HONEY MULLINS
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The Girl They Threw Away
Fantasy The noose bit my neck.
My mission, set by a mysterious 'System' to save my dying real-life self, was to win 'absolute devotion' from four men.
I'd failed.
Framed by Seraphina Bellweather, the 'heroine,' my ex-boyfriend, mentor, brother, and childhood friend had all publicly abandoned me, branding me a manipulating pariah.
Four years of hell followed, my attempts at escape through death repeatedly thwarted.
Then came the chilling truth: fail here, and my real body would die, fueling Seraphina' s power.
Imprisoned in her brutal 'wellness center,' her torturous 'treatments' slowly broke me.
My heart burned with injustice.
How could these men, once my world, so easily condemn me, blind to the manipulative monster orchestrating my downfall?
Was I doomed to perish, or could I reclaim my fate?
I refused to be her sacrifice.
When they visited, seeing me as 'unstable,' I seized my chance.
With a silent, deadly strike, I exposed Seraphina' s true nature and delivered a fatal blow.
As they grappled with their guilt and betrayal, begging me to stay, I took my final leap-claiming my freedom, and sealing their 'absolute devotion' in death. The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge
Modern Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever.
But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire.
In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares.
How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room?
"I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids."
But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors.
"Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere." From Political Wife To Power Player
Modern I was the perfect political wife, the brilliant strategist behind my husband Hamilton' s mayoral campaign. Our life was a masterpiece of ambition and domestic bliss.
Then, a single message on his laptop shattered it all: a hotel key card, a winking devil emoji, and a note about their next "policy discussion."
My first thought was our rebellious daughter, Bryanna. But the truth was far worse. The affair was with a young staffer, Kalie. And Bryanna wasn't a victim; she was an accomplice.
I overheard her telling Hamilton that Kalie "gets him" and that I was just a "drama queen." She was covering for them, idolizing the woman destroying our family.
My own daughter saw me as an obstacle, a burden. She and my husband were in on the lie together, laughing at me behind my back. They thought I was a fool.
They were wrong. They broke the wife, but they unleashed the strategist. On election eve, in front of the entire city and live television cameras, I decided I would introduce the world to the real Hamilton Fields. His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge
Modern For three years, I played the part of a simple housewife for my husband, Cedric. I buried my true self-Eleanor Curry, heiress to a massive security firm-to be the quiet wife he claimed to love.
Then a chemical plant exploded. In the chaos, Cedric shielded his teammate, Cassidy, and left me behind in a collapsing building.
"Forget her," I heard him tell his men. "She' s useless. A dead weight."
I survived, only for him to force me, while I was injured and feverish, to donate blood to Cassidy for her "severe" injuries.
But then I overheard them laughing in the next room. Her injuries were a lie. It was all a "little lesson," he said, to teach me my place.
As my own wound reopened and bled through my gown, I reached for the hidden device in my bag. "Falcon reporting."
A gravelly voice answered instantly. "Welcome home, little bird. We've been waiting." His Cruel Game, Her Perfect Escape
Romance On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline.
For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour."
But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress.
He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life.
He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth. Married To A Billionaire's Deception
Billionaires For five years, I worked three jobs to support my husband's dream. I poured my inheritance into his "debt" and believed we were building a life together.
Today, I saw him on the news. My "struggling" husband, Jordan, is a billionaire heir, and our marriage was his five-year "Bootstrap Challenge."
His real fiancée, Isabell, stood beside him. When I got home, our five-year-old son, Leo, looked at me with cold eyes.
"You failed the test, Diana," he said flatly. "Daddy says you have a scarcity mindset."
Then came the final call from Jordan. Leo wasn't mine. He was his and Isabell's child, and I was just a "socialization caregiver." My accounts were frozen. I was left with nothing.
But they forgot about my father's last gift.
An old laptop with an unchangeable blockchain ledger app, holding the immutable record of every hour I worked and every dollar I gave them. They called me an asset. Now, I'm coming to collect. My Wife's Secret Baby Wasn't Mine
Romance I was New Orleans' Golden Boy. My architectural firm thrived, and I was married to the charming Izzy. We were expecting our first child, a dream come true. My mother, Eleanor, and Izzy were my biggest cheerleaders, always at my side.
Then, on the day of my biggest career presentation, they vanished. My calls went to voicemail. Rushing home, I found an anonymous video: my mother, Eleanor, marrying Richard Thorne-the man who ruined my father. Beside them, Marcus Thorne, his son, holding my pregnant wife, Izzy. "How will you explain whose child it is? After that sham ceremony with Ethan?" Izzy's voice, sweet as poison. My baby wasn't mine. My marriage, a fraud.
My dream crumbled. My name was dragged through the mud. While my firm collapsed, Izzy sobbed on TV, portraying me as unhinged. My bank accounts were frozen. Alone, broken, my father's cherished watch shattered by Marcus, every moment felt like a twisting knife. Even the media turned on me, calling me "the crazy one."
How could they? My own mother. My wife. The life I' d built, a meticulously crafted lie. I was cornered, stripped of everything, facing public humiliation. The betrayal was absolute, the pain, agonizing. Was this truly the end?
Just as darkness threatened, a lifeline emerged. A mysterious text from Ava Chen, a reclusive tech billionaire. Then, she appeared, like a force of nature, stepping into the clinic where I lay beaten and accused. "Mr. Ethan Moreau," she declared, silencing the room, "is the esteemed future partner of Ms. Ava Chen. We will be escorting him." My fight wasn't over. It had just begun. You might like
Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
The Vampire Kings And Their Little Mate
Liz Barnet Being stimulated by three overly attractive vampires was the last thing I had ever imagined.
"Oh Jasmine, this is a sight to behold," Archer murmured,landing kisses all along my inner thighs.
Lucien broke the kiss, I could see the lust in his eyes.
Micheal took the turn to kiss me once I caught my breath and Lucien's fingers moved to spread my labia only for me to feel the unexpected lick of Archer's tongue on my clit.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"Feel it..." Lucien growled into my ear, biting my earlobe, "Feel it how we pleasure you, little mate."
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My whole life I have known my identity as a human but everything changed once I took the job in the Kings' palace as their maid and their attention fell on me.
Black Vale Dynasty was ruled by three powerful Vampire kings. Respected, Obeyed and feared they were the most dangerous predators on the earth. But when my life unknowingly gets entangled with theirs, soon the unimaginable happened—On the night of the full moon, I turned out to be their mate and this puts my whole existence under question.
They did not want to leave me but a human couldn't be the destined mate of a vampire, let alone three.
However, fate pulled the strangest game on me, linking my life to the eliminated Vaidel-Dynasty which was once ruled by the strongest vampire of all time before the rogue attack…that destroyed everything.
From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth
Bella Youngman A sharp pain shot through my head, pulling me from a deep darkness. I opened my eyes to my luxury penthouse, but I shouldn't have been there. I remembered dying.
The memory was cold and sharp: my protégé, Dustin, sold me out, and my husband, Graves, watched our company crumble, leading to my fatal heart attack.
Then, Graves appeared, his charming, empty smile unchanged. But he wasn't alone. A young woman, Alex Salazar, stood behind him, clutching her cheap handbag. Graves introduced her as an intern, saying she had nowhere to stay and would be living with us. My eyes fell to her neck, where a dark hickey was partially hidden.
The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day Graves brought Alex home in my previous life, the beginning of my long, painful nightmare. Last time, I had screamed and thrown things, starting my humiliation.
A strange calm washed over me. I had been given a second chance, not to win him back, but to escape.
"Of course," I said, my voice even, "The poor thing. We should take care of her." Graves looked surprised, then relieved. He thought he had won. "In fact," I continued, pulling out divorce papers, "I'll make sure she's comfortable. You just have one small thing to do for me." I wanted the Malibu property. "Give me that, and I'll walk away quietly. You can have your new life. You can take care of this... orphan." From Ashes: A Second Chance
Zi Ya I had loved my fiancé, Dominic Watts, since we were children. Our marriage was supposed to be the perfect seal on a merger between our two family empires.
In my last life, he stood outside my burning art studio with my stepsister, Julia, and watched me die.
I screamed for him, the smoke choking me, my skin searing from the heat. "Dominic, please! Help me!"
Julia clung to his arm, her face a picture of false terror. "It's too dangerous! You'll get hurt! We have to go!"
And he listened. He looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with a pity that cut deeper than any flame, and then he turned and ran, leaving me to burn.
Until I died, I didn't understand. The boy who promised to always protect me had just watched me burn to death. My unconditional love was the price I paid so he could be with my sister.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom. In one hour, I was due at the family board meeting. This time, I walked straight to the head of the table and said, "I am breaking the engagement." Reborn From Betrayal's Ashes
Gavin The champagne tasted like ash. My daughter, Lily, beamed beside my beaming husband, David, celebrating her university graduation-a picture-perfect moment I' d relived before.
In my previous life, it was on this very day that she had shattered me, screaming, "You're not my real parents!" after draining my retirement, all to fund the biological family who' d thrown her away.
That betrayal, that sickening realization of my life's savings gone, had led to my death in a car crash, a distraction of overwhelming grief.
I didn' t understand how the sweet girl we had doted on for twenty-two years could be so cruel, so utterly devoid of gratitude, bleeding us dry for people who saw her as nothing but a walking ATM.
But then, I woke up, back in my own bed, on the morning of this exact party. This time, there would be no selfless mother, no victim. This time, I was a survivor, and I was ready for war. Wife's Escape: A Tragic Love
Dong Lier My husband, Victor, always told me I was pathetic.
For four years, I endured his cruelty, his public humiliations, watching him systematically dismantle my life piece by piece, all to punish me for my father' s supposed sins against his family.
He forced me to marry him, then destroyed my company, Nexus, the last shred of my identity.
The final blow came when he made me sign the dissolution papers, then kicked my company' s award across the floor, calling it junk-a toy.
My heart shattered as Celeste, his glamorous business rival and lover, sauntered in, mocking my pain, "Don't be so dramatic, Ava. It was just a startup. They fail all the time."
Victor's cold gaze, fixed on Celeste, twisted the knife deeper.
He had promised my mother' s experimental treatments and my father' s freedom from prison were dependent on my compliance.
I was nothing but a broken wife, a decorative accessory at galas, my efforts sabotaged by smeared articles.
Every escape attempt ended in recapture, a new punishment.
I was trapped in a suffocating web of his influence, with nothing left to fight for.
But then, Celeste, with a cruel smirk, snatched my last remaining prototype-the culmination of my team's dreams for helping others-and threw it against the wall, shattering it.
And just when I thought the pain couldn't get worse, Victor walked in, saw the wreckage, and stomped on the last glittering dust of my creation himself.
"What the hell did you do?" he roared at me, not even glancing at the broken tech.
He dragged me up by my hair, his face a terrifying mask.
"It' s over," I managed, my voice eerily calm, tears streaming down my face.
"I want a divorce, Victor. Let me go."
"It's over when I say it's over," he snarled.
"You don't get to decide anything."
My body went limp.
I was done fighting.
Then, a strange calm washed over me.
If I couldn't escape in this life, I would find freedom in another.
There was only one way to truly be "done."
I would go to the roof. Reborn: His Betrayal, My Fortune
Celine Egan A faint, shimmering gold mark pulsed on my inner wrist, a birthright that let me see glimpses of the future. It was also the reason I died.
In my last life, my stepsister, Bethany Vance, with her gaudy gold bracelet, completely fooled our father, faking prophetic abilities that mimicked my own.
He adored her, while I was nothing more than a bargaining chip, handed off to Ethan Blackwood' s estranged brother, Liam.
I sacrificed everything for Liam, only for him to sneer, "A trick. All of it. Just to get power," moments before his fingers closed around my throat on our wedding night.
Then, darkness.
Now, I was back, in the same opulent ballroom, on the very day my father would announce the engagements. I watched Bethany preen as my father declared her engagement to Ethan, the Blackwood heir.
Then came my turn. "And I am also pleased to announce the engagement of my other daughter, Ava, to Mr. Liam Blackwood."
The applause was noticeably weaker. The familiar sting of being second-best, but this time, it was fuel.
The grand doors burst open. Liam Blackwood stormed in, ignoring everyone but my father and Bethany. "I reject this arrangement. I' m not marrying Ava. I am here for Bethany."
He offered a blank equity deed for her hand, dismissing me as he left. "You and I are finished. Bethany is the one with the true gift. She is the future of both our families. Not her."
In my past life, I would have shattered. This time, a cold, simmering rage ignited.
"Liam," I said, my voice low and steady. "You think you know what you want. But you are a fool."
He hissed, "Bethany' s abilities are proven. What do you have? Nothing."
I met his gaze, a cold smile touching my lips. "I have the truth."
I turned my back on him. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I would destroy him. And I would take everything he ever wanted for myself. 
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