JENNIFER JARVIS
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JENNIFER JARVIS's Books and Stories
His Discarded Wife Is A Zillionaire Heiress
Modern I signed the divorce papers to finally end my two-year loveless marriage with billionaire Julian Sinclair.
But just hours after I found out I was pregnant with his triplets, my family's company was raided, our assets were frozen, and I was violently kidnapped off the street.
Locked in a damp, underground clinic for six months, I was forced to give birth on a cold metal bed without any painkillers.
Right after I delivered, Julian's mistress, Kaila Walker, walked in with a triumphant smile.
She ruthlessly snatched my third baby, my strongest boy, right out of the doctor's hands.
"He's my ticket to the Sinclair fortune. And you? You were just the incubator."
She locked the heavy metal door, leaving me bleeding out in the dark to die with my two remaining babies.
I didn't understand why they had to be so utterly cruel.
Why destroy my family, steal my newborn son, and leave me for dead just to secure her place with a man who had already thrown me away like garbage?
Looking at my two fragile, sleeping babies in the dim light, my tears of despair dried up, replaced by a predator's rage.
Five years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York with my twins, no longer the weak, discarded wife.
I reclaimed my family's pharmaceutical empire as the new CEO.
Watching Julian and Kaila on the financial news, I calmly turned off the screen.
It was time to get my son back and burn their perfect world to the ground. The White Wolf's Secret: His Unexpected Luna
Werewolf I am only three years old, but I have the ancient soul of a Seer and the monstrous strength of a warrior.
When my caretaker died, he gave me a blood-pact stone and told me to find my new guardian, Ryker Blackwood.
I crossed the dangerous forest alone. I even slaughtered three massive rogues with a silver dagger and healed a dying noblewoman along the way.
But when I finally tracked Ryker down in the pack market, he wasn't the strong protector I was promised.
He was a disgraced outcast, kneeling in the dirt, bound with burning wolfsbane ropes.
The pack's cruel enforcer was raising a silver whip to sever his leg for unpaid debts, while the entire crowd jeered and called him useless trash.
He was utterly broken, penniless, and couldn't even defend himself, let alone protect a child.
Silas had sworn Ryker was a good man. How could this pathetic, hated pariah be my destined guardian?
Yet, seeing them humiliate Silas's only friend ignited a cold fury in my ancient wolf.
I stepped out from the crowd, a tiny silver-haired pup facing down the pack's most feared enforcer.
"Stop. You are not worthy to punish him."
I exposed her darkest secret to the whole market, shattered Ryker's chains, and decided to save this broken man—even if my kraken-like appetite meant he'd have to hunt monsters just to afford my dinner. Replaced By A Fake: The True Luna's Revenge
Werewolf The sound of my bone snapping echoed through the bathroom like a gunshot.
Austen didn't even blink as he broke my hand for the ninety-sixth time.
His reason? I was in the shower and missed a call from Joyce, the woman he believes saved his life fifteen years ago.
But the nightmare didn't end there. When Joyce cut her own arm with glass and framed me for poisoning her, Austen didn't check the evidence.
He dragged me to the damp basement and picked up a mechanical drill coated in pure silver.
"This hand threw the vase," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm.
He drilled a hole straight through my palm.
He gave Joyce the precious healing serum for a tiny scratch, while leaving me with permanent nerve damage, claiming my pain was the only way to pay his life debt to her.
He calls this justice. He calls me the villain.
But he is a blind, arrogant fool.
He doesn't know that fifteen years ago, it was me who crawled into that burning car. It was my White Wolf blood that healed him. Joyce just stole the credit when I passed out.
Looking at the smoking hole in my hand, the last ember of love finally died.
I opened my secure server and messaged his sworn enemy, Alpha Dalton.
"I have the fortress blueprints. The price is extraction."
Tonight, his submissive wife dies, and the Architect goes rogue. You Can't Buy My Heart, Mr. Vitiello
Mafia My father sold me to the Vitiello Crime Family to settle a three-million-dollar gambling debt.
For three years, I was Dante Vitiello’s property. I warmed his bed, tended his wounds, and let him own every part of me.
I thought I was earning my freedom. I thought I mattered.
Then his "true queen," the Mafia Princess Sofia, returned to the city.
Dante pushed me off his lap the moment she walked into the room. He ordered me to leave because, in the presence of his equal, I was nothing more than "the help."
The humiliation didn't stop there.
He evicted me from the penthouse to renovate it for her.
At a gala, he outbid me for my grandmother’s heirloom bracelet—my family's last scrap of dignity—just to gift it to Sofia in front of the entire city.
But the final blow came when he came to my bed drunk one last time.
He kissed me with a desperate hunger, whispering that he was only "practicing" his technique on me so he would be perfect for her.
I realized then that I wasn't a person to him. I was a training dummy. A debt with a pulse.
He told me to wait for him while he took her to Paris. He thought I would stay in the kennel like a good pet.
He was wrong.
While he was gone, I accepted a surgical fellowship in Switzerland.
I snapped my SIM card in half, left his millions on the floor, and boarded a one-way flight.
By the time the Wolf comes home to find his cage empty, I will be gone. Love Lost, A Life Reclaimed
Modern My world shattered with a piece of paper. A DNA test revealed I wasn't a Daugherty by blood, but an impostor. My husband, Kane, divorced me, and the real heiress, Britt, took my home, my life, and my son.
Five years later, I was a waitress drowning in my foster mother's medical debt when they walked into my diner. Kane, Britt, and my son, Cleveland, who now called Britt "Mommy."
He looked at me with disgust. "Mommy said you' re not my real mom anymore," he announced. "And you're just a waitress now. Daddy says waitresses are poor."
The words were a knife to the heart. Later that night, my foster mother, Jessi, died in the hospital after Britt whispered poison in her ear, leaving me with a cryptic warning about Britt's dark secrets.
Britt then offered me a job as a live-in nanny, a chance to watch her live my life up close. It was a cruel, humiliating offer.
But I accepted.
Because in my old home, I discovered Britt wasn't just cruel-she was poisoning my son and had infected my ex-husband with a disease. This wasn't just about humiliation anymore. It was about revenge. From Wife To Rival
Romance My husband, Connor, and I built an empire from nothing. Our ten-year marriage was supposed to be a testament to our shared dreams. But then a woman named Gemma Chan entered our lives, a ghost from Connor’s past claiming a “life debt” he felt honor-bound to pay.
It all came to a head in a terrifying kidnapping, where Connor was forced to choose between me, his wife, and Gemma, the daughter of the man who’d saved his life. He chose her.
I watched him walk away with her, leaving me tied up with our captors. His promise to "come back for me" was a cruel lie. Later, in the hospital, I overheard him confessing his love for Gemma, sealing my fate. The ultimate betrayal came when I discovered I was pregnant, only to lose our baby after witnessing their intimate embrace.
The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that ripped through me. I had loved him with every fiber of my being, and he had left me to die, then tortured me with his indifference.
But I wouldn't be a victim. I burned down our home, a symbol of our shattered life, and sold my shares in our company to his fiercest rival, Elliott George. I was done. I was free. The Surviving Twin
Romance The spotlight burned on Dr. Julian Thorne, my mentor, as he claimed credit for my life's work.
I clutched a crumpled program, every clap of applause a slap, as he casually dismissed my contributions, citing my supposed "unpreparedness" for the pressure.
But his true betrayal was revealed as searing pain tore through me, and I collapsed, the world spinning into darkness.
I woke up in a luxurious clinic, Julian by my side, only to hear his chilling words: "There is no baby anymore, Anya."
He looked at me, cold and indifferent, calling our lost child a mere "complication," a "liability" clouding my judgment.
The man I once trusted, the one who called me a "once-in-a-generation talent," had become a monster who saw human life as a burden.
In the depths of despair, the shocking truth emerged: a twin, a tiny flicker of life, had survived the brutal theft of my research and my first child.
Julian's shocked face, seeing the "complication" he thought he' d eliminated, ignited a fierce, desperate resolve within me.
I had to escape, not for vengeance, but to protect the life still fighting inside me, a life he had already tried to extinguish once.
With the help of a kind doctor, I vanished, disappearing into the vast unknown, armed with a new name and a burning promise to my child: I will protect you, no matter what it takes. Beyond The Scratches: An Heiress's Revenge
Billionaires The exclusive charity gala was a suffocating display of elite hypocrisy, a world I, Gabrielle Johns, knew all too well.
My stepfather and his golden child took center stage, gushing over a scholarship student named Maria Chavez.
But Maria was no fragile victim; she was a snake, waiting for her moment to strike.
And she did, seizing the microphone to publicly accuse me of relentless bullying and making her life a hell.
Suddenly, her gaze locked on mine, and she wailed about being driven to self-harm, pulling up her sleeve to reveal faint scratches that were obviously fake.
My stepbrother, Andrew, blinded by rage and infatuation, lunged at me, his eyes spitting venom.
"You monster," he snarled, "you made her want to die!"
The crowd' s sympathy for Maria solidified into open disgust for me, painting me as the entitled villain.
Even my stepfather, Matthew, the man my mother married, stood by, playing the disappointed patriarch, complicit in the charade.
Yet, as the room swam with their judgment and their lies, I refused to move, refusing to kneel.
How could these people, who claimed to care about charity, be so easily duped by such a transparent act?
Why was the man my mother made powerful so quick to turn on me, his own stepdaughter?
This wasn' t just a malicious accusation; it was a cold, calculated strike against everything I believed my family stood for.
But they had made a fatal mistake: they hurt me.
And they had no idea who they were truly dealing with, or what I was capable of doing to protect what was mine. His Silent Vengeance: A Director's Redemption
Modern The smell of antiseptic still clung to me, a phantom reminder of the fire that consumed my old life.
Lying in a hospital bed, a mummy of bandages, I clutched onto the last hope: an experimental skin graft, my only chance to survive.
I was a special effects artist, the guy behind the scenes, but I'd clawed my way to this lifeline.
Then, Jocelyn Chavez, my protégée, the girl I' d trained and paid for, walked in. My "little sister." Her eyes were red, but not for me.
"Andrew," she stammered, "you have to give it to Matthew. He needs his looks. He's a leading man, Andrew. You're… behind the scenes. He needs this more."
I stared, aghast. I was dying, but Matthew's career was her priority. She didn' t see me; she saw a stepping stone for the charming star she was infatuated with. Despite my pleas, she left. Hours later, the nurse told me my spot had been "reallocated" at Jocelyn's request, for "greater public value."
I died that night, alone, betrayed by the girl I' d given everything to. My last thought was of her face, twisted with devotion for him, not sorrow for me. The betrayal burned hotter than any fire.
Then, I jolted awake.
The acrid smell of a smoke machine, not real smoke, filled the air. I was back on set, a year before the fire. A stunt had just gone wrong. And there was Matthew, playing the hero, pointing to a girl with a real injury, Jocelyn, expecting me to handle the "trouble."
This time, things would be different. I am Not Your Villainess
Romance Years ago, I, Ava, the adopted daughter, stumbled upon an old screenplay that labeled me the villainess. It foretold my role: a sacrifice for my 'perfect' sister, Chloe. Desperate to rewrite my fate, I poured kindness into the lives around me, subtly guiding studio executive Ethan Crawford to success and saving Marcus Vance from a life on the streets. My hope was to earn loyalty, to shield myself from the script' s cruel prophecy.
But on the set of Ethan' s latest film, that hope shattered. A controlled explosion went wrong. While Chloe emerged with a mere scratch, a piece of debris slammed into my side. Agony stole my breath. No one noticed. My adoptive mother accused me of distracting Chloe, and Ethan, seeing only Chloe' s 'trauma,' dismissed my cries for help as 'drama.' He ordered Marcus to take me to an isolated, decaying guesthouse, to keep me out of the press. Marcus, the man I saved, left me there alone, choosing to 'check on Chloe at the hospital' instead.
I bled out, helpless and forgotten, the script' s narrative unfolding flawlessly. Every act of kindness, every sacrifice I made, was twisted against me, cementing Chloe' s manipulative victimhood. How could those I helped so devotedly believe such cruel lies? Was my destiny truly sealed by a cursed story?
My death, however, was just the beginning. My spirit lingered, an unseen witness. I watched Marcus, desperate to conceal what he'd done, chillingly preserve my body in ice. But the truth, cold and silent, would soon shatter the carefully constructed illusions of everyone involved, dragging the Ashworth family, and the Hollywood elite, into a scandal far more devastating than any screenplay could predict. From Park Ranger To Phoenix
Modern I lived a quiet, simple life as a park ranger, nestled comfortably in my cabin, and for months, my greatest joy was Alex, the charming amnesiac man I'd rescued.
He' d carved me a tiny wooden bluebird, the symbol of our shared happiness, and we' d built a future together, filled with whispered promises of forever.
My world shattered the moment a black sedan pulled up: Alex' s mother, Eleanor Ashford, stepped out like a creature from a glossy magazine, coldly revealing that "Alex" was merely Ethan Ashford, a wealthy scion already engaged to a socialite.
She dismissed me, then offered a check, demanding I simply disappear.
Ethan completely discarded me with a cold, formal dismissal, acting as if our love never existed.
I was dragged into his world, subjected to public humiliation at lavish parties, mocked for my humble attire.
When his fiancée and I both plunged into the stormy ocean, he chose to save her, leaving me to battle the waves alone, then incredibly, forced me to donate bone marrow to her after she collapsed.
His mother later ordered me beaten, ensuring my silent compliance for his upcoming wedding.
How could the man who had cradled me, vowing protection and a shared future, transform into this ruthless stranger who betrayed every loving word?
Was the "Alex" I knew just a phantom, or was this monster the true Ethan Ashford?
The sheer injustice, the pain, the betrayal burned hotter than any physical wound.
But they misjudged me; I wouldn't break.
Clutching their payoff, I boarded a bus heading deep into the Colorado Rockies, determined to carve out a new life far from their opulent cruelty.
A terrifying blizzard and a crashed military helicopter unexpectedly threw me into the path of a powerful stranger, setting me on a new, unimaginable course. Too Late, Mark Olsen
Romance I sacrificed a dream career in Silicon Valley and moved halfway across the country, all to build a life with Mark, the man I loved.
But then, an Instagram post shattered my world: Mark, arm around a blonde I didn’t know, captioned “Celebrating my new role with the amazing Chloe Vanderbilt!”
When I confronted him, he unveiled a callous betrayal, coldly stating Chloe was his girlfriend and I was merely a past chapter, no longer “in his league.”
My attempt to warn Chloe about his true nature backfired spectacularly, as she dismissed me as a "crazy, jealous ex" and, together with Mark, orchestrated a public humiliation at a downtown bar.
The ultimate horror struck moments later when two thugs ambushed me, physically assaulted me, and stole everything, growling a chilling warning to "stay away from Austin."
Bruised, traumatized, and stripped bare of my dignity and possessions, I was forced to flee the city that had crumbled my life to dust.
How could the man I loved, and his new partner, conspire to destroy me so completely, leaving me feeling utterly abandoned and broken with no one to turn to?
The injustice burned hotter than any physical wound, screaming for an answer no one seemed willing to provide.
But as my plane lifted off, leaving Austin behind, the despair solidified into steel: I vowed to remake myself, stronger and smarter, and one day, they would realize the true cost of their cruel game. You might like
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. 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?" 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. Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Ming Yue Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire.
I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock.
I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim.
"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months.
Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout.
But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back. The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire
Felix Turner Isabel returned to her penthouse after a grueling seventeen-hour flight, only to be greeted by the cloying scent of another woman's perfume.
Her husband of three years, Darius, sat waiting with divorce papers. He wanted to marry his mistress, Dove, and offered Isabel a measly one million dollars, treating her like a greedy charity case from the Rust Belt who should just take the payout and vanish.
But Isabel didn't want his pity. She demanded the four percent equity stake in his family's company that she rightfully owned—a stake worth 1.5 billion dollars. When she revealed this, the wealthy family turned vicious. They refused to acknowledge that she had secretly saved their empire from bankruptcy years ago. Instead, Darius and Dove orchestrated a brutal public execution. They ambushed her at a top law firm, spreading malicious lies that her investment money was stolen from a Ponzi scheme. They even hired a fake victim to scream at her in the lobby, successfully terrifying Isabel's lawyer into dropping her case on the spot.
She had quietly rescued their entire legacy, yet they were willing to frame her as a criminal and destroy her life just to keep her rightful billions.
As Darius and his mistress gloated over her absolute ruin, the most ruthless and feared lawyer in New York suddenly stepped in front of Isabel, his voice cutting through the dead silence.
"Your case, I'll take it." Untouchable After Goodbye: She Had A Secret Empire
Mira Westfield "Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life."
He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him.
When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents.
The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory.
When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!" 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!" 
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