Dolorita Drinker
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Dolorita Drinker's Books and Stories
The Dead Ex-Wife Returns With Twins
Modern I was in premature labor with twins when my husband's mistress bypassed our penthouse security during a blizzard.
Instead of calling for help, she tossed a document at me, proving my husband had just signed away my entire trust fund.
Then, she played an audio recording of my mother's oncologist confessing that her death wasn't an illness, but a paid assassination orchestrated by this very woman.
"Only one of us gets to be the lady of the estate."
I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, begging her to save my babies, but she just watched the snow and timed how long it would take for me to bleed out.
After my heart stopped on the operating table, she bribed the surgeon to falsify the medical records, declaring me and one of my newborn sons dead.
She stole my healthy baby boy right out of the incubator to secure her status in high society.
I survived that freezing night, losing my family and my identity, wondering how the man who claimed to love me could let a monster destroy my life and steal my child.
Five years later, I stepped out of the airport with my surviving son, no longer the vulnerable girl they left for dead.
I hacked into my husband's private server, drained ten million dollars from his offshore accounts, and wiped my tracks clean.
The war to reclaim my stolen child had officially begun. His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets
Romance I gave up my medical school acceptance to become a ghost bride, forced by my adoptive parents to marry a billionaire heir I had never met.
But on the day he returned to the country, I was shoved into a dark airport lounge during a security lockdown and violently assaulted by a stranger. Before I could even process the trauma, my husband's lawyers called.
"As per the strict fidelity clause, you will receive nothing."
My adoptive family cast me out in disgust. Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant from that terrifying night. Penniless and alone, I fled to the mountains, nearly dying in a blizzard before giving birth to triplets. Six years later, I returned to New York just to finalize the divorce so my sons could get legal identities. But my five-year-old son, furious that his brother was bullied by a socialite, retaliated by disabling a billionaire's armored car.
I was dragged from my cheap motel room by bodyguards and thrown before the billionaire.
"Pay the half-million in damages, or I'll ensure your son gets a juvenile record."
Looking up, my breath caught. The man's strong jaw and sapphire-blue eyes were exact replicas of my sons' faces. He was the stranger from the dark lounge, and the very husband I was trying to divorce.
Yet he looked at me with pure contempt, entirely unaware that the woman he was extorting was his legal wife, and the boy he threatened was his own flesh and blood. I clenched my fists, realizing I was done running. Forsaken for Her Sister: The Supreme Alpha's True Mate
Werewolf The night before I fell into the border river, the Moon Goddess sent me a dream.
Not a fragment, not a whisper—but an entire lifetime, compressed into the span of a single sleep. I lived every bitter moment of it. I married Thorne, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I drained my own blood to heal him when he lay dying in battle. I endured the mockery of high-ranking females who sneered at my Omega status. And I watched, helpless, as my older sister Seraphina died in childbirth—and Thorne went completely insane with grief.
In the dream, he shoved me against a stone wall. I felt the impact in my bones, felt the life bleed out of the child I had been carrying. And as I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, I heard his final words, whispered like a prayer.
"Please, let me be with your sister in the next life."
When I woke, the dream was seared into my bones like a brand. My pillow was dry, but my soul was soaked in the knowledge of what was to come. And I knew—with a certainty that went deeper than instinct—that the Moon Goddess had not sent me a nightmare.
She had sent me a warning. The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge
Modern I had spent two years playing the perfect Stepford Wife to billionaire Brittain Kane, acting as the obedient accessory while he built his empire. I played the fool until I found his second phone, the one filled with messages and photos of a nineteen-year-old hostess.
Determined to balance the scales, I checked into the Pierre Hotel and spent twenty-five thousand dollars to hire a high-end male escort. I wanted one night of rebellion to wash away the two years of humiliation and finally even the score.
But when the heavy footsteps stopped outside my door, the man who walked in wasn’t the professional I had booked. It was Harrison Juarez—my husband’s most ruthless business rival and supposed "best friend." He stood there in a suit that cost more than my car, holding a screenshot of my scandalous booking on his phone.
My blood turned to ice as I realized my carefully constructed exit plan was over. He had the proof, the leverage, and the power to leave me with nothing in a divorce. He mocked my "cheap courage" and told me that sleeping with a hired hand wouldn't hurt a man like Brittain; he’d just pay the guy off and buy me a new car to shut me up.
The fear inside me snapped, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. I looked at the man who held my life in his hands and realized he wasn't there to expose me. He was there because he was petty, effective, and wanted to destroy Brittain just as much as I did.
"If you really want to make Brittain Kane lose his mind," Harrison whispered, his voice rough against my ear, "you don't need a gigolo. You need me."
I didn't hesitate. I reached into my bag, pulled out my husband’s black Centurion card, and tossed it at my husband's greatest enemy. I told him to book the most expensive penthouse in the city, because if I was going to ruin my marriage, I was going to do it on Brittain’s dime with the one man he feared most. Marrying The Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle
Modern For three years, Seraphina played the perfect, supportive girlfriend to Julian, a supposedly struggling student, hoping his love would save her from a vicious step-family.
But when she finally knelt down to propose, he fled in a panic. Following him to an exclusive club, she uncovered a shattering truth: he was actually a billionaire heir, and their entire relationship was nothing but a cruel bet.
Hiding in the shadows, she listened as Julian bragged to his wealthy friends.
"I'll have my fun, and then I'll dump her."
He mocked her innocent devotion, laughing about how her desperate love was a pathetic joke. Her three years of sacrifice meant absolutely nothing. To make matters worse, she soon learned her stepmother was already secretly plotting to marry her stepsister off to Julian, stealing her only way out.
A frozen, suffocating rage consumed her heart. How could someone casually destroy another person's life for sport? She refused to be his naive, helpless victim anymore. If her purity was just a punchline to his arrogant friends, she would show him exactly how ruthless she could be.
In a reckless act of revenge, she threw herself at a cold, commanding stranger in the bar, leaving her late mother's ring behind in his hotel bed. But when she later crossed paths with the stranger, she froze. He was Damian Carlisle—Julian’s untouchable, ruthlessly powerful uncle.
"If your concern is about me, you can relax. That night was my first time as well."
Staring at the most dangerous man in New York, Seraphina didn't run. Instead, she knew exactly who she was going to marry to destroy them all. His Ultimate Regret: Losing His Shield
Mafia For five years, I was the underground lawyer and secret shield for Julian, the city's most ruthless Mafia Don. I managed his legitimate fronts and even washed his mother's blood off my hands during the turf wars.
Then, an embossed wedding invitation slid across my desk. The gold-leaf name next to his was not mine, but Serena's—the innocent new associate he had ordered me to mentor.
I hacked into his family's encrypted archives and uncovered a mafia blood pact. He had signed his life over to her family for weapons three years ago, right when he was promising to crown me as his Queen. He had been lying to me every single day since. When I confronted him with the printed proof, he didn't even look guilty.
"The marriage is business," he told me coldly, demanding my obedience. "You are the woman I keep."
I stared at the man I had bled for. I had lived in a suffocating safe house, keeping federal agents from his door, believing every lie he fed me. Yet to him, my five years of absolute devotion meant nothing. He just expected me to remain a secret mistress in a gilded cage while he paraded another woman around.
I slapped him across the face and dropped my ironclad severance agreement on his desk.
Then, I walked straight out and sent an encrypted engagement proposal to Silas Russo, his deadliest rival Don. This time, I was going to legally strip his empire bare. Bought By The Man Who Hates Me
Modern I sat at a mahogany table in River Oaks, clutching the strap of a pilled black dress from a life I’d lost five years ago. I was an exile in a world of old money, just trying to survive a dinner party I didn't belong in.
Then the doors opened, and Baron Lowery walked in. He was no longer the boy I’d loved, but a powerful man with eyes like a storm front. When the host asked if we’d met, Baron didn't even blink.
"I don't know her," he said.
The erasure was a physical blow. His new girlfriend spent the night mocking my "quaint" legal aid work and calling me a washed-up gold digger. Baron didn't defend me; he watched my humiliation with a cold, predatory stillness. During a game of Truth or Dare, he stared me down, waiting for a confession. To protect his career and the secret of my father’s federal crimes, I looked him in the eye and told the ultimate lie: "No regrets."
He retaliated by pinning me against a concrete wall in a dark stairwell, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that felt like a punishment. He told me I wasn't worth the effort and left me. I retreated to my real life—a moldy trailer and a blackmailer named Harvey who was forcing me into a marriage to save my father from prison.
I thought I’d hit rock bottom until Baron’s silver Bentley pulled up to my slum. He didn't come to apologize. He flipped open a checkbook, scribbled fifty thousand dollars, and held it out like I was a common streetwalker.
"One night," he demanded. "Do whatever I say, and it's yours."
I looked at the man I’d sacrificed my entire soul for and realized he’d finally become the monster I'd tried to save him from. I shoved the check back in his face and ran into the rain, leaving the billionaire staring at the trailer park, unable to understand why the "gold digger" he hated so much wouldn't take his money. The Architect Who Rose From Ashes
Romance I died of a broken heart while my fiancé, Kade, was busy comforting his "best friend" over a cold.
When I opened my eyes, I was back at our engagement party, ten years in the past.
I didn't hesitate. I took off the ring and called it quits.
But Kyla wasn't letting go that easily. She deliberately ate a peanut cookie, faking a severe reaction to frame me.
Kade didn't ask questions. He looked at me with pure hatred.
"You monster! You knew she was allergic!"
He even blamed me for his driver's sudden heart attack, screaming that I was a murderer who deserved to be ruined.
I didn't defend myself. I didn't cry.
I simply boarded a plane to London and vanished from his life.
Thirteen years later, I returned as a world-renowned architect.
Kade, who had finally uncovered the truth and spent a decade in silent penance, fell to his knees begging for a second chance.
I looked at the man who had once been my world and smiled coldly.
"I forgive you, Kade. But the Harper who loved you is dead. You killed her yourself." Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret
Mafia The crystal chandelier swayed violently above the dinner table. In that fraction of a second, time seemed to stop.
My husband, Dante, didn't hesitate. He didn't reach for me.
He dove across the table, tackling his "fragile" first love, Mia, to the floor. He shielded her body with his own.
Gravity took over. The heavy metal slammed into my legs, crushing them instantly.
While I lay buried under the debris, bleeding into the beige carpet, Dante was screaming for a medic—because Mia had a paper cut.
It wasn't the first time he chose her. He had run my taxi off the road because she faked a fall. He gave her my dying father's antique rosary just because she thought it was a pretty accessory.
But the final blow wasn't physical.
While Dante was at a hotel comforting Mia through a "nightmare," he ignored the urgent calls to authorize my father's bone marrow transplant.
My father died alone of infection because Dante was too busy playing hero to a liar.
When Dante finally returned to the penthouse, expecting me to be waiting there to beg for his forgiveness, he found the house silent.
He found the signed divorce papers in the fireplace.
And then, he found the death certificate dated three days ago.
I didn't leave a note. I didn't leave a fight.
I just left him with the silence he deserved, and vanished into the night. From Unwanted Wife To Unreachable Queen
Mafia The day my guardian, Dante Moretti, announced his engagement was the day I started planning my death. Not a literal one, but the death of the girl who had orbited his world for ten years.
He was the Don of the Moretti family, the man I'd secretly loved since I was a child. But with his new fiancée, Sofia, on his arm, he began to erase me. He even forgot my severe allergy, gifting me a watch that would blister my skin.
He had ripped apart the diary where I confessed my love for him.
"I am your guardian," he'd spat. "Do not ever cross that line again."
Yet one night, drunk and stumbling, he crashed his mouth onto mine, his hands roaming my body as he pushed me against the wall.
He groaned, but the name that escaped his lips wasn't mine.
"Sofia..."
When I screamed my own name—Elara—he shoved me away in horror. He wasn't horrified by his betrayal, but by the fact that he'd kissed the wrong woman.
That was the final straw. I took the acceptance letter to a university in Toronto that I had kept hidden like a prayer. I called my estranged father and booked a one-way ticket. This time, I would burn my old life to the ground and leave nothing but ashes behind. The Unlucky Twin's Unseen Path
Romance From the moment I was born, a tiny, almost invisible birthmark behind my left ear sealed my fate. My mother, living by old superstitions, saw it as a bad omen, setting me apart from my identical twin, Sophia. She became the family favorite, showered with love and opportunity, while I became the "unlucky" one, living in her shadow with a nanny on a forgotten corner of our estate.
Then, the unimaginable happened: Liam Davis, the adopted son of a powerful political figure, was at our family dinner, when he was never supposed to be there. And Sophia, my identical twin, who was supposed to marry the tech CEO Ethan Vance, shocked everyone by declaring her choice: she would marry Liam Davis.
Sophia, with a smug, triumphant smile, later cornered me, "I told you I wanted your life. This time, I'm taking the right path from the beginning. Liam's power, his influence... it will all be mine. You can have the bankrupt tech genius." Her words chillingly confirmed it: she remembered everything from our first life, just like me.
In that past life, I was married off to Liam Davis, a cold, distant man whose political ambition was built on secrets and ruthless tactics. His rise to power was bloody, leaving me a shield against his enemies and enduring constant humiliation in the shadows. Sophia had seen only the glamorous result, not the treacherous path, blindly envying my hard-won position. She thought marrying Liam was her shortcut to the life she deserved.
Now, she believed she was seizing a better future, unaware that she was stepping into the very hell I had endured. She had chosen Liam, but she hadn't chosen the man he became with me. And I, the "unlucky" twin, was left with Ethan Vance, the supposed "bankrupt tech genius" destined for ruin.
But I refused to be a passive victim again. This time, I knew the game, and I understood Sophia' s blindness. She wanted my old life? She could have it. Because this time, I would choose my own path. And maybe, just maybe, this "failed" marriage might hold a secret I never anticipated. Fiancée's Fury, Sister's Shame
Modern The California sun felt like a fresh start, a golden promise for my new life as an architect in LA, working alongside my successful older brother, David.
But that promise shattered the moment my phone buzzed with an unknown number.
"So you' re the one," a cold voice sneered, "The little sister who' s trying to sleep with her brother."
My mind reeled. David, engaged? He never told me. And then this woman, Chloe, his fiancée, accused me of being a "homewrecker," her words laced with venom.
The next morning, she escalated, posting a photo of David and me in our office' s company-wide chat, publicly branding me as someone with "no shame."
"You' re not his 'sister.' You' re not related by blood at all," she broadcasted, twisting the truth of my adoption into a weapon, exposing our private family history to my new colleagues.
I turned to David, my protector, expecting him to defend me. Instead, he simply messaged, "Sarah, don' t engage. Just ignore it. You' re making it worse."
His inaction was a betrayal, a chilling realization that the brother I idolized was letting me be publicly humiliated, prioritizing "image" over my dignity.
What kind of monster would weaponize family history? And why was David, my anchor, abandoning me to the storm? I knew then that this wasn't just a jealous fiancée; this was a battle, and my cherished brother was on the wrong side. AI Love, Real Betrayal
Romance The final code for "True Love AI" glowed on my office monitor, a perfect symbol for my perfect life: successful tech CEO, marrying the woman I' ve loved for five years in seven days.
Then Olivia called, her voice flat, devoid of warmth. "Ethan, can you come home? We need to talk."
When I arrived, she dropped a bomb: she couldn' t marry me. She had to marry Daniel Reed, her ex-boyfriend, to fulfill his "deceased mother' s dying wish."
My world fractured. This multi-million dollar AI, this sprawling estate, our perfect future-all secondary to some archaic notion of filial piety. And then came the sting: she wanted me to fund their wedding, a casual request for $50,000 for "arrangements."
How could she betray me so utterly, and then demand I finance her new life? Could she truly be so cold, so transactional, after everything?
But as I stared at her audacious texts, a small detail from a shared photo clicked into place. If she saw my love as a tool for manipulation, then I, Ethan Miller, would return the favor. My wedding would proceed as planned, but she wouldn' t be the bride. The Toxic Inheritance: Sisters Forged in Fire
Sci-fi The crystal decanter felt heavy in my hand as I prepared to strike my sister, Gabby, believing she had betrayed our family.
Suddenly, glowing blue messages appeared before my eyes, revealing a shocking truth: I was being played, and my brother Ethan and our supposed sister Nicole were orchestrating a cruel frame-up.
My world shattered as I watched them feign innocence, and Ethan, caught in his lie, spitefully ordered Gabby to be locked in the terrifying wine cellar, a place of profound trauma for her.
The realization that I had been a blind participant in my family' s monstrous charade, that I had stood by while Gabby was tormented, hit me like a physical blow.
But seeing Gabby's pure terror, and knowing Ethan had tortured her for weeks, something cold and sharp hardened inside me: I was done feeling guilty; I was going to turn her into a weapon. You might like
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. 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. 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. 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. Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
Anemic Sun For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence.
When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer.
Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius.
Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer." 
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