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The Vengeful Billionaire's Unwanted Innocent Bride
Romance Aria was supposed to marry billionaire Damon Sinclair in what should have been a dream wedding.
But right before the ceremony, a viral post accused her of murdering her sister—his former fiancée—just to snag him.
Damon turned the wedding into a public execution. Instead of vows, he announced her life sentence in front of New York's elite.
He violently jammed her dead sister's too-small ring onto her finger, cutting her skin, while the guests threw drinks and curses at her.
Her own stepmother disowned her on the church steps.
Damon then banished her to a freezing, ruined boathouse on his estate. When her hand was deeply slashed, he ordered his staff to deny her medical care.
As she burned with a deadly fever, he dragged her back to her abusive family and watched coldly as they locked her in a pitch-black room to rot.
Aria didn't understand why the man she loved wouldn't even listen to a single word of her defense.
She had never hurt her sister, yet he treated her worse than a stray dog, letting the whole world tear her apart for a crime she didn't commit.
When a childhood friend finally broke down the door to save her, Damon suddenly stepped forward to block him, claiming she was his wife.
But looking at his conflicted face, Aria's heart was already dead.
"Don't touch me. You disgust me." Reborn From Ashes: The Billionaire's Obsession
Romance I trusted the wrong people in my past life.
My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die.
But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me.
In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were.
Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me?
Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished.
I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt.
When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder.
"Please don't kill me, Scarlett!"
This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go. Married To The Fake Mad Billionaire
Romance I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret.
To save his failing company, my father decided to sell me off to a repulsive, predatory investor named Grossman.
At the family dinner, Grossman's sweaty hands roamed my bare legs while my half-sister Kaleigh intentionally spilled red wine on my dress, laughing as she watched me suffer.
When I grabbed a steak knife to defend myself, my father slammed his fist on the table.
"Sit down, or I will cut off the maintenance payments for your mother's grave."
My stepmother and sister sneered, treating me like a piece of meat meant to be sacrificed for their luxury. I was starved, locked away, and treated worse than a stray dog, all while my family paraded their high-society status to the world.
I couldn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or who really ordered the hit that killed my mother twenty years ago. The police reports were buried, and I was entirely powerless, trapped in a house of monsters.
But they didn't know that the night before, I had accidentally stumbled into the secret life of Burleigh Livingston—the ruthless, supposedly paralyzed billionaire who was faking his madness.
When Burleigh suddenly crashed our family dinner and threw a limitless Black Card on the table to outbid Grossman and buy me for the night, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, accepted his twisted deal, and prepared to use the devil himself to tear my family apart. Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret
Romance My Chanel suit was ruined, stained with road dirt and torn at the sleeve, while the hospital bodyguards stood like stone walls to keep me away from my husband’s room.
Inside that room, Ashely Berger was being treated for "multiple fractures" after allegedly lunging into the path of my car—a car I know she threw herself into on purpose.
The press swarmed me, flashing cameras in my face and hurling accusations of attempted murder, while my husband, Corbin, marched past me without a single glance, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, lethal disgust.
He didn't ask if I was hurt; he didn't care about the truth. He only cared about the woman behind the door, whispering gentle promises to her while treating me like a piece of filth that had somehow contaminated his life.
I stood there, hollowed out, as he demanded a divorce and threatened to strip me of everything, branding me a monster in front of the entire world to protect his precious reputation and his mistress.
The injustice burned, but as he turned his back on me to comfort her, I realized the game had changed. I wasn't going to let him ruin me for a crime I didn't commit, and I certainly wouldn't let her steal my life without a fight.
I walked into the room, locked the door, and looked at the woman playing the victim. She wanted to play the role of the tragic, broken angel? Fine. I was ready to show her exactly how a real Mcgowan fights back. The Billionaire's Price for My Salvation
Romance I was a Parsons-trained designer, but with my family drowning in over half a million dollars of debt, I delivered coffee just to survive.
One clumsy mistake—spilling a latte in a corporate lobby—put me on the radar of the city's most ruthless billionaire, Christian Mercer.
A week later, I wasn't fired. I was summoned to his office on the 85th floor, where he laid out a contract.
He knew everything: my student loans, my mother's crippling medical bills, the foreclosure notices piling up on our kitchen table. He offered to wipe it all away, plus pay me five million dollars.
The price was one year of my life as his wife.
He called it a "mutually beneficial transaction," coldly stating my desperate circumstances made me the perfect, compliant candidate. I wasn't a person to him, just an asset to be acquired to solve a problem he refused to explain.
But when I found the eviction notice taped to our apartment door, my pride was a luxury I could no longer afford. I signed his contract. After a sterile City Hall ceremony, he left me alone in his cold, empty penthouse with a final, chilling instruction.
"The public part of our agreement begins now, Mrs. Mercer," he said, his voice void of any emotion. "Act accordingly." The 48th Lie
Short stories Today is my sixth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Liam, brought up divorce for the 47th time.
He does this for Seraphina, his childhood friend. The woman who orchestrated a car crash on our wedding day, a tragedy that left her unable to have children and left him shackled by a debt of guilt. For six years, I have been the price of his repayment.
I endured the relentless cycle. But this time was different. This time, after Seraphina pushed me down a spiral staircase, Liam promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay.
Instead, he ensured the smart home security system "mysteriously" erased all evidence.
That night, from the supposed safety of a house he had arranged, Seraphina had me kidnapped. As her hired thugs tore at my clothes in the back of a cold, dark van, I managed to make one desperate emergency call to Liam through my smartwatch.
He saw my plea. And he hung up.
I leaped from that moving van, not onto asphalt, but into the cold, unforgiving sea. As I fought for my life in the icy water, swallowed by the darkness, I made a vow.
This time, there would be no 48th remarriage.
This time, I would simply cease to exist. Beyond Their Plot: My True Calling
Modern For years, I, Ethan, poured my family's wealth and my own mentorship into Sarah and Emily, cultivating them into tech prodigies destined to lead our industry.
Their acceptance to MIT, cemented by their victory in the National Coding Competition, was supposed to be the crowning achievement, our shared golden ticket to the future.
Then the email dropped: they'd deferred MIT for some 'unremarkable' junior developer, Alex.
My attempts to reason with them were met with empty excuses, until a chilling blue holographic warning materialized before my eyes, threatening a "career-ending injury" if the "male lead" interfered with the "plot."
I was forced to comply, to watch them choose a path I knew would lead to ruin, but I wouldn' t just stand by; my family's resources, the very foundation of their genius, quietly slipped from their grasp.
They didn't realize that without me, they weren't prodigies; they were just two smart girls about to compete on their own.
Their rage was palpable when they realized their access was revoked. "Are you punishing us?" Emily accused.
I met their eyes. "This isn't punishment. It's policy. You made a choice. These are the consequences."
Later, I overheard them. "He's just trying to make us come crawling back," Emily hissed. "He thinks because his family paid for things, he owns us."
Then the true venom of their betrayal struck me: "We'll flatter him... hint I might reconsider the marriage arrangement... Once he restores our access, we'll get what we need for Alex, win the competition, and then dump Ethan and his whole arrogant family for good. He's just a stepping stone."
"Stepping stone." My stomach clenched, the years of gratitude replaced by entitlement. How could they betray everything we built?"
When they brazenly invaded my home with Alex, demanding my office for their "male lead," the holographic text flickered back, labeling me an "obstacle" to their "plot."
But just as Emily, her gentle facade shattered, grabbed my arm, and Sarah slapped me across the face, trying to physically enforce their warped reality, a cold resolve settled in.
I stared at the red mark blooming on my cheek, the pain a searing clarity. They would hurt me to get what they wanted.
"No." My voice was calm despite my throbbing cheek. This wasn't just about them anymore; it was about reclaiming my life.
I would not be a stepping stone. I would not be an obstacle. I would not be written out of my own story. Betrayed Heiress: My Revenge
Romance The last thing I remembered was the coppery taste of my own blood.
Mark, the man I loved more than life itself, smiled cruelly as I bled out on the floor of the company he' d stolen from my family.
My family, ruined. Our name, dragged through the mud. And me, dead at twenty-four, all because I chose the wrong man.
He just whispered, his voice a venomous hiss, "You should have just stayed a stupid, useful tool, Chloe. Did you really think I could love someone like you?"
I, Chloe Sterling, heir to a business empire with an almost supernatural gift for market trends, had given him everything.
I saved him from ruin, sacrificing my own company to build his, only to have him systematically dismantle mine.
His final betrayal? Announcing his engagement to my best friend, Sarah, the same one who' d fed him my strategies and framed my father for embezzlement.
My father subsequently suffered a fatal heart attack. Then, Mark killed me.
I never understood how I could have been so blind, so utterly foolish, to let him destroy everything.
But then, a blinding white light. I gasped, finding myself in my old bedroom, two years younger, with my phone buzzing.
It was the day I first saved Mark.
This time, I wouldn't be his savior. I would be his spectator.
And then, his judge. The Architect of Her Own Demise
Young Adult "Gabrielle? Are you awake?" The whisper cut through the dark, the same saccharine sweetness that had once chilled me to the bone.
My eyes snapped open, a breath catching in my throat. I wasn't in the cramped, lonely apartment where I'd taken my own life. I was back in my Boston University dorm, sophomore year, the exact moment the psychological torture had begun.
In my last life, my roommate Molly Fuller, the seemingly naive small-town girl, methodically dismantled my sanity, piece by piece. From "accidental" coffee spills on my laptop to "innocent" lies that ruined my relationships, her constant torment culminated in a crippling mental breakdown.
I lost my scholarship, my future, and eventually, the will to live. I died alone, haunted by her pervasive manipulations, utterly bewildered by how someone so seemingly innocent could orchestrate such a devastating campaign of destruction.
But this time, as her silhouette materialized through the curtain, my heart didn't pound with fear. It thrummed with a cold, hard rhythm of vengeance. This time, I knew every single move she would make, and I would make her regret every single one. The Woman He Left For Dead
Romance My husband, Liam, the anchor I' d clung to for ten years, just filed for divorce. Standing outside the Houston courthouse, the bone-deep chill wasn' t just from the freak Texas snow; it was the cold truth of his disdain. He sped off in his Porsche, leaving me stranded, echoing his brutal words: "You need to learn to stand on your own."
Back in our sterile mansion, two crushing secrets sat on my nightstand: a diagnosis of Stage IV pancreatic cancer and an ultrasound photo showing I was ten weeks pregnant. He never came home to find them. Instead, I called him, only for a pop starlet' s syrupy voice to answer-the woman he was having an affair with.
In that gut-wrenching moment, my despair didn't break me; it hardened. I was dying, pregnant, and abandoned by the man who promised forever. I burned my secrets in the fireplace, the smoke stinging my eyes, then called Liam back.
"I' m contesting the divorce." My voice was steady, newfound steel replacing shattered hope. I would drag this out, make it messy, expose him. If he wanted his freedom, he' d have to come home. He' d have to spend our last thirty days together. This was no longer about love; it was about survival, and I wouldn't be discarded. Project Chimera's Reckoning
Modern My wife, Jessica, and I built NovaTech Solutions from the ground up. I was the tech genius, the lead architect for our most critical DoD contract, Project Chimera. Our life seemed perfect.
Then came the call: Jessica had a minor car accident. Her memory loss was selective, remembering board members but not our anniversary. She started bringing her young, flashy intern, Kevin, everywhere, claiming he was "helping her remember."
One night, I came home early and overheard them. "This amnesia thing is working perfectly," Kevin smirked. My brilliant, beautiful wife laughed, "Of course, sweetie. You'll have my undivided attention. He' ll be gone, and the company will be ours." My blood ran cold. The woman I loved had orchestrated this elaborate lie to steal everything I built.
The next morning, at an all-hands meeting, she publicly humiliated me, calling my professional arrangement "unclear," and demanded I resign, handing over Project Chimera to Kevin. Everyone watched as I calmly signed the termination papers. Then, looking her in the eye, I said, "Jessica, I want a divorce."
They thought they had won. They thought I would crawl back. But as I walked away, leaving my company, my home, and the woman I thought I knew, a chilling resolve settled in. I wouldn't just disappear; I would stand back and watch the inevitable consequences of their betrayal unfold. Their victory was only the beginning of their true downfall. Waking Up To Betrayal
Modern Sarah, a thriving architect, gently touched her four-month baby bump, filled with the boundless joy of expecting her first child.
Beside her, her loving husband, Mark, awaited the perfect news from their routine prenatal check-up.
But then, Mark, an analytical doctor, accessed the baby's full genetic report on the hospital system.
His bright smile evaporated, his face turned a sickly, ashen gray, and his previously warm eyes became cold, hard.
"This pregnancy," Mark flatly declared, "It's non-viable. We need to schedule a therapeutic abortion. Immediately."
Sarah's world shattered as the man she cherished transformed into a merciless stranger demanding the abortion of their seemingly healthy child.
Her powerful parents arrived, not to protect her, but her esteemed father' s face erupted in furious judgment after seeing the report.
Her socialite mother chillingly decided, "This is problematic. The pregnancy must be managed. Quietly."
They coerced her into a secluded wellness retreat, medicated her into a fog, and orchestrated a miscarriage that tragically led to her death, baffled and utterly betrayed.
How could her perfect family conspire such a monstrous act for a baby everyone said was healthy?
What unspeakable secret did that genetic report hold that destroyed her life and heart?
Then, Sarah jolted awake in her own bed, back to the very morning of that harrowing appointment.
The nightmarish memories of her past death were terrifyingly visceral-a second chance.
This time, she wouldn't be a victim.
She would fight to save her baby, starting by getting that full, revealing genetic report herself.
The truth, and her determined survival, would finally be unearthed. A Decade of Vengeance
Young Adult In Oakhaven, I was "Amy Jenkins," the quiet new girl, innocently bumping into Kevin Miller, the town's star quarterback.
I endured the queen bee Jessie Bell's snide remarks, always responding with a saccharine smile, cementing my place right by Kevin's side.
Jessie, notoriously possessive, saw me as a threat.
At the homecoming party, she staged a dramatic fall, feigning a severe ankle injury, sending me a triumphant look as Kevin literally carried her away.
Later, Kevin called, voice strained, relaying Jessie’s accusations: I was a gold-digger, a schemer, destroying his best friend’s peace.
He showed me doctored photos, twisting innocent meetings into scandalous rendezvous, now convinced by Jessie's manipulative narrative.
I was abandoned, outwardly humiliated, as Kevin chose her fabricated loyalty over mine.
It seemed a sweet new girl was unfairly cast aside by her boyfriend, betrayed by a manipulative bully.
A classic defeat of innocence by calculated drama.
But what if losing this specific battle was always part of the plan?
Because "Amy Jenkins" was never real.
And Jessie Bell was about to learn she hadn't just tangled with a new girlfriend.
She'd incited Isabella Ross, who had meticulously planned her devastating revenge for ten years, all for Sophia and every girl Jessie had ever tried to destroy. You might like
Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." His Unwanted Wife Is A Tech Genius
Elroy Notman For three years, Cali Sullivan abandoned her brilliant tech career to be the quiet, accommodating wife of billionaire Halsey Donovan.
But on her thirtieth birthday, she returned to their London mansion only to find it empty. The housekeeper, looking at her with deep pity, revealed that Halsey had taken his female friend, Brittaney, out shopping to celebrate her birthday instead.
He had even taken their young daughter, Lily, with them. When Cali called him, Halsey coldly dismissed her, his attention entirely on Brittaney's bright laughter in the background. The crushing blow came the next morning when Cali stood outside Lily's bedroom and overheard her own daughter's innocent wish.
"I wish Auntie Brittaney could be my new mommy. I think Daddy would like that, too."
Later that afternoon, Cali saw them through the window of a private club. Halsey was wiping a smudge from Lily's face with a tender focus he never showed his wife, while Brittaney casually fed him cake. They looked like the perfect, happy family. All of Cali's desperate love and sacrifices felt like a cruel joke. She had been entirely erased from her own family.
In that moment, the agonizing pain just stopped, replaced by a cold, absolute clarity. Cali drafted a divorce agreement waiving every cent of his wealth, left her platinum wedding rings on the nightstand, and booked a one-way flight back to New York. She was no longer Mrs. Donovan; it was time to get her real name back. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game
Xiu Luo On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency.
I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist.
The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed.
He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset.
"I'm going to make him wish he had never been born."
After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground. One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. The Runaway Wife: Escaping His Gilded Cage
Jing Buhui Ava had been married to Wall Street titan Damian Carlisle for three years, an orphan chosen by his late grandmother solely to provide an heir.
But at the matriarch's funeral, Damian stood intimately before the flashing cameras with his childhood sweetheart, Isabelle.
The entire elite family deliberately excluded Ava, leaving her standing alone in the shadows.
The guests whispered about how perfect Damian and Isabelle looked together, completely ignoring the actual wife standing right there.
To Damian, Ava was nothing more than a piece of inherited furniture he didn't know where to place.
Realizing she was just a discarded placeholder, Ava quietly left the estate and sent him divorce papers.
But Isabelle secretly intercepted the legal documents to keep Damian in the dark.
Enraged when he finally discovered her escape, Damian tracked Ava down to her shabby Brooklyn rental.
He smashed through her door, physically dragged her out in the middle of the night, and forced her back to the sprawling estate.
He installed new locks on the reinforced windows, pinned her to the bed, and coldly commanded her to fulfill her biological duty.
"You owe this family, Ava. You were given everything, and this is how you will repay that debt."
Trapped in the dark, a chilling despair washed over her as she realized a piece of paper could never free her.
Against his absolute wealth and power, her rights and her tears meant absolutely nothing.
But as her gaze fell on the corporate financial reports she had been secretly analyzing, her fear vanished.
If the law couldn't beat him, she would use the only language he understood.
She would accept the executive position at his rival's firm, dismantle his empire piece by piece, and personally ruin him. Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Alpha Uncle
Nathaniel Stone On the eve of my grand wedding, I was supposed to marry Clemont, the man I thought would help protect my family's legacy.
But minutes before walking down the aisle, an anonymous text led me to a guest room. Pushing the door open, I saw my fiancé tangled in the sheets with my stepsister, Kaylen.
Through the crack in the door, I didn't just witness their betrayal; I heard their entire vicious plot.
"After we're married, the trust is as good as mine. I'll liquidate the assets and leave her with nothing."
Clemont laughed, promising to throw me out on the street the moment he got control of my mother's company. They thought I was just a weak, wolfless bride they could easily crush.
My heart shattered, but the grief was quickly swallowed by a burning rage. My father was in a coma, and I had agreed to this marriage to save our estate. How could they be so cruel as to steal everything my family built and leave me for dead?
I didn't scream or cry. Instead, I pulled out my phone and recorded every disgusting word.
When the priest asked if I took this man to be my husband, I looked at the crowd, played the video on the cathedral's massive screen, and walked right into the arms of the one man Clemont feared most—his uncle, the ruthless Alpha of the Blackstone Pack. Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
Hen Bu I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts! 
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