Diewu Pianpian
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Too Late: She Chose The Billionaire Heir
Modern "She’s just like a sister to me, Eliana. You’re being dramatic."
That was Jax’s excuse every time he chose Catalina over me for three years.
When Catalina staged a fake drowning in three feet of water, he pushed me aside to save her, telling me my life wasn't his problem.
But the breaking point came when she deliberately pushed me down a flight of stairs.
My ankle shattered on the concrete. I was lying there in agony, unable to move.
Yet, Jax didn't check on me.
He stepped over my bleeding body to scoop Catalina up because she had a minor scratch on her elbow.
He screamed at me for "hurting" her.
While I lay in the hospital alone, waiting for surgery, he was spoon-feeding her soup in her dorm, posting photos captioned "My Hero."
He thought I would always be his "Elie Bear," the doormat waiting at home to clean up his messes.
He was convinced that no matter how much he hurt me, I would never actually leave.
But he was wrong.
I didn't scream. I didn't fight.
I simply signed the withdrawal papers, blocked his number, and boarded a one-way flight to New York without saying goodbye.
Three months later, when Jax finally realized his "sister" was a nightmare and came crawling back to beg for forgiveness, he found me.
But I wasn't alone.
I was holding the hand of a billionaire heir who looked at Jax with cold, deadly eyes.
"Touch her again," my new fiancé whispered, "and I will destroy your entire family by morning." A Birkin For Every Lie
Romance There are ninety-nine Hermès Birkins sitting in my walk-in closet.
To the world, it' s a collection worth millions. To me, it' s a tally of ninety-nine times my husband, Harris, betrayed me.
Each bag was a silent apology I accepted to keep our hollow marriage alive.
But the hundredth betrayal wasn't fixed with crocodile leather.
On the anniversary of my mother's death, I tracked Harris to my family' s private cemetery.
He wasn't alone. Jessica, his "first love," was there, standing over the empty plot reserved for my living father, right next to my mother' s grave.
They were digging a hole.
Jessica smirked, holding a velvet box containing her dead cat and a plaque that read To Arvel, my eternal companion.
"It' s just a cat, Cecily," she laughed, tossing her hair.
"Don't be so dramatic. Your father won't mind the company. Besides, it shows who Harris really listens to."
For years, I accepted the bags and the lies. But desecrating my family's sacred ground?
The submissive wife died in that moment.
I walked toward them, clutching the evidence that would destroy Jessica' s life and shatter Harris' s world.
"Dig it up," I commanded, my voice colder than the grave.
"Or I will bury you both right here." Reborn Wife: A Mother's Fury
Modern The last thing I remembered was the cold, sterile operating room.
A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, and my husband Ethan's chilling indifference burned into me.
"Sign it, Ethan! The doctor says she's bleeding out. They need to perform the surgery to save her!" I screamed, my voice distant and desperate.
But he wouldn't. He stood there, arms crossed, saying, "The doctor said there's a risk to the baby. I can't risk my daughter's life."
"There won't be a daughter if I die!" I countered, agony blurring my vision. "The baby can't survive if I don't!"
Then, my six-year-old stepson, Liam, holding Ethan's hand, pointed at me.
"Dad, Sophia said this woman is just faking it. She said if she dies, Sophia can be my new mom and take care of you and the baby."
His words hit harder than any physical pain. My own stepson, a child I'd raised since he was two, was wishing for my death.
Ethan didn't scold him. He squeezed Liam' s shoulder in silent agreement as Sophia Davis, Liam's beautiful young tutor, stepped into view with a triumphant smirk.
They never signed the papers.
I bled out on that operating table, my last sight the three of them-Ethan, Liam, and Sophia-already looking like a happy family.
A sharp gasp snapped me awake.
My eyes flew open. I was in my own bed, morning sun streaming through the silk curtains. My hand went to my stomach. It was still there, a gentle, rounded swell. My baby girl was safe.
I grabbed my phone. The date confirmed it: today was the day my life unraveled. The day Liam brought Sophia home.
I hadn't died. I was back.
The memory of my death wasn't a dream. It was a searing brand, a horrifying premonition. The betrayal, the pain, the cold finality-all of it clear as day.
A wave of nausea washed over me, not from pregnancy, but from cold, hard fury. They would not kill me this time. They would not harm my daughter. This time, I would make them pay for a crime they hadn't committed yet.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
I heard the housekeeper, then Liam's excited chatter. My heart turned to ice. It was starting. Her Betrayal, His Rebirth
Modern The memory was a ghost that never left my apartment.
It played on a loop: Sarah, glowing on screen, cheering fans, my game "Aetheria" about to launch.
"Five more minutes, baby," she' d whispered, "And the world will see what a genius you are. I' ll make sure of it."
I believed her. I poured everything into "Aetheria," my masterpiece. Sarah, the biggest streamer, was my partner, promising a massive launch.
But when her stream hit zero, not "Aetheria," but "Chrono Rift," a cheap clone, filled the screen.
Then her voice, slick and commercial, declared, "THIS is the game of the year. 'Chrono Rift' is here!"
The betrayal was immediate. She savaged my game: "A little birdie told me 'Aetheria' is a buggy, unplayable mess. Don' t waste your money. The developer is in way over his head."
The world broke.
Months later, surrounded by final notice bills, I heard her on the news. "Chrono Rift" sold ten million units. Mark, its developer, wrapped an arm around her, speaking of their "stable future."
I later learned of their affair, their secret deal. My ruin was their business expense.
Why? How could she? The woman I loved, my partner, had systematically destroyed me for profit.
Clicking off the TV, I saw an old hard drive labeled "Nexus," my abandoned first project. Plugging it in, I saw a strange line of code, a "developer' s blessing," reminding me of boundless creativity.
A jolt. I would rebuild. I started "Aetheria 2.0." Their castle of glass stood, but I was gathering stones. When Prophecies Kill: A Fortune Reclaimed
Billionaires The last thing I remember from my first life is the roar of flames and the ceiling crushing me in my family' s manor.
My fiancée, Nicole, and my supposed long-lost brother, Wesley, watched from outside, their faces twisted not in grief, but in triumph.
I died alone, framed, betrayed, and erased from existence.
Now, I'm back, reborn into the very moment their insidious plan unfolded.
Wesley, the charming newcomer who miraculously appeared after my parents' funeral with a "prophecy" of our housekeeper Maria's death, was setting the stage.
Then came the "vision" of an earthquake, threatening to destroy our ancestral home, driving my sisters Jennifer and Gabby into a panicked retreat.
In my past life, I believed their lies, fled the house, and it exploded with me inside, solidifying Wesley's prophetic credibility.
But this time, I saw it all: Nicole's subtle glances with Wesley, her calculated suggestions leading to Maria's peril, the same conniving smiles they wore as I perished.
How could I have been so blind? So trusting of the very people who plotted my agonizing demise, all for the fortune my family built?
My body may have died once, but my spirit refused to be extinguished.
Now, with fire in my veins and memories sharp as steel, I am ready to rewrite our destiny and turn their perfect scheme into their worst nightmare. Mistress's Second Life Revenge
Romance I woke up in my New York penthouse bedroom, sunlight harsh in my eyes.
The date on my phone read five years ago, before the fire, before I died.
My breath hitched in my throat as I understood: I was reborn.
My husband, Ethan, walked in, his voice flat, demanding I authorize a quarter-million dollar transfer from my trust fund.
In my first life, that money went to Chloe Sanders, his intern, his mistress.
Every painful memory came flooding back: his coldness, his brazen affairs, and finally, him locking me in a remote ski lodge wing as smoke filled the air.
He drove away, leaving me to die in the flames.
I whispered that I didn't feel well, but he only scoffed, telling me to sign the papers and stop being dramatic.
Later, I saw him with Chloe, his tenderness and warm smile solely for her, confirming his betrayal was still ongoing.
When I finally confronted him, his hand swung, cracking across my cheek, leaving me stunned and bleeding.
He then slammed the door to our bedroom shut, locking me inside, threatening a private care facility, calling me "unhinged."
The injustice burned, fueling a cold fury deeper than fear.
Was this my cruel fate, to relive the same nightmare with the same monster?
Why had I been given a second chance, only to face his baseless accusations and violence once more?
This time, I wouldn't just endure his cruelty; I would break free.
As I sent a coded message to my parents, my escape plan was in motion, and my fight for freedom had truly begun. From Scholarship Kid to Capital King
Modern My heart pounded.
This was it – the final presentation for the American Innovators Architectural Prize.
My design, "The Phoenix Initiative," was my masterpiece, my future.
Then, Blake Sterling, my rival, strode onto the stage and began presenting my project.
Every line, every concept, every innovative detail.
Mine.
My blood ran cold, but the nightmare deepened when he publicly accused me of plagiarism.
Gasps filled the room, and all eyes turned to me.
Then Tiffany, my fiancée of seven years, stood up beside him.
Her voice trembling, she voiced her "disappointment," her tears sealing my public disgrace.
I was abandoned, my life's work stolen, my reputation ruined, and my academic future jeopardized by a powerful family and a corrupt dean.
The woman I loved had just publicly thrown me under the bus, dismissing seven years of history for a man she barely knew.
My mind reeled from the sheer audacity, the cold betrayal.
How could they do this?
How could she?
I felt utterly crushed, yet a chilling clarity solidified within me.
They saw me as a mere scholarship kid, easily crushed, and now they demanded I apologize and help Blake refine the very project they stole, threatening to blacklist me permanently if I refused.
So I agreed.
But as I worked days under their watch, I wasn' t fixing his project; I was subtly implanting a fatal, hidden flaw – a ticking time bomb only designed for catastrophic failure.
Then, feigning a sudden, excruciating illness, I walked out, leaving them scrambling, speeding towards a new life.
They thought they had cornered me, little did they know they had just woken up the heir to Cole Capital Development. Beyond the Bell: A Bias Exposed
Young Adult Ashley, a diligent high school student, usually focused intently on Ms. Davison's history lectures, diligently preparing for her big exam.
But one ordinary day, a sudden, brutal pain, deeper and more sinister than any muscle cramp, surged through her right side, accompanied by an unsettling wave of feverish heat.
Despite Ashley's desperate plea to see the nurse, Ms. Davison, with icy contempt, casually dismissed her suffering as "dramatic theatrics" designed to skip class, even offering her questionable, unlabeled pills from a dusty drawer before physically blocking Ashley from leaving the classroom, threatening severe detention as Ashley swayed, on the verge of collapse.
The raw, infuriating injustice burned through Ashley and later, her distraught nurse mother, Sarah, who had overheard the chaos of her daughter’s collapse over a disconnected phone call, only to receive the terrifying ER diagnosis of a severe, life-threatening kidney infection that, hours earlier, could have claimed Ashley’s life, all because Ms. Davison prioritized her arbitrary biases over a child's urgent medical need.
Fueled by an unshakeable resolve to ensure no other child endures such callous neglect, Ashley’s parents, Sarah and Mark, begin their meticulously planned public reckoning, deciding to expose Ms. Davison’s alarming negligence and deeply ingrained prejudices, not with a lawsuit, but with a scathing, sarcastically-worded "award" and a pointed "care package" at the school's widely attended PTA meeting, setting the stage for a dramatic showdown. You might like
I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye
Cait I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant.
But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over.
"Sign it,"
He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise.
I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth.
"It's just cramps,"
I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could.
Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus.
Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down.
He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach. A Divorce He Regrets
Alissa Nexus The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever? THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME
Mijaly After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for.
James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world.
Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? "
But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day.
James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation. SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes
Annypen Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
PageProfit Studio In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? 
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