Fumo Baobao
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My Anniversary, His Secret Wife
Modern On my first wedding anniversary, I woke up pregnant and thrilled, waiting for my husband, Carter.
But a trending TikTok video shattered my world. It showed Carter celebrating the same anniversary with a famous influencer, Kenley Mendez. He had lied to me for an entire year with a fake marriage certificate while being legally married to her.
When I confronted him, he spun a story about Kenley dying of cancer, begging for my sympathy.
But his lies quickly turned to violence. During a fight, he struck me so hard that I collapsed, and later that day, I miscarried our baby.
To protect his perfect public image, Carter' s company then released a statement branding me as a delusional mistress. The internet exploded with hate, and I became the villain in his tragic love story.
I had lost my baby, my husband, and my reputation. The man I had loved and supported for eight years had not only betrayed me but systematically destroyed my life.
Lying in that cold hospital bed, with nothing left to lose, I picked up my phone. I turned off the beauty filters, looked straight into the camera, and hit 'Go Live.' He Chose A Fake Heiress Over His True Queen
Mafia I waited seven years for Jax Vetti, the youngest Capo in New York, to finally claim me. Instead, five minutes before our scheduled engagement, he called me a burden behind a velvet curtain.
Standing on the center stage of the Gala, he didn't reach for my hand. He took the hand of Chloe Davenport, his rival’s daughter, and announced to the underworld that she was carrying his heir.
When the explosion tore through the ballroom moments later, Jax didn't hesitate. He threw his body over Chloe, shielding her completely, and dragged her to the safe room.
I was left behind, exposed and helpless, until a massive crystal chandelier crashed down, crushing my legs and slicing my throat.
While I lay bleeding out on the cold floor, Jax returned. He looked at my shattered body not with horror, but with disgust.
"You're a liability, Savvy," he sneered, ordering his guards to dump me in the courtyard like trash so I wouldn't upset his pregnant fiancée.
I clutched the bullet casing he gave me years ago—a blood oath he swore would bind us forever. He had promised to protect me, but tonight, he stepped over my broken body to comfort the woman who was secretly plotting his demise.
His second-in-command found me before the cold took me.
"He's lost his mind," Ben whispered, scooping me up and driving me to a private jet bound for Sicily.
I didn't die that night. But the girl who loved Jax Vetti did.
Six months later, I returned from the dead. Not as his victim, but as the woman who would turn his wedding into a funeral. Her Sacrifice, His Blind Hatred
Modern My boss, August Ortega, forced me to donate bone marrow to his fiancée. She was afraid of getting a scar.
For seven years, I’d been the assistant to the boy I grew up with, the man who now despised me. But his fiancée, Harlow, wanted more than my marrow; she wanted me gone.
She framed me for shattering a five-million-dollar gift, and August made me kneel on the broken crystal until my knees bled. She framed me for assault at a gala, and he had me arrested, where I was beaten bloody in a holding cell.
Then, to punish me for a sex tape I never leaked, he kidnapped my parents.
He made me watch as he dangled them from a crane on an unfinished skyscraper, hundreds of feet in the air. He called my phone, his voice cold and smug.
"Have you learned your lesson yet, Cora? Are you ready to apologize?"
As he spoke, the rope snapped. My parents plummeted into the darkness.
A terrifying calm washed over me. The taste of blood filled my mouth, a symptom of the illness he never knew I had.
He laughed on the other end of the line, a cruel, ugly sound. "Feel free to jump off that roof if it hurts so much. It would be a fitting end for you."
"Okay," I whispered.
And then, I stepped off the edge of the building and into the empty air. The Unseen Scars of Love
Sci-fi My mentor, Dr. Vance, dedicated her life to a sustainable energy project. But her sudden, aggressive illness, too fast to be natural, told me it was an attack. Powerful people wanted her work stopped. So, when she whispered to me to protect it, to not let them win, I made the hardest decision of my life.
I reached for the plug on her life support machine, an act of mercy and protection. But just as my fingers closed around it, the door burst open. "Ava! What the hell are you doing?" It was Ethan, my husband, Dr. Vance's son. He saw my hand on the plug. He saw his mother, still and silent. He saw a murderer.
Chloe Hayes, his childhood friend, rushed to his side. "Oh my God, Ethan! She's... she's killing your mother!" Her words sealed my fate. He shoved me, calling me a murderer. He slapped me, snarling, "You bitch." He became a monster, fueled by grief and Chloe's lies.
He moved into the guest room, stopped speaking to me except to hurl insults. He drained our accounts, buying lavish gifts for Chloe. One night, drunk, he forced himself on me. A few weeks later, I was pregnant, a tiny, foolish hope. But Chloe's poisonous words ignited his rage. He shoved me. I fell, my stomach hitting the desk. The life inside me, gone.
I was cleaning the rug he loved, hand bleeding, when Chloe twisted the story. He forced me to my knees, then watched, unmoved, as I scrubbed. Then, to destroy Eleanor's legacy, Chloe burned her notebooks, tearing them right in front of me.
My birthday. Ethan stood on stage, Chloe by his side, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. "Chloe and I are getting engaged! And we're going to have a baby!" The public execution. My reputation systematically dismantled. I stood there, taking every lie, knowing if they all hated me, no one would look for me when I vanished.
So, I disappeared. I didn't understand how he could twist reality so violently, how his grief had blinded him to the truth. Why, after everything, did he hate me so much?
I shredded my identity. Ava Riley ceased to exist. I became Anya Sharma, the lead scientist of Project Legacy, ready to fulfill my promise and build a new life beyond the wreckage of the old. Love's Betrayal: A Digital Wasteland
Sci-fi My best friend Chloe and I were cybersecurity experts, surviving the digital wasteland after the world fell apart. We kept our small community thriving, a beacon of order in chaos.
Then, tech entrepreneurs Jake Anderson and Noah Carter appeared, promising to "fix" everything. Jake, charismatic and charming, made me believe he loved me. I poured my expertise, my hope, and my heart into their project: rebuilding the core economic systems.
During a critical mission, I almost died, fighting off a hostile takeover. Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant with Jake' s child, a fragile joy in our grim reality. But then, Chloe, on what was supposed to be a simple mission, was ambushed. They held her for three days, violating her digitally, shattering her mind.
Jake and Noah swore vengeance, waging a ruthless war to eliminate their rivals. We thought we were finally safe, weathering the storm together.
Until one night, I overheard them. My pregnancy was a "good move," tying me to Jake. Chloe was "broken," but useful. Our deepest traumas, our pain, our sacrifices-all planned, all for Olivia Reed, a socialite they were putting on the path to ultimate power.
The love I thought was real became the most painful cage of all. My child, leverage. Chloe, bait. Our lives, tools. I found Chloe, her eyes mirroring my devastation. We were trapped in a web of lies, but we would find a way to escape. When Love Finds Its Way Home
Modern The digital timer in my vision pulsed, counting down to my supposed obliteration-ten minutes until my existence was wiped clean.
Three years ago, a car crash stole my parents, leaving me, then just nineteen, to raise my two stepsons, Ethan and Caleb. I' d given up my Olympic dreams to give them a stable home.
I believed their promises, that we were a family, that they would always protect me.
Then Chloe Davis walked in, an intern, all wide eyes and sweet smiles, a delicate charm bracelet glinting on her wrist.
From that day, I became their personal scapegoat, my achievements overshadowed, my talent exploited, all to bolster Chloe' s image.
Last week, a sabotaged client presentation, files deleted, backups corrupted, and Chloe was responsible.
But Ethan, in the crowded boardroom, turned to me, his face a cold mask: "Sarah, this is your fault."
Caleb chimed in, refusing to meet my eyes, "Chloe is new, she's still learning. You should know better."
They didn' t even ask, just saw Chloe' s tears and blamed me.
I swallowed the familiar, bitter humiliation, the weight of their betrayal a physical pressure on my lungs.
But today, I chose to fail.
"I' m not abandoning it. I' m choosing to fail," I whispered to the empty room.
[Decision confirmed. Initiating protocol for mission failure. The consequences are irreversible. Host will be held fully responsible.]
The system' s voice was calm, but the penalty was clear: my existence would be erased, my "Goodness Value" transferred to Chloe.
Then, the office door burst open. Ethan and Caleb stormed in, accusing me of sabotaging Chloe again.
Chloe appeared, tear-streaked and fragile, playing victim once more.
"Sarah, find the contract. Now. And then you are going to go out there and apologize to Chloe in front of everyone for stressing her out."
I knew this was my final task, a deep dive into humiliation before freedom.
I had nowhere left to go.
So I stepped forward. Betrayed Ballerina: A Love Lost
Modern The pain was an old, familiar ghost, living in my leg, a constant reminder of the dancer I used to be.
My life had become a quiet echo of a forgotten dream, teaching kids the future I' d lost, marked by the silence of a world without applause.
Then, the Grand Metropolitan Ballet called. Not a friend, not a bill collector. It was a frantic stage manager reporting an accident, a fallen lighting rig, and my mentor, Mr. Harrison, in bad shape. They said it looked really bad.
My mind raced. Mr. Harrison, the man who shaped me, who was more a father than my own, lay broken. A cold dread, colder than the ache in my leg, crept up my spine.
"David? And Lily?" I asked, my words numb. My ambitious brother and my sweet, charming adopted sister, the new prodigy-the girl who effortlessly took everything that was once mine.
They were together, busy preparing for Lily' s debut, while Mr. Harrison lay critically injured. Not dread, but a sickening memory rose-the same crippling injury, the same cold indifference from my family.
I remembered David telling me Lily would take my Swan Lake role, casually, for the good of the company. I remembered Ethan, my brilliant ex-fiancé, saying my damage was irreversible, while a flicker of relief crossed his eyes as he looked at Lily.
In that memory, I gave up, watching them soar, isolating Mr. Harrison. I died a slow death, my spirit broken, then heard of his lonely, accidental death and saw their triumphant faces on magazine covers.
A sharp gasp snapped me back. This wasn' t a memory; it was a warning. The same people, the same motives, the same suspicious "accident."
But this time, I wasn' t a broken, passive victim. I looked at my useless leg, at the crutches-symbols of defeat. A slow, determined fire ignited within me.
No. Not again. They took my career, my future. They would not take another person I loved.
"I' m on my way," I said, my voice sharp and clear. This time, I knew their game. I knew the darkness behind Lily' s smile, David' s ruthless ambition, Ethan' s moral rot. Crippled, isolated, but not helpless. I was heading to that theater, not to watch the show, but to stop it. Some Things Are Just Meant To Be
Romance The rain hammered against the window, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart as my mother clutched her chest, her breathing shallow.
I called 911, but the streets were flooded, and the ambulance was delayed.
Desperate, I called my wife, Sarah. Her voice, bright and cheerful over the noisy clatter of plates and loud music, promised to hurry, to be right there.
She never came.
An hour later, the paramedics arrived, their grim faces confirming what I already knew. She was gone.
Hours later, an unfamiliar text buzzed my phone. It was from my friend, Dave. Below his bewildered message was a screenshot that froze my blood: my wife, Sarah, laughing, head thrown back, a wine glass in hand, seated opposite her ex-boyfriend, Mark Wilson, his arm possessively draped around her chair.
The timestamp screamed betrayal: an hour after I' d called her, while my mother lay dying, Sarah was at a lavish restaurant with her past.
The caption, "Some things are just meant to be," shattered my world.
The distracted voice, the turned-off phone, the broken promise-it wasn' t an accident. It was a choice. My grief for my mother, a raw, open wound, was now burning from this fresh betrayal.
With trembling hands, I typed two sentences, fueled by pure, distilled pain: "It's over. Don't come home." From Rags to Riches (Again)
Billionaires For seven long years, I, Ethan Vanderbilt, the heir to a vast real estate empire, played the part of a humble city planner.
I sacrificed my ambitions, poured my family's wealth into funding my fiancée Chloe's "struggling artist" career, all for her, all for love.
Tonight, at her prestigious art preview, my world shattered when she unveiled her centerpiece: a "wedding photo" of her and her best friend, Leo, eyes locked in an intimate smile that screamed betrayal.
Leo, her "tragic muse," whose "degenerative heart condition" I suddenly realized was nothing but a manipulative lie designed to trap her.
My entire seven-year relationship, our engagement, felt like a cruel, expensive joke.
Chloe dismissed my shock, telling me I was "unsupportive" and that this public display of infidelity was merely "art" and a "powerful statement."
How could she casually toss away years of my devotion, my secret identity, the life I' d put on hold for her, for this preposterous charade?
But in that moment of profound clarity, a cold resolve settled over me.
My bohemian charade was finally over.
I pulled out my phone and texted my mother a single, decisive message: "Mom, I'm ready. I'll marry Sophia Sterling." No Pity For The Man Who Broke Me
Romance My eighth wedding anniversary. The house felt as cold as the lilies Michael' s assistant sent, a bouquet chosen by the woman he spent more time with than me.
He was on another "business trip" with Chloe. When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, distant. "I want a divorce, Michael. " He just hung up.
What truly broke me wasn't the flowers, but his chilling indifference when I confessed my miscarriage, alone, the night he' d chosen Chloe' s manufactured crisis over me. He simply dismissed my grief, then refused to sign the papers.
He then tried to lure me back by faking our son Leo' s illness, trapping me at his family's Hamptons estate. There, his ice-blooded mother, sneering sister, and Chloe ganged up, publicly questioning my stability. "If you can't behave, you can eat in the kitchen," Michael snarled, treating me like hired help.
Years of quiet endurance, of shrinking myself to fit his world, shattered. How could the man who once swore "forever" become this stranger, this monster who actively conspired to humiliate me? My disgust was absolute.
But the old Sarah was gone. I snatched my wine glass, looked his smug sister straight on, and slowly, deliberately, poured the entire contents over her pristine dress. "You disgust me," I declared, tossing the divorce papers at Michael. I walked out, finally free. The Unbreakable Spirit of Sarah
Billionaires My life was a gilded cage, a loveless arrangement with the powerful Hamilton heir, Mark, designed to save my father' s legacy.
Battling postpartum depression, my only solace was my precious daughter, Lily.
Then, Mark weaponized my vulnerability, declaring me unfit and sending Lily to his ex-girlfriend, Tiffany, her glamour hiding a sharp, cruel edge.
When I finally managed to reach Lily, she was neglected, trapped on a sun-drenched balcony, bearing the faint, angry marks of abuse.
My desperate phone call to Mark for help was met with gaslighting and dismissal: "Are you having another episode?"
Then, the world stopped: a small cry, a sickening thud.
Lily was gone, a silent victim of Tiffany' s malice and Mark' s chilling indifference.
As I knelt over my daughter's lifeless body, Mark, standing with Tiffany, utterly dismissed my agony, suggesting only: "We can try again. Tiffany could even carry it for you."
That horrific moment, his callous offer to replace my dead child, burned away the last remnants of my naive hope and illuminated the brutal truth.
My entire marriage, my very being, had been transaction; Lily' s innocent life had paid our family' s debt in full.
Fueled by a grief that transformed into an unyielding resolve, I looked the Hamiltons in the eye and declared my divorce, severing every tie to their toxic world.
I walked away with nothing but Lily's memory, choosing to rebuild my life from the absolute devastation, far from their shadow. When an Engineer Divorces a Traitor
History I tried to breathe, trapped in the gilded cage of 1900s New York, a silent observer overshadowed by my brilliant sister Bea.
My marriage to Arthur Pendleton, the influential industrialist, was supposed to be a safe harbor, a quiet escape from the era' s suffocating expectations.
But then, an anonymous letter slipped under my door, revealing his carefully hidden life: a mistress, Daisy Miller, and a secret son residing in Greenwich Village.
When I confronted him, Arthur didn't flinch; he simply suggested I, his wife, discreetly "manage" his affair and illegitimate child, appealing to my "renowned compassion."
The audacity, the utter disgust of becoming the caretaker for his betrayal, stole my breath and shattered every illusion of our life.
My humiliation was complete as Daisy Miller herself appeared, heavily pregnant again, desperate and blaming me for Arthur' s sudden abandonment.
His pleas for me to accommodate his expanding secret brood, his appeal to my "compassion," were the final insult to my intelligence.
How could the man who pledged lifelong fidelity demand such a monstrous thing, expecting me to legitimize his lies?
But then, Bea, my whirlwind sister, uttered a single word – "Google" – and the silent understanding between us, our shared 21st-century secret, finally broke through.
In that earth-shattering moment, the quiet engineer in me awakened; I would no longer be a doormat or a tragic victim of this strange, old world.
I crushed the diamond necklace he gave me, a symbol of his worthless promises, and vowed to use every bit of my future knowledge to not just leave Arthur, but to utterly destroy him. No Mercy, No Return
Modern The music throbbed at my sister Claire' s engagement party. Ethan Prescott, the man I was supposed to marry, stood beside her, glowing. I watched from the sidelines, a polite smile glued to my face, my family' s legendary Aegis Locket cool against my skin.
Then Claire screamed. Stumbling into the ballroom, her dress torn, a bruise blooming on her cheek, she pointed directly at me, her voice cracking. "She did this! Rory attacked me! She said I stole Ethan, that I' d pay!"
My fiancé, my brother Sam, and even my own mother, instantly believed her lies.
They called me a monster.
Without a second thought, Ethan ripped the Aegis Locket from my neck, banishing me to "The Hollows," a desolate commune in Maine, for "rehabilitation."
Five years I endured there: systematic torture, starvation, brutal beatings, and the ultimate degradation – a searing brand announcing "Property of The Hollows." My once-sharp mind shattered, my identity erased.
I became a feral, cowering creature, unable to comprehend the monstrous injustice.
How could my family, my beloved Ethan, mistake my horrific abuse for madness, my broken pleas for manipulative acts? Why did they choose to believe the twisted narrative of my venomous sister?
When Ethan and Sam finally came to retrieve me, repulsed by the shattered woman before them, my raw, branded body was exposed during a cruel "penance" ritual.
With nothing left but shame and despair, I lunged towards the cliff's edge, escaping their judgment, escaping everything, by throwing myself into the raging abyss below. No More Foolish Love: Her Empire, Her Rules
Romance It was the day my grandfather would announce the man I’d choose to lead Reddington Global, our corporate empire. My “Keystone”—the family’s immense capital and crucial knowledge—was meant to ensure his success.
In my first life, I poured everything into Jamie Vance, my childhood sweetheart, making him CEO. But his cruel sneer still echoes: "If it weren't for needing your Keystone to help Candace build her own empire, I would never have pretended to care for you!"
He paraded his true love, Candace Dubois, using all the power I gave him to elevate her. He shredded my reputation, seized every asset for Candace, then left me with nothing. “This CEO position,” he’d spat, “even without you, I could have eventually grasped!”
It wasn’t just betrayal; it was annihilation. I died utterly broken, wondering how I could have been so blind, so foolish, to hand over my very essence to a monster.
But then, I woke up. I was back. The same day, the same announcement, but this time, things would be different. Jamie Vance would not ruin me again. I’m ready to rewrite my destiny. The Price of His Pride
Romance Sarah Miller had it all: a successful tech career she traded for family, investing millions into her husband Ethan's architectural empire.
Their seven-year-old twins, Leo and Luna, were her world, buzzing with excitement for their promised Fourth of July trip to Universal Studios.
But Ethan had other plans – a yacht trip with his "pregnant" personal assistant, Tiff.
Then, a chilling note: he'd taken the kids to the desolate Nevada wilderness for "character-building," leaving them with minimal water, one tent.
Panic turned to horror when Sarah found them.
Days later, search and rescue called: Leo and Luna, gone, victims of heatstroke and dehydration.
While Sarah identified their ravaged bodies, Ethan threw a lavish pre-baby shower with Tiff, dismissing Sarah's call about their dead children as a "dramatic stunt."
He returned only to smash their photos, allow Tiff to spill their ashes, and brutalize Sarah for trying to mourn.
How could a father abandon his children to such a horrific fate?
How could he deny their deaths, celebrate with his lover, and then violently silence their grieving mother?
The cold, calculated cruelty was unfathomable.
But a desperate, heartbreaking voicemail from Leo’s last moments and a shocking truth about Tiff would shatter Ethan’s narcissistic world, setting off a chain of events that would force him to confront the monstrous consequences of his actions, and leave Sarah to pick up the pieces of a life utterly destroyed. Graduation Day's Cruel Ultimatum
Young Adult My high school hunger was a secret I carried, a constant, gnawing emptiness in my gut.
My mother's decree echoed daily: "You're smart enough for honors classes, you’re smart enough to figure out food," leaving me to navigate lunchtimes with only a sloshing stomach and burning cheeks as friends clattered trays and devoured greasy pizza.
But the true test came the Wednesday before Thanksgiving break.
My mother, her face cold and impassive, delivered an ultimatum that slashed through my fragile existence: drop out and work, or forever lose the right to call her house home.
I chose school, my voice barely a whisper, and seconds later, the front door clicked shut, severing ties, leaving me to the brutal, biting November night.
With nothing but a backpack, I ended up huddled in a forgotten corner of a community center gym, the chill piercing through my thin clothes, my dreams feeling colder still.
Each shiver was a reminder of her harsh rejection.
How could a parent abandon their child, especially one striving for a better future?
Was my entire life a misguided 'fantasy' in her eyes, a burden she could simply cast aside?
The injustice burned, leaving me utterly adrift and alone.
Then, through the flickering lights of the gym, I saw him again – Jake Peterson, the golden boy, unexpectedly volunteering.
His laughter died when his gaze landed on me, a travel-worn vagrant in his world.
Instantly, his kindness, the same compassion that had once offered me half a sandwich and pulled me back from hunger, resurfaced.
"Sarah? What are you doing here?" he whispered, and then, without hesitation, extended his hand: "You're not staying here. Come on. My place." You might like
Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon Samorodnitsky After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken." She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen
Lila Wren Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham.
Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding.
Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed.
Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer.
When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?" Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
Mia Caldwell In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end.
Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced.
This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak.
Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely.
Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings? 
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