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My "Broke" Fake Boyfriend Is A Secret Hockey God
Romance I spent the entire afternoon baking a chocolate lava cake to surprise my boyfriend of two years for his birthday.
But when I quietly unlocked his apartment door, I found him tangled in the sheets with my inseparable best friend.
They didn't even scramble apart. Mason just glared at me with pure annoyance, treating me like an unwelcome intruder who had ruined their intimate moment.
Kennedy shamelessly hid behind his back, wearing his shirt and whimpering that it "just happened."
I smashed the birthday cake directly into his cheating face, threw my apartment key at his feet, and ran out into the freezing night.
Right then, my mom called, cheerfully urging me to hurry up with our wedding plans. Her words were like salt poured into my shattered heart. I had wasted two years of my life on two dogs.
Crying behind the wheel, I nearly ran over a tall, arrogant stranger walking on the highway in the pouring rain. He was freezing and penniless, so I impulsively brought him back to my apartment for the night.
The next morning, a frantic pounding echoed through my front door.
"Harper! Open up! Mom's here to see you!"
My mom had made a surprise visit, and she thought I was still happily engaged to Mason.
Desperate, I grabbed the handsome stranger's arm.
"Please, pretend you're my boyfriend!"
The penniless man looked at my panicked face and smirked.
"Fine. But you owe me." The billionaire CEO regretted abandoning his wife for his ex-lover.
Modern I suffer from severe night blindness.
For three years, my fiancé Evan promised that he would always be my eyes when I was in darkness.
It wasn't until we were traveling down the mountain that we encountered some treacherous peaks.
Just because my first love casually mentioned having a headache, he abandoned me without hesitation.
"I can't see anything, please don't leave me!"
I pleaded desperately.
He sneered, "You don't need to pretend. It's just because you're jealous. You're being unreasonable."
After saying that, he turned and left.
In the bitter cold where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, I lost my footing and fell more than 20 meters off a cliff, shattering to pieces.
After I died, I became a lonely ghost and watched helplessly as his first love hacked into my social media account, posting fake vacation updates to convince Evan that I was just being unreasonable and throwing a tantrum.
The heartbroken parents confronted her, and he pushed my mother to the ground for his first love, causing a fatal intracranial hemorrhage.
He cruelly destroyed my entire family without ever showing the slightest remorse.
It wasn't until the police slammed the blood-stained engagement ring and the cold morgue photo onto the interrogation table and told him about my death that he was informed.
This time, he, who was always arrogant, broke down and begged me to come back. Dumped By Fiancé, Pampered By The Billionaire
Billionaires Ellery pushed open the door to her fiancé's Manhattan penthouse, only to find a strange pair of red stilettos tossed across the foyer.
Hiding inside the closet, she watched Edgar, the man she had dated for two years, tangled on the sofa with a rookie model.
Worse, she heard him laugh and admit their engagement was just a cheap lie to secure his family trust, planning to ship her off to rot once he got the money.
When Ellery recorded the affair, threw the diamond ring in his face, and walked out, Edgar's retaliation was swift and ruthless.
He forced her father to freeze her bank accounts and lock her out of her own home.
He even had her university tutoring jobs canceled, leaving her penniless before cornering her in the freezing rain to drag her back by force.
Shivering in a muddy alley with a shattered phone, Ellery felt a suffocating despair.
Why did her own family trade her safety for a cheating scumbag's investment?
Was she really going to be crushed by his power just because she refused to swallow his disgusting betrayal?
Just as Edgar's bodyguards lunged for her, a fleet of black armored SUVs tore through the rain and pinned them to the asphalt.
The untouchable Wall Street billionaire, Darius Mendez, stepped out of a Rolls-Royce and wrapped his warm coat around her trembling shoulders.
"From this second on, she is under my absolute protection." Forsaken By One Alpha, Claimed By His Rival
Werewolf For two years, I played the role of the unloved mate to Alpha King Dominik. When I saw the two red lines on the pregnancy test, I foolishly hoped this child would finally thaw his frozen heart.
But when I told him, his eyes held only a chilling disgust.
"Get rid of it."
Just then, his childhood sweetheart Cleo walked in. He immediately performed the cruelest Rejection to sever our soul-bond, tossing me aside for her.
He commanded his guards to drag me to the clinic for a forced termination. Desperate to save my baby, I escaped into the freezing blizzard. But I fell down an icy embankment, and the warm blood staining the snow told me my only treasure was gone. Dragged back to the infirmary, I was handed a rejection document and a pathetic settlement check.
They thought money could buy my silence and my dead child. I didn't cry. Instead, I deliberately let Dominik overhear me "confessing" that I threw myself down the hill on purpose, just to kill his heir and escape him.
Enraged by this "truth," he ordered his guards to drag me out in nothing but a thin hospital gown and throw me into the deadly winter storm to freeze.
He thought I was just a weak, discarded Omega who would quietly die in the snow.
But he didn't know I was rescued by a powerful rival Alpha. As I secured my place in this new sanctuary, my plan was already forming. Dominik Steele, I will return to your world, and I will make you pay in blood. Disowned at My Engagement, I Became The Tech Titan's Savior
Romance At my own engagement party, I thought I was finally going to become Collin's wife and truly belong to the Beaumont family after being missing for ten years.
But under the spotlight, Collin walked right past me. He knelt and slipped my million-dollar ruby ring onto my adopted sister Ivy's finger-just because she got a tiny scratch from a broken glass.
My family didn't defend me. My mother dug her nails into my arm, calling me vicious. My three brothers surrounded Ivy protectively, demanding I apologize for embarrassing them.
When I later exposed that Ivy had secretly hired thugs to abduct and beat me, my father roared in anger. He didn't believe a single word I said.
Instead, he froze all my bank accounts and officially disowned me, caring only about the thirty percent company shares in my trust fund.
I looked at the family I had spent years trying to please. They never loved me; they only loved the fake, manipulative daughter they raised while I was gone.
My heart completely died.
Penniless and cast out into the cold night, I walked into a diner and sat across from Damian Sterling, the dying titan of the tech world.
I looked at the incurable poison spreading through his veins and smiled.
"I am the only person alive who can save you," I said. "In exchange, you will be my sword to make the Beaumonts tremble." The Billionaire Alpha's Forsaken Wolfless Luna
Werewolf For four years, I was the perfect Luna and the mastermind behind my Alpha husband's corporate empire.
But on a rare weekend off, I caught him on a private beach with his stepsister, Seraphina, and their three-year-old daughter.
My fated mate had built a whole secret family behind my back.
Fleeing the scene in shock, I got into a horrific car crash.
I woke up in the hospital, battered and broken, only to overhear Caden comforting his mistress right by my bedside.
"I don't even want to touch her," he whispered. "Her wolfless state is disgusting."
When I finally returned home, my belongings were boxed up, and Seraphina had completely taken over my house.
When I caught their illegitimate child stealing my late mother's sapphire necklace, Caden slapped me across the face to protect them.
Even my own father sided with the cheating Alpha, stripping me of my executive position to give to the mistress, demanding I play the docile wife for the sake of their upcoming IPO.
Four years of absolute devotion, and my own flesh and blood treated me like a disposable pawn just because I couldn't shift into a wolf.
They all expected me to cry, to beg, and to submit to their endless humiliation.
Instead, I slapped my husband back.
"I will step down and keep your dirty secrets," I told them calmly. "For one hundred million dollars."
They thought they had won by paying me off.
They didn't know I was using their money to build a new empire that would crush them all. Forsaken By The Pack, Destined For The Lycan King
Werewolf I was born to be Alpha Damien Carlisle's fated Luna.
Instead, I lived like a stray dog in his pack.
For one year, I watched everyone worship Lilith Vance, his fragile first love, while they mocked me as the barren mate he was too ashamed to mark.
Then I learned the truth.
His mother had been forcing brutal fertility herbs into my body.
His sister threw an illegal sterility poison at me.
And Damien, my own mate, had been secretly lacing my food with wolfsbane contraceptives for months.
When I confronted him, he did not deny it.
"I couldn't let you get pregnant," he said coldly. "If Lilith found out you were carrying my heir, the shock might kill her."
I finally understood.
I was never his Luna.
I was his bloodline. His legal womb. His family's insurance policy.
The moment Lilith coughed up blood, Damien abandoned me without looking back.
So I ran to the capital and begged the Alpha King to grant me a formal Rejection.
He threw my petition away unread.
My mate had poisoned me.
My pack had betrayed me.
And the King himself refused to free me.
Fine.
If the law would not save me, I would save myself.
In my past life, I had been a healer no one believed until it was too late. This time, I remembered everything.
In seven days, at the Royal Hunt, the Alpha King would drink a silver poison designed to kill even a Lycan.
No royal healer would be able to save him.
But I would.
I packed my surgical kit, disappeared into the city slums, and prepared the only cure in the kingdom.
When the King lay dying, he would finally listen.
And the price of his life would be simple.
My freedom. The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now
Romance I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Reese family, living quietly in the shadow of their biological daughter, Asha.
After a charity gala, a drunk Asha insisted on driving her sports car, only to strike a pedestrian on a dark, wet road.
Before I could even call 911, my boyfriend Collins and the family lawyer arrived to control the scene. My adoptive father put a heavy hand on my shoulder, begging me to take the fall so their true bloodline wouldn't have a criminal record.
"I'll wait for you, Crys. I promise I'll take care of everything."
Collins whispered those words and squeezed my hand. I foolishly agreed, but in court, Collins personally submitted a fabricated statement detailing my history of severe binge drinking. The high-priced lawyer offered no defense, and I was sentenced to three years in a federal prison, completely abandoned by the family I loved.
For 1,095 days behind razor wire, I suffered the ultimate betrayal. They hadn't made a mistake; they had intentionally fed me to the wolves as a disposable sacrifice to keep their precious princess safe. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could destroy me without a single ounce of hesitation.
Upon my release, I fled to a new city with just twenty-seven dollars, deciding that surviving and living well would be my revenge. I finally found a safe haven working at a small diner. But as I drove my delivery truck downtown today, I locked eyes with Collins's best friend through the window of a luxury Bentley. The billionaires who ruined my life have found me, and the storm they tried to bury has officially arrived. The Unwanted Omega's Rise From Ashes
Werewolf As an Omega, finding out the powerful Alpha Ryker was my fated mate should have been a blessing. But he only loved my stepsister, Nora.
To protect her, he treated me like dirt. Yet, pressured by the pack Elders, he violently claimed me during my first heat, calling Nora's name the entire time.
When he saw the virgin blood on the sheets, he threw cash at my face and accused me of faking it with a cheap trick.
His mother forced me to drink wolfsbane tea and poured the burning poison over my skin just for breathing the same air as her son.
I gave up on the bond and traded my Luna title for a lowly archivist job just to survive. But Nora wouldn't even let me have that.
She cornered me in the basement, slashed her own arm to the bone with a silver blade, and screamed for help.
Ryker burst in, his eyes blazing with murderous rage as he held her bleeding body.
"I will hate you until the day I die."
He swore the Alpha vow, the psychic curse tearing my soul apart. He didn't ask for the truth. He just condemned me.
My heart shattered under the weight of his absolute, venomous disgust, but the tears wouldn't come.
I calmly picked up my employment paper from the blood-stained floor.
I didn't want his love anymore. This time, I was going to live for myself. You might like
Jilted Girlfriend? I Am The Tycoon's Wife
Dolores Cara Lewis sat quietly as her boyfriend of three years pushed a plate of dessert across the table, wearing a rehearsed mask of sorrow.
He claimed he had to break up with her for her own good, blaming his lack of connections on Wall Street and insisting he couldn't give her the life she deserved.
He acted like a martyr making a tragic sacrifice, waiting for her desperate tears and trembling denial.
Instead, Cara calmly pulled out a stack of glossy photos and an elegant engagement invitation.
She exposed his secret affair with the wealthy Hailie Lewis, completely dismantling his hypocritical social climb.
Leaving the cheating narcissist pale and humiliated, Cara paid the bill and walked out, thinking the trash had finally been taken out.
But her newly single evening took a chaotic turn when a teenage gaming partner called in a panic.
He begged her to crash his elite prep school and pose as his aunt to save him from expulsion.
Cara agreed, flawlessly playing the role of the secret new wife to his uncle, a notoriously ruthless Wall Street titan.
She was thoroughly dominating the snobby school board when the office doors suddenly swung open.
The real billionaire uncle, Beck Greer, walked into the room.
Cara's heart dropped into her stomach as his glacial eyes locked onto her, knowing her social existence in New York was about to end.
Caught in a terrifying, inescapable lie, Cara made an insane calculation.
She stepped forward, firmly hooked her arm through the billionaire's, and smiled sweetly.
"Honey, what took you so long? Julian and I were being bullied."
She waited for the executioner's axe to fall, but the untouchable tycoon simply covered her hand with his and played along. Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
Hei Baidong I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up.
When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience.
"Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff."
Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me.
I gave birth to twins all by myself.
The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped.
They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child.
I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister.
I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies.
But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test.
It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years.
Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband.
This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing. THREE-YEARS CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE HOT BILLIONAIRE
Ashley Ray "Sign the contract, or lose everything."
I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King.
My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction.
Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love."
He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end.
I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his.
But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective.
Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything.
They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn.
With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?
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." She Left With His Secret Child And Built Her Own Throne
Le Trèfle On the night of their wedding anniversary, Elara received divorce papers instead of a heartfelt declaration of love-handed to her by a man whose gaze no longer saw her.
Her husband, Kaelan, had decided to end their marriage without ever truly explaining why.
But the worst was yet to come: Elara walked in on Kaelan and her closest friend in the bed they used to share.
Devastated, she signed the papers and left. Inside her, however, she carried a secret she would share with no one: a child belonging to a man she could no longer call her own.
Years later, Elara reinvented herself in Seattle. She now ran an art gallery and had won an international award.
Her loyal business partner, Noah, offered her a friendship that increasingly blurred the line into love. It was a tenderness she gently pushed away, just as she refused to allow herself to heal.
Meanwhile, Kaelan hadn't moved on either. He'd never been able to forget her. He ultimately chose Seattle as the venue for his next jewelry exhibition.
Now, as he drew near once again, only one question mattered: How far can you run from the person who shattered your heart when your child has their eyes and, despite everything, your heart still leaps at the sound of their approach? His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Director
UsagiChan77 For ten years, Kinsley played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Christian Decker.
She lived on a meager allowance, secretly pouring her heart into earning first place for a prestigious Hollywood directing fellowship.
But on the day her gold-stamped acceptance letter arrived, she stood outside his study and heard him give her hard-earned spot to Blair, his live-in mistress.
Christian casually dismissed Kinsley's months of grueling work, claiming a mere housewife didn't need industry resources.
He threw an unlimited black credit card on the desk, telling her to go buy some jewelry and stop throwing a tantrum.
That same night, he paraded Blair at a Wall Street gala wearing the Decker family's heirloom sapphire, letting Manhattan's elite look at Kinsley with pity and mockery.
When Blair boldly moved into their master bedroom, Christian fiercely defended the mistress, warning Kinsley not to cause a scene over nothing.
Ten years of quiet devotion were trampled for a fake heiress's vanity. Kinsley looked at the man she had loved, her heart turning completely to ash.
She finally understood that in this massive estate, there was never any room for her.
She took off her platinum wedding ring, left all his luxury gifts behind, and walked out of the mansion empty-handed.
Then, she calmly dialed a private number to her production team.
"Scrap the fellowship transition. I'm taking the director's chair directly."
She was going to make Blair audition for her on a global live stream, and let Christian watch his precious investment burn. Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress
Paula Gardini Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward.
When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance.
Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive.
She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life?
But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband.
"City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms." The Hockey Prince's Secret Ice Queen
Lila All I wanted was to find a computer genius to process the non-linear dynamic equations for my ecological model.
Instead, I found myself cornered by Julian Andrews, the university's hockey prince, trading a public, staged kiss for his academic support.
To finalize our "deal," I was dragged to the campus ice rink.
The cheerleaders and puck bunnies immediately swarmed him, mocking my plain clothes and treating me like a pathetic joke.
Brooke, the head cheerleader, even set up a figure skating competition with a date with Julian as the grand prize.
She performed a basic spin, blew him a kiss, and smugly waited for me to fall flat on my face and humiliate myself.
His hockey teammates laughed from the sidelines, watching me try to support Julian as he stumbled around the ice like a newborn giraffe.
But as I held his warm hand to keep him from falling, I couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong.
Why was a top-tier athlete faking such awful balance?
And why did his ice-blue eyes stare at me with such knowing anticipation, as if he already knew about the professional figure skating past I had spent years trying to bury?
"Just let go and skate."
He whispered, slowly releasing my hand.
I took a deep breath, glided to the center of the rink, and landed a flawless double Axel.
As the entire rink fell into a dead, shocked silence, I realized I had just exposed not only my own hidden past, but also the biggest secret of the campus god. The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Out Of Town "From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer."
In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title.
The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry.
His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt.
Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get."
They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps.
The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world.
When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance.
"She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel."
I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face.
"This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole."
But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey... 
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