Hansiain Finley-moise
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The Scheming Husband's Downfall
Billionaires The phone rang, shattering the quiet.
It was the police.
My parents. Gone. Just like that.
My world collapsed, leaving me drowning in debt and sorrow.
Then, Ethan Miller, my fiancé, stepped in, a savior from a powerful family.
He handled everything, defying his grandfather, who despised me as the "daughter of a bankrupt failure."
We married, and for five years, he was the perfect husband, encouraging my dreams of rebuilding.
I poured my soul into ninety-nine startups, each failing catastrophically.
Investors pulled out, competitors mimicked my ideas, my data leaked.
Ethan always picked up the pieces, assuring me, "The tech world is brutal. We'll try again."
On the anniversary of our first date, I decided to surprise him at his office with red roses.
But the door was ajar, and I heard him talking to his best friend, Chad.
"Every one of Olivia's 'failures' has been a building block for Sarah's success," Ethan said, his voice light with amusement.
Sarah Chen. His childhood sweetheart. The rising tech star I'd always admired.
"So you gave her Olivia's data? Again?" Chad asked.
"Of course. Sarah needed it. Olivia is… a great incubator for ideas," Ethan replied.
The roses slipped from my hand, scattering on the cold marble floor.
My ninety-nine failures weren't bad luck. They were deliberate sabotage, orchestrated by my own husband.
He didn't save me; he married me to steal my ideas, my soul, for another woman.
The heartbreak was immense, but underneath it, a cold, hard fury stirred.
He thought I was weak, a failure he could control.
He was wrong.
I turned and ran, not from fear, but ignited by a single, burning decision.
I was done with this life. I would not just leave.
I would burn their world to the ground. Left To Burn: My Husband's Betrayal
Modern For ten years, I loved Holden Jackson, even marrying him knowing I was just a stand-in for his true love, Isabelle. I played the part of the perfect, predictable wife, hoping one day he' d finally see me. That hope died the night our mansion caught fire.
He burst into our smoke-filled bedroom, looked right at me, then scooped up our dog and ran, leaving me to burn.
It was a chilling echo of the day I miscarried our child, screaming for him while he comforted Isabelle next door. He never came for me then, and he didn't come for me now.
In that inferno, watching him save the dog over his own wife, I didn't feel pain or anger. I felt nothing. The naive girl who loved him was finally dead, incinerated along with my last shred of hope.
So when I woke up in the hospital to a text confirming my divorce was final, I didn't cry. I booked a one-way ticket to Geneva.
This time, I was choosing to save myself.
Here we go. Broken by the Alpha: The Luna's Path to Freedom
Werewolf My husband brought a woman home and introduced her as a "Breeder."
He swore it was strictly for the pack's survival, claiming my body was too weak to carry an Alpha heir.
I believed him. I swallowed my pride and accepted the humiliation because we were Fated Mates.
But at the Spring Banquet, the lie crumbled.
Bennett didn't just parade her around; in front of the entire pack, he sank his teeth into her neck, publicly marking her and severing our soul bond.
The metaphysical backlash hit me like a physical blow.
In the ensuing chaos, a massive champagne tower collapsed, slicing my skin to ribbons.
While I stood there bleeding, Bennett didn't even glance at me.
He tackled her to the ground to protect her from a harmless splash of water, roaring about his "precious heir."
"Get her out of my sight," he snarled at me, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "She is no longer my mate."
He thought I would break.
He thought I would stay in the corner, a dutiful, barren Luna waiting for him to finish playing house.
He was wrong.
I walked into his office, shredded the documents that gave him access to my family's fortune, and booked a one-way ticket to Paris.
When he finally realizes that the "Breeder" is nothing but a fraud and tries to use the Alpha Command to drag me back, he's going to find nothing but an empty room.
The Luna he rejected is dead.
And the woman who replaced her is never coming back. A Lover's Treachery Unveiled
Romance For eighteen years, the Sterling mansion was my world, given to me by Mr. Sterling, who treated me like his own. Olivia, his daughter, was the secret burning at its core-my childhood sweetheart, my hidden passion. On my 21st birthday, she made me believe she felt the same, pulling me into a clandestine affair that consumed me.
I craved a real future with her, so I knelt, ring in hand, asking her to be my wife. Her warmth vanished instantly, replaced by a cutting dismissal that shattered my heart and my hopes. "Liam, don't be ridiculous," she sneered, leaving me on the floor.
Days later, a horrifying discovery confirmed my worst fears: Olivia wasn't my lover, but a calculated betrayer. She' d been feeding my architectural designs and analyses to Ethan Cole, my rival, to guarantee his win in the Sterling Architectural Grant competition. Her message echoed in my mind, "Liam is talented, but he's naive. This will guarantee your win. He'll never suspect a thing."
How could the woman I loved betray me so completely, using my deepest vulnerability against me? Was our intimacy just a performance, every touch a lie designed to exploit my talent? The thought was a poisoned blade twisting in my gut.
Consumed by a pain that transcended heartbreak, I made a choice: I would vanish, severing every tie to my past and the Sterling family. But before I could truly escape, Olivia delivered one final, devastating blow, publicly branding me an obsessive stalker. In that moment of utter destruction, a cold resolve settled in: I wouldn't just leave; I would erase myself from their lives and rebuild in a place where I was truly free. Her Kiss, My Ruin
Romance The annual Apex Innovations retreat was a testament to my success, a celebration of crushing goals, with my beautiful wife, Sarah, by my side – the ultimate power couple.
But the celebratory mood shattered when a childish game of 'Truth or Dare' brought my deepest insecurity to the surface, revealing Sarah' s unsettling focus on Alex, her "brother-like" childhood friend.
My blood ran cold as Sarah, with a brilliant smile meant for him, publicly offered to kiss Alex, dismissing my quiet plea to sit down with chilling disdain.
She then slapped me in front of my employees, defended him, and sealed her betrayal with a long, deliberate kiss that crumbled ten years of marriage into ash.
How could she humiliate me so utterly, so casually, for a man I suspected she' d been seeing for years-a suspicion she' d always gaslit me into believing was just my unreasonable jealousy?
The final, gut-wrenching blow came not in that moment, but hours later: discovering pharmacy receipts for birth control pills, covering the five years I believed I was infertile, forcing her to endure my "failure," all while she knowingly carried Alex' s baby.
In that instant, my world shattered, and I knew-I wouldn't just walk away; I would dismantle everything we built, and she would stand alone in the wreckage. Lily's Last Breath, A Marriage's End
Modern The phone was slick with sweat as I screamed my address to the 911 operator, my three-year-old daughter, Lily, gasping for air on the living room carpet, her face a terrifying shade of blue.
"She has a heart condition," I choked out. "She needs an ambulance. Now."
From the bedroom, I heard my wife, Sarah, on the phone, her voice a low, intimate murmur, oblivious to Lily' s agony. She was talking to another man, David, expressing concern for his sick son, Leo.
Rage scorching my veins, I confronted her. "Lily can' t breathe! Get off the damn phone!" She flinched, looking at me with annoyance. "I' m talking to David. His son is sick. It' s important."
"Our daughter is dying!" I yelled, but she just rolled her eyes dismissively. "You' re overreacting, Ethan. She probably just has a cold. You always panic."
My world fractured. When the ambulance finally arrived, it was too late. Dr. Evans, his eyes weary, delivered the crushing news: "We lost her." Lily was gone.
Hours later, I called Sarah, trembling, trying to tell her. "Lily… she' s gone." But her words sliced me like knives. "What are you talking about? Gone where? I' m at the hospital with David; Leo' s getting his kidney transplant tomorrow."
Disbelief, then a chilling horror, washed over me as she dismissed Lily' s death as another one of my "dramas," hanging up to celebrate Leo' s transplant. When her parents, John and Mary, arrived, they scrolled through Sarah' s social media: a smiling photo of her and David, celebrating Leo' s perfect match-posted after I called her.
"A perfect match, right now?" John' s voice was low, dangerous. A horrible suspicion began to dawn: was this more than just indifference? Could it be something far more sinister? Oath of Blood, Price of Lies
Fantasy My tribe was facing ruin, pushed to the brink by a relentless logging corporation.
Desperate, I turned to the only person powerful enough to help: Caleb Thorne, the man I once loved.
He welcomed me, listened to my pleas, and for a fleeting month, he gave me hope.
But it was all a cruel illusion.
One night, he cornered me, his eyes blazing with fury, and accused my people of murdering his sister years ago.
He knew our secrets, our sacred blood.
My oath, meant to protect my tribe, sealed my lips, even though I knew the truth-we had saved his sister.
So, he made me his slave.
He drained my blood monthly, used my bone marrow, and made me serve his cruel "wives."
I was a ghost, dying slowly, my very essence being consumed for a crime I didn't commit.
He watched me endure unspeakable pain, never once believing my innocence.
How could the man I loved, the boy who once saw wonder in me, become such a monster?
Would his thirst for vengeance truly consume me before the truth ever saw the light of day? A Father's Vengeance: For Rosie's Voice
Fantasy Elias Thorne, a Harmony Keeper, sacrificed seven years to shield his wife Izzy from a deadly family curse, binding him to a loveless New Orleans marriage.
His profound baritone, meant for healing, now merely scored Izzy' s decadent affairs, a bitter backdrop to her ungrateful life.
His only solace was their six-year-old daughter, Rosie, whose pure voice brought him quiet joy.
But Julian Vance, Izzy' s obsessive jazz musician lover, craved an "ultimate essence" for his saxophone.
With a dark sorceress's aid, they targeted Rosie's angelic voice.
Unthinkable cruelty followed: they cut into Rosie for the "core" of her singing.
Rosie died days later from infection, a child sacrificed for Julian's "art."
That evening, Izzy callously celebrated Julian' s minor award, dismissing Rosie' s death as a "small sacrifice."
The horror deepened when Elias discovered they had stolen Rosie' s body for a grotesque ritual, binding her spirit to Julian's instrument.
When he intervened, Izzy ordered his guards to strip him and force him barefoot across razor-sharp oyster shells.
As the shells tore into his feet, Elias felt his seven-year sacrifice shatter.
The protective shield he' d maintained around Izzy, guarding her from the family curse, violently disintegrated.
This monstrous, unbelievable betrayal-his wife celebrating while their daughter' s body was desecrated-left him reeling.
How could the woman he saved be utterly devoid of humanity?
In that raw moment, the chilling truth dawned: the curse he confined was finally unleashed.
Just as Izzy' s guards closed in, help arrived from his Appalachian family.
Armed with his sacred fiddle and renewed power, Elias now unleashes a righteous fury, not just for Rosie, but to bring true harmony to a world consumed by discord.
The consequences for Julian, Mireille, and Izzy will be absolute. The Daughter Who Wasn't Mine
Romance For five years, I was Ethan Miller, devoted husband to a brilliant artist, managing our charming boutique hotel, and contentedly preparing our joint tax returns. Our life in Santa Fe felt perfectly crafted, a testament to our enduring love.
But tax season uncovered a chilling truth. My marriage was a lie. The county clerk confirmed no record of our union, only an active certificate for Ava and Julian Vance—the "struggling artist" she claimed to be helping. Even worse, the five-year-old daughter Ava insisted I adopt was their biological child.
My entire life was a performance, with me as Ava’s unsuspecting, wealthy prop. She used me for status and cash, while her legal husband and child watched. The façade crumbled when they brazenly attempted to murder me via my severe shellfish allergy, a public betrayal that solidified their contempt.
The woman I sacrificed everything for, my supposed wife, had deceived me for half a decade, even actively plotting my death. How could love morph into such a meticulously calculated betrayal? The rage and despair were a fire in my gut.
They thought they’d written me out of the script. They were wrong. With the unwavering support of Chloe Davis, my sharp, powerhouse ex-fiancée, I decided it was time for my grand finale. Ava planned a gala to parade her "perfect family." I planned her very public, spectacularly brutal downfall. My Brother, My Captor
Modern My parents died in Hurricane Antoine, and my brother Liam lost the use of his legs saving me. Or so I believed. For years, I slaved under the Louisiana sun, ignoring my own pain, funneling every cent into his supposed care.
Then, strange, glowing texts flickered into my vision, revealing a horrifying truth: “She has no idea the 'medical bills' are just his entry fees for the swamp boat races.” My world shattered when I confronted Liam, not a cripple, but agile and triumphant, kissing Chloe Dubois – the woman who called herself his "friend."
His cruel laughter echoed as he revealed his "disability" was a lie, blaming me for our parents’ deaths with chilling precision. They saw my years of sacrifice as a joke, a twisted game. When I tried to escape, he sabotaged me, leaving me homeless and attacking the kind professor who offered me aid.
How could the brother who once protected me harbor such profound hatred? Was my entire life a cruel charade, meticulously scripted by Chloe to cast me as "cannon fodder" in their twisted love story? The suffocating weight of this predetermined fate pushed me to the brink.
Yet, a profound choice loomed. Liam, facing death, finally deciphered Chloe’s insidious manipulations, revealing the true narrative of our lives. In a desperate, final act, he accepted his fate, sacrificing himself to shatter her cruel script and erase my agonizing memories. His sacrifice gifted me peace and a new beginning, leaving only a lingering, blurred sense of a love that defied all odds. The Wife Who Forgot
Romance Michael Johnson was a man once deeply in love, his world illuminated by his brilliant wife, Sarah, and their cherished young son, Leo.
Then came the car accident: Sarah survived physically, but a brutal head injury stole her memories, erasing me completely from her mind.
In the vacuum of her confusion, a smirking opportunist, Ethan Cole, slithered in, whispering insidious lies and painting himself as her true, destined love.
Overnight, I became a phantom in my own home, a "leech" and an "obstacle" in her eyes, while she wholeheartedly believed every fabricated story Ethan spun.
The world I knew crumbled as I endured her chilling indifference, public humiliations, and Ethan's constant psychological torment.
The ultimate blow came when she casually suggested I should have died in the crash, then, shockingly, tried to force me into a life-threatening organ donation for Ethan’s brother, treating my body as a transactional asset.
My heart, once full of fierce love, was utterly shattered, replaced by a suffocating despair.
How could the woman who swore eternal devotion, who had once been my everything, become this cold, cruel stranger, utterly dismissive of me and our own child?
The injustice burned, leaving me broken, betrayed, and terrifyingly alone.
With no hope left, and consumed by the primal need to protect my son Leo, I made a final, desperate choice.
I contacted Mr. Smith, the man who orchestrates "fresh start initiatives," not "death stagings."
I would stage my own disappearance, become Mark Reynolds, and vanish into a new life, leaving Michael Johnson and the ruins of my past behind forever. The Wife He Designed
Romance My life with Ethan Cole, the charismatic tech CEO, was perfect.
I was his beloved wife, carrying our first child, convinced I was the center of his universe.
But when my father fell ill, Ethan disappeared from my life, only to reappear in a crushing photo: his arm intimately around my successful cousin, Olivia Hayes.
My world shattered.
The betrayal ran deeper than I could have imagined.
I discovered I was merely a meticulously chosen stand-in, a grotesque copy of Olivia, the woman he truly loved.
He even desired our child to have *her* features, a living link to his obsession.
Every tender gesture, every shared dream, was a calculated lie, meaning my marriage, my love, and my pregnancy were all built on his monstrous deceit.
A cold rage blossomed within me; how could I have been so blind?
He believed he owned me, that I would never leave, especially with a baby on the way, confident I was a compliant fool.
He was terribly wrong.
I would not be his vessel, his substitute.
When he least expected it, while he was still flaunting his obsession, I quietly underwent an abortion.
Then, using his arrogance against him, I meticulously orchestrated my escape, securing my divorce and vanishing without a trace.
He thought he was playing me; I showed him exactly who was being played, leaving him a devastating truth about his own making. Bar Encounter: The Ex-Husband Regret
Modern Here is the translation into English:
"I am Oliver Xingyi’s wife, in a marriage of convenience. I heard that he has started dating another girlfriend again. I saw her once, and she looks 90% like his short-lived first love.
This time, I’m tired, so I filed for divorce. With the divorce, I can get half of his wealth, and thinking about it no longer makes me sad.
That day, Oliver Xingyi was at the bar, looking carefree with his new girlfriend. He caught sight of me sitting on another man's lap, drinking.
He went completely mad and smashed the bar. With rage in his eyes, he questioned me, 'Who is he?'
'He is my boyfriend.'
'Ji Anran, then who am I?'
'You are my husband.'
Zhou Yanli, standing next to me, laughed and corrected me, 'A husband in the divorce cooling-off period, considered an ex-husband!'" You might like
I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye
Cait I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant.
But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over.
"Sign it,"
He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise.
I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth.
"It's just cramps,"
I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could.
Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus.
Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down.
He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach. Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
A Divorce He Regrets
Alissa Nexus The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever? THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME
Mijaly After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for.
James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world.
Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? "
But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day.
James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation. The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
PageProfit Studio In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes
Annypen Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle
C.D I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me.
Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years.
The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought.
I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction.
With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun. 
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