Guo Er
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His Unwanted Wife, Her Vengeful Heart
Modern To save my father and our family's gallery, I was forced to marry the ruthless Caleb Wiley. He treated me like a commodity, his heart belonging only to another woman, Eva.
When my father needed a life-saving surgery, Caleb made me a cruel offer. To get the money, I had to drink a fatal allergen during a high-stakes poker game.
I drank it and nearly died. I woke up in the hospital to learn the money was never sent. My father was dead.
Caleb had abandoned me to chase after Eva, later trading me to a lecherous judge like a piece of property. My life, my father's life-it was all worth less than his obsession.
But then I found the proof. His mother had orchestrated everything-my family's ruin, my father's murder. My grief turned to ice.
From the shadows, I began to broadcast every one of the Wiley family's crimes to the world. The Twenty-Billion-Dollar Sacrifice
Short stories I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance and cut ties with my family, all for my boyfriend of five years, Liam.
But just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant with our child, he dropped a bombshell.
He needed me to take the fall for his childhood sweetheart, Sophia. She'd been in a hit-and-run, and her acting career couldn't handle the scandal right before his company's IPO.
When I refused and told him about our baby, his face went cold. He told me to terminate the pregnancy immediately.
He didn't know the scars on my own back were from that same fire. He didn't know I was the one who pulled him out, not her.
He had his assistant schedule the appointment and sent me to the clinic alone. There, the nurse told me the procedure carried a high risk of permanent infertility.
He knew. And he still sent me.
I walked out of that clinic, choosing to keep my child. At that exact moment, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a glowing article announcing that Liam and Sophia were expecting their first child, complete with a photo of his hand resting protectively on her stomach.
My world shattered. Wiping away a tear, I found the number I hadn't called in five years.
"Dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I was wrong. I'm ready to come home." Rejecting My Cruel Billionaire Alpha Mate
Werewolf For eight years, I was the secret mate of Xavier, the most powerful Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.
Because of my low-ranking Omega blood, he refused to mark me or make me his Luna.
One freezing winter night, my disabled father traveled miles to bring me rare herbs.
But Xavier forced him to stand in the biting wind for eight hours.
The reason? He claimed my father's sour scent would disturb his Beta secretary, Sylvia.
When I demanded an explanation, Xavier just swirled his whiskey and threw a limitless credit card at my father's face.
He shielded Sylvia behind his broad shoulders, roaring that my family's filthy stench was polluting his pristine territory.
He thought I was just throwing a childish tantrum to get his attention.
He completely forgot that when I miscarried our unborn pup in a pool of blood, he was out attending a dinner party with that very same Beta.
For eight years, I endured his volatile temper, waiting in a cold bed while he paraded his secretary around the city.
I looked at the man I had loved with all my soul, and felt nothing but cold ash.
Why should I remain his invisible, disposable shadow while my own flesh and blood was treated like a stray dog?
That night, I packed my bags, took my father, and left his estate forever.
As my dormant White Wolf bloodline finally awakened, I picked up my phone and pressed send.
"I, Serena, reject you, Xavier, as my mate." Divorcing The Billionaire: My Spectacular Comeback
Romance I thought my cold marriage to billionaire Ernst Winters was finally thawing after a night of unexpected intimacy.
But the next morning, he threw a check in my face, accusing me of drugging his water just to get pregnant.
Desperate to prove my innocence, I confronted my adoptive mother, who had been in our room that night.
Instead of defending me, she fell to her knees in front of Ernst, crying fake tears.
"She did this once before, you know, just to get you to marry her. We can't let Haley stand in the way of your happiness with Keely any longer."
Ernst looked at me like I was a monster.
I was chased out into the rain, hit by his car, and left to rot in a hospital bed while they threw a lavish welcome party for my cousin Keely's return.
Stripped of my marriage and family, I tried to start over by applying to a prestigious design firm.
But the interviewer publicly humiliated me, throwing my portfolio on the floor and calling me a cheap plagiarist.
When I looked up the genius new designer I supposedly copied, my blood ran cold.
It was Keely.
She hadn't just orchestrated the end of my marriage; she had stolen my graduation portfolio and claimed my entire life's work as her own.
The grief vanished, replaced by a cold, hard fury.
My original, hand-drawn sketches were still locked in a storage box in my adoptive mother's attic.
It was time to go back and burn their perfect little world to the ground. His Unwanted Wife Demands A Divorce
Modern For three years, Coralie was Alec Montgomery's flawless executive assistant and his secret contract wife.
But everything shattered when his untouchable first love, Dianna, returned to the US.
Dianna intentionally poured scalding coffee on her own hand and framed Coralie. In response, Alec's mother slapped Coralie across the face and had her locked in a freezing, dusty room to reflect on her "vicious behavior."
When Alec finally found Coralie battered and bleeding, he was incredibly gentle. But the very second Dianna called crying about a fake break-in, he dropped Coralie's wounded hands and rushed out into the night.
The ultimate reality check came days later at a construction site.
A massive section of steel scaffolding suddenly snapped and collapsed right above them.
In that split second between life and death, Alec lunged forward and tackled Dianna to the ground, shielding her completely with his own body.
Coralie was left behind. A heavy steel rod violently crushed her shoulder, blinding her left eye with her own warm blood.
Waking up in the ER with severe head trauma, Coralie looked through the cracked hospital door.
"Are you hurt? Are you okay?" Alec asked frantically, comforting a sobbing Dianna who only had a tiny scrape.
He never even checked if Coralie was alive. Three years of enduring his coldness and his family's abuse meant absolutely nothing compared to his first love's fake tears.
Her heart didn't ache anymore; it was just completely hollow.
She calmly picked up her phone and texted her lawyer to push the divorce proceedings forward. The marriage was over, and she was leaving for good. The Unwanted Pact With My Enemy
Romance To keep her art scholarship, Vesper had to complete a life-size woodcarving for her final project.
But her randomly assigned model was Slade Forrester, the arrogant basketball captain who had shattered her grandfather's priceless antique carving tools freshman year without a single apology.
When Vesper blackmailed him with a ten-thousand-dollar property damage claim to force him into the studio, Slade mercilessly turned the tables.
"I'll be your model, but you're going to do something for me in return."
He demanded she carve a custom piece to help him woo a girl who hated his guts, and forced Vesper to act as his personal spy.
The target turned out to be Vesper's own roommate.
To make matters worse, Slade caught onto Vesper's terrifyingly deep, secret crush on his polite roommate, Julian.
He ruthlessly weaponized her anxiety, mocking her stuttering panic and trapping her in a twisted mutual-blackmail deal that left her completely suffocated.
Exhausted, humiliated, and desperate to escape this nightmare, Vesper logged onto the university portal at 2 AM to register for a quiet online elective where she wouldn't have to see anyone.
But the system lagged, locking her out of every normal class and leaving only one open seat in a brutal varsity physical conditioning course.
With her required credits and scholarship on the line, she had absolutely no choice but to hit register.
Then the syllabus loaded on her screen.
The Teaching Assistant for the class was Slade Forrester. Unwanted By The Alpha: The Secret Royal Princess
Werewolf I woke up in agony after saving my husband from an explosion, only to find him standing over my hospital bed with a death sentence.
Alpha Julius didn't care that I was bleeding internally. He only cared that his new "Fated Mate," Kenzie, needed a bone marrow transplant.
And I was the match.
When I refused, Julius didn't hesitate. He used the Alpha Command to paralyze my body, forcing me to lie still while doctors drilled into my hip.
He threatened to throw our five-year-old daughter, Ava, to the feral Rogues if I didn't sign over my assets and accept his rejection.
"If you die, the pack will find a use for the girl," he said coldly.
He took my marrow, stole my life's work, and left me for dead in a supply closet, convinced I was just a weak human with no leverage.
He thought he had won. He thought he had stripped me of everything.
But Julius made one fatal mistake. He didn't know who I really was.
As he walked away to celebrate with his mistress, I smashed through the mental barriers I had kept up for a decade.
I reached out across the void to the one man who could burn this pack to ash.
"Father," I screamed silently into the mind-link. "He's killing me."
The Alpha King’s voice thundered back in my skull.
Julius thought he had crushed a human. He had no idea he just woke up the White Wolf. Too Late: The Innocent Traitor I Destroyed
Mafia I walked out of the federal penitentiary with a terminal cancer diagnosis and exactly six months to live.
Desperate for money to pay for a sky burial, I returned to the Vitiello family, the people who now wanted me dead.
Dante, the man I had loved since childhood, looked at me with pure hatred.
He thought I was the monster who killed his mother.
He didn't know I had confessed to a crime I didn't commit to hide the ugly truth—that she had taken her own life.
To punish me, Dante became cruel.
He forced me to work as a servant, making me stand guard outside his bedroom door while he was intimate with his fiancée, Sofia.
When the estate caught fire, I didn't hesitate. I ran into the inferno.
I dragged Dante to safety, my back burning as debris fell on me, scarring me forever.
But when he woke up, I hid in the shadows and let Sofia take the credit. I couldn't let him feel indebted to a "murderer."
I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong.
On the eve of his wedding, Sofia had an accident and needed a blood transfusion. I was the only match.
Dante didn't know my body was already shutting down. He didn't know my blood was poisoned with cancer markers.
"Take it all," he roared at the doctors, ignoring my frail, trembling body. "Just save my wife."
I died on that table, drained dry to save the woman who stole my life.
It wasn't until the monitor flatlined that his right-hand man finally threw a file onto Dante's lap.
"She didn't kill your mother, Dante. And she didn't just leave town. You just executed the only person who ever truly loved you." Broken Pianist, Unbreakable Spirit Returns
Modern I was Haylee Velasquez, a real estate heiress and Juilliard pianist, engaged to tech genius Joshua Cunningham. My life was a fairytale written in gold.
Days before our wedding, I was kidnapped. The ransom was fifty million dollars. My fiancé refused to pay.
Instead, he and my best friend, Giselle, used that exact amount to close a business deal, leaving me to be tortured for fifteen days. I lost our unborn child and the use of my hands forever.
When I finally escaped and ran to him, bleeding and terrified, he accused me of being dramatic.
"What in God's name are you doing?" he hissed. "Are you trying to ruin everything?"
He had me committed to a mental institution for three years, stealing my inheritance and my sanity.
Now, I'm out. A viral article celebrating their success just popped up on my phone, with a cruel comment from Giselle meant only for me.
They think I'm still the broken girl they locked away.
They're about to find out how wrong they are. The Wife He Cast Aside
Romance The two pink lines on the pregnancy test glowed back at me, a beacon of hope after two years of trying. My first thought was David, my husband, away at a tech conference. This was everything we wanted for our future.
But when I video-called him, eager to share the joyous news, it wasn't his face that filled the screen. I heard his voice, cold and dismissive, telling someone, "I' ll tell her I want a divorce tomorrow." Then came the husky, triumphant voice of Emily White, his head of marketing: "You promise, David? You' ll leave her for me?"
My phone slipped from my trembling hand as he promised Emily, "Tomorrow, it' ll be over. Then it' s just you and me. And our baby." The words "Divorce" and "Our baby" echoed in the silent bathroom, each a cruel twist of the knife. I stood there, stunned, the positive pregnancy test in my hand a mockery of my shattered reality.
Returning home, I found David and Emily in our bed, in our perfect suburban home. Not only was he unapologetic, but he also physically shoved me, then stood there, naked and defiant, declaring our marriage over. When I, shaking, revealed my pregnancy, he snatched the test, snarled, "It doesn' t matter. I don' t want it. I don' t want you," and snapped the test in two, throwing the broken pieces at my feet.
How could the man who promised me the world, the man I poured my life into, become this cruel stranger? How could he deny his own child, especially after knowing my struggles to conceive?
The betrayal was compounded when I discovered, through a chilling message, that he had been with Emily, celebrating their "first big deal," on the day of my father' s funeral. The man I loved had desecrated my deepest grief. Now, a cold, hard resolve clicked into place. He would pay for every lie, every betrayal, every tear. Love's Ashes, A Bitter Return
Sci-fi The world was broken, but Ava and Chloe had carved out a sanctuary, a humming city built on their code and trust.
Then Jake and Noah arrived, charming visionaries promising to restore everything, and swept them into a future where love and sacrifice felt like the ultimate currency.
Ava gave her heart, her expertise, and even her unborn child to Jake' s grand project, believing in a quiet life for them both after the chaos.
But the day she nearly died saving Jake, and Chloe was brutally violated on Noah' s mission, Ava began to sense a discordant note in their heroic narrative.
"We can restore everything," Jake had said, "Not just this city. The whole system."
The truth, whispered in a dark hallway, ripped Ava's reality to shreds.
"It's all for Olivia."
Her love, her lost child, Chloe' s suffering-all meticulously planned sacrifices for Olivia Reed, a socialite they were installing on a new throne.
The betrayal was an icy hand around her heart.
The rage that replaced her grief was too raw, too dangerous to show.
She had been a loyal soldier, Chloe a lab rat, and their every pain a strategic chess move.
Now, with her children gone and Chloe dying in her arms, sacrificed again, one last time, to protect her, Ava heard the final, chilling whisper from Chloe's lips: "Go... home... Ava."
There was no home left for Ava in this fake world.
Not unless she burned it all down.
And the monster who orchestrated it all was about to see just how alone he really was. Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit
Fantasy It was our ten-year anniversary, a celebration of the life Chloe and I had built, a life where her gallery thrived on the back of my secret, unique artistic ability.
But then, I saw the name "Mark" flash across her phone, a ghost from her past that she claimed was long gone, and a cold dread settled in my stomach.
Minutes later, Mark-pale, sickly, and utterly unwelcome-was being paraded into our party by Chloe, who then, to my horror, demanded I use my life-draining power to create a spectacular light show for his band's performance.
I watched, hidden backstage, as my essence poured out, illuminating the man she adored, while she waved away my pleas to stop, her eyes fixed on him, a tenderness for him that she hadn't shown me in years.
Left crumpled on the floor, my power spent, Chloe abandoned me for him, and I knew with a chilling certainty that the decade we' d shared was a lie, and there was nothing left but to walk away.
But even fleeing her apartment, stripped of everything, wasn't enough to escape her cruel control.
Mark, her "soulmate," staged elaborate deceptions, framing me for poisoning him, turning Chloe' s coldness into outright malice, and leading her to expose my deepest secret and imprison me for torturous "studies."
Beaten, stripped, and emotionally ravaged, my only hope lay in a small, symbolic hearthstone from my true home back north, a stone Chloe had once dismissed as junk.
When I crept back to reclaim it, only to be trapped and mercilessly tormented with ice-cold and scalding water, then forced to watch as she deliberately burned my painting and cast the stone, my last link to sanity, out the window, I understood: she owned me, and she was determined to break me completely.
On her wedding day, Chloe still insisted I illuminate her triumph, only to find my hidden cell empty, and as she spiraled into a furious hunt for me, the truth about Mark' s cruel manipulations finally unraveled before her.
Two years later, I found my new life, a new love, and a quiet strength she could never touch, and when she finally tracked me down, hoping for forgiveness, my calm, indifferent gaze was her final, crushing punishment: I was free, and she was utterly, unforgivably alone. Mother's Mind, Daughter's Fury
Modern The final line of code compiled, my latest multi-billion dollar tech merger project complete. I, Chloe, had delivered.
Then my phone buzzed with an urgent neighborhood alert from back home.
"Chloe, your mother, is she okay?" Mrs. Gable asked, attaching a shaky video.
It showed my elegant mother, a renowned art restorer, rummaging through garbage bins, disheveled and thin.
This couldn't be true. I' d set up a trust, paid for everything-even a luxurious round-the-world cruise she was supposedly on.
But the next image shattered me: my mother' s custom-made emerald gown and heirloom sapphire necklace on Brenda, our housekeeper, at a "charity gala."
The sheer audacity ripped through me. They were symbols of my love, meant only for Mom.
My stepfather, Mark, dismissed the video as Mom' s "new hobby" and claimed she' d lent Brenda the treasures. His lies were thin, but when I heard Brenda and Mark plotting to permanently confuse Mom with a "new mixture" in her tea and have her committed to steal everything, my blood ran cold.
They had built a house of lies on my mother' s broken mind, and I was 10,000 miles away, powerless.
Not anymore. I cancelled everything. I was flying home. They had no idea who they were dealing with. Ohio Bound: With His Baby
Romance For three years, I was Annabel Jenkins, the glamorous "personal assistant" to New York's powerful Wall Street Prince, Ethan Lester, living a life most only dreamed of.
Then, at a Hamptons charity gala, I saw her: Sabrina Fuller, flashing a massive diamond and bragging about being "the future Mrs. Lester."
My world shattered. I unleashed years of pent-up fury, scratching Sabrina' s face and shoving Ethan into the pool, finally fleeing a life I believed was based on a cruel lie.
Back home in Ohio, branded a "psychopath" online by Sabrina' s viral victim video, my reputation was destroyed, my food blog ruined, and even my team betrayed me.
I thought I' d lost everything, but then came the ultimate blow: a positive pregnancy test. And right after that, a $10 million wire transfer from Ethan, silencing me, confirming his cruel dismissal.
So when a black Escalade pulled up to my humble family home, and Ethan Lester himself walked in, I was ready to defend my unborn child from the man who had discarded us. His Unwanted Wife's Redemption
Romance The poison tasted like bitter almonds and the bitter truth of thirty years.
I was Ash Vanderbilt, heir to a fortune, and I lay dying.
My husband, Ethan Miller, stood over me, a mask of indifference I'd known for three decades.
Thirty years shackled to a man I' d loved with fierce passion, then forced into a marriage he never wanted.
Our life together was a wasteland of resentment, his heart always belonging to Brittany Larson.
Now, he was finally free.
With my last ounce of strength, I lunged, plunging a letter opener into his chest.
His gasp was raw, his eyes wide, not with anger, but profound, heartbreaking sorrow.
"Ash, no," he choked out, pressing a vial to my lips. "It wasn't me. I was trying to help you. Antidote… someone else…"
He slumped beside me, the vial rolling away, his last words echoing as the world went dark.
Misunderstanding. A monstrous, colossal misunderstanding.
I had just killed the man who had been trying to save me all along.
Then, I awoke with a gasp, the scent of salt air filling my lungs.
My head throbbed, and the sunlight streamed through the familiar Hamptons beach house window.
It was the morning after I had cornered Ethan, leveraging every Vanderbilt debt, forcing him to propose.
Thirty years before I died.
Rebirth. It was real. I was back.
The crushing weight of that final, horrifying revelation pressed down on me.
This time, I would break the cycle of misery.
I would free him from a marriage he never wanted.
And this time, I would choose myself. Gala Night, Family Ruined
Billionaires Evie Winthrop, a Silicon Valley tech mogul, flew back to Boston after five years.
Her return was meant to be purely for untangling a family trust.
A quiet, familiar task in the city where her Winthrop lineage ran deep.
But a forced social event at the exclusive Atherton Club shattered that peace.
There, I watched my younger sister, Chloe, being publicly humiliated.
Her fiancé, Bryce, and her stepsister Liv, were auctioning off her private images.
They demanded money, turning intimate moments into a grotesque spectacle.
Chloe stood ghostly, clutching a precious family heirloom, forced to pay.
They mocked her desperate offerings, demanding she get on her knees.
My assistant's whispered intel confirmed my worst fears.
My mother, Margaret, illegally confined in a dubious "recovery center."
Chloe's funds cut off, struggling, reduced to working odd jobs.
Our family's legacy, systematically plundered by my stepfather, Arthur Sterling.
A cold fury crystallized in my chest.
How could my family, the Winthrops, be brought to this?
Why was my mother imprisoned, her wealth stolen?
My sister, a ghost of her former self, about to be forced into utter degradation.
The arrogance of these vultures, picking apart our name.
I watched, my blood boiling, as Chloe’s knees began to buckle.
Then, a voice cut through the silence. “That won’t be necessary.”
My assistant stepped in, placing a sleek black card in Chloe’s trembling hand.
An Amex Centurion. No pre-set spending limit.
I emerged from the shadows, every eye on me.
“You wanted to auction my sister’s life?” I stated, my voice like ice.
“I’m about to buy yours. And the price will be everything you have.”
This was no longer about a trust; it was about reclaiming everything.
And ensuring everyone remembered exactly who the Winthrops were. You might like
The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
Gertrude I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter.
But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back. 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?" 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. 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. Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant
Valeria On our third engagement anniversary, I bought my fiancé the watch he had wanted for months.
But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman.
The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna.
When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me.
Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation.
They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit.
Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies.
"She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood."
I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery.
I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased.
I refused to let them destroy me.
To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship.
But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead.
Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress.
"Are you my new mommy?" 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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