleb and me, staging a fake engagement scandal to seize control of the Ashworth fortune.
Cornered, but seeing an undeniable opening, I turned to Julian, the original betrayer, and whispered, "It was always you."
He swallowed the lie, becoming my unwitting protector and weapon.
Julian tore down my father, rescued my mother, crushed Caleb, and ensured my absolute safety, believing it was for love.
When everything was finally secured, I left him a single, symbolic book-"The Count of Monte Cristo"-and disappeared, finally truly free. The Price of Devotion: His Other Woman's Lies
Billionaires I was Sarah Miller, Marcus Thorne' s wife, a public asset in his gleaming empire.
Our life, from galas to high-stakes business, was a meticulously crafted facade.
But Marcus' s true devotion was reserved for Vivian Hayes, his late partner' s widow and mother of his son, Leo.
He canceled our feverish daughter Lily' s doctor' s appointment because Leo had a "sniffle."
He fired a man for upsetting Vivian.
I was always the shield, absorbing his neglect, but the line blurred when I confronted him about Vivian' s abuse of Lily.
He didn' t just dismiss it; he raised his hand. Not at me, but at our own daughter.
He slapped Lily, a sharp, sickening crack across her small cheek.
Time stopped.
Lily cried out, a small, choked sound.
Marcus, his face a mask of cold indifference, simply muttered about "respecting Vivian."
Later that night, reeking of Vivian' s cloying perfume, he attempted a reconciliation, only to abandon me again when she called with another supposed "panic attack."
My little girl, her cheek still red, crept into my room, quietly, heartbreakingly.
Her small hand found mine.
"Mommy," she whispered, her voice clear despite the pain, "He' s left us for her a hundred times."
Her words, old with a child' s painful wisdom, finally shattered the last, desperate shred of my endurance and hope. The final piece of my former self crumbled to dust.
She looked at me, her eyes resolute.
"Let' s go. We don' t need him."
And in that moment, as she clung to me, I knew this wasn't just about escape.
We wouldn't just leave quietly. No. We would make them pay.
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The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
Gertrude I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter.
But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life 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?" 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. 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. Mr. Billionaire, Your Madness Belongs To Me!
wheat globe When Natalie's hearing returned, betrayal was the devastating truth waiting for her.
She repaid the cheating pair with sharp slaps, then took her sister's place in an arranged marriage.
Her groom, Nathan, was rumored to be frail, vicious, and unable to satisfy a woman.
Their wedding night, however, demolished every warning when he pinned her against the glass and challenged the rumor himself. Three relentless days proved the gossip laughably wrong.
Later, her groveling ex begged her back. Nathan asked for a knife to deal with the "pest."
Everyone saw a monster. Natalie alone knew his madness hid a love that burned only for her. 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. 
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