Jing Yue
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Jing Yue's Books and Stories
The Shadow Wife's Secret Billionaire Baby
Modern For five years, I was the shadow behind billionaire Julian Sterling—his top executive assistant by day and his secret wife by night. I lived by a strict contract, staying invisible to protect his public image while raising his son, Leo, as my own.
On New Year’s Eve, the silence of our penthouse was shattered. I watched on live television as Julian dropped to one knee at a high-society gala, proposing to Hollywood star Victoria Chase with a pink diamond that cost more than my life.
When he came home, he didn't offer an apology; he offered an insult. He revealed that Victoria was actually Leo’s biological mother and I was merely a "temporary caretaker" whose time was up. My world spiraled as Victoria staged a fall to frame me for assault, and Julian’s family treated me like a common criminal.
"You are a biological necessity, Serena. Do not make this emotional," he told me, his voice devoid of any warmth we had shared in private.
The betrayal cut deeper than I thought possible. Every sacrifice I made for our family was a lie, a five-year waiting period for his "real" life to begin. He handed me divorce papers with a staggering settlement, but it came with a chilling condition: I had to waive all rights for any future children. He wanted to ensure I couldn't claim a "golden ticket" if I turned up pregnant.
He didn't know I was already clutching a positive pregnancy test in my pocket.
As I reached for the pen to sign the papers and disappear with Leo, a violent pain exploded in my stomach. I felt the warmth of blood soaking through my clothes, and the room began to spin.
I looked at Julian’s cold, expectant face and realized I was no longer just a wife or an assistant. I was a liability he intended to erase. But as I collapsed into the darkness, I made one final vow: he would never lay a finger on my unborn child. His Secret Life, My Shattered Dreams
Modern Hazel Ware. That was my name. Not Hazel Harrell. It was the only thing I hadn't changed for Emmett, and now, watching him on stage, his hand brushing Keeley Osborn's as the applause thundered, I felt like a stranger to my own life.
For five years, I was the perfect wife to my successful architect husband, Emmett. I happily put my own ambitions aside for his, believing our life was a shared dream.
Then, one night, I discovered the truth. He was living a secret life, caught in a five-year emotional affair with his old flame, the filmmaker Keeley Osborn, a woman he depended on more than me.
He abandoned me on our anniversary to celebrate her success and left my bed at 3 AM to soothe her 'creative block.' When I found out I was pregnant, I was utterly alone.
During a desperate confrontation, I told him about the baby. His first instinct was to defend her. The shock sent me to the hospital, where I miscarried our child.
The ultimate betrayal was learning he was in the same hospital that day, comforting Keeley while I was losing our baby down the hall.
Lying in that cold hospital bed, I looked at the man I no longer recognized.
"It's over, Emmett," I said. "I want a divorce." Six Years of Poisoned Love
Modern My husband, Alexander, gave me "fertility supplements" every morning for six years. I drank every drop, desperate for the child he promised we'd have. But my body remained stubbornly empty.
Then, on my 40th birthday, I discovered the truth. The supplements were contraceptives. And his mistress was pregnant with the son he'd always wanted.
She sent me a video of Alexander kissing her pregnant belly.
"He's always loved me," the text read. "You were just the placeholder. Enjoy your barren life."
The man I trusted had systematically poisoned me, stealing my dream of motherhood while building his real family with another woman.
He had gaslighted me for years, making me believe I was the one who was broken, all while living a double life that began on our wedding day.
That night, at the lavish birthday party he threw for me, he planned a "romantic surprise" on a giant screen for all our friends and family. He had no idea I had a surprise of my own. Ballerina's Vow: His Empire Will Burn
Modern My husband, Alexander, systematically destroyed my career as a prima ballerina. For years, I was the star of the New York City Ballet, but he ensured every major award went to his mistresses. The final insult was watching him hand my Starlight Award to his latest plaything, Cassie.
Then I discovered a truth far more monstrous. He had helped Cassie' s brother escape justice after brutally assaulting my fragile sister, Grace.
For two years, he used Grace' s expensive medical care as leverage, holding her hostage to ensure my obedience while he paraded his affairs in my face.
At a public gala, Cassie tormented my sister with the truth of her assault until Grace, broken and terrified, jumped from the rooftop to her death.
In a desperate attempt to save her, I leaped after her into the abyss.
I had endured everything for Grace. His cruelty, the public humiliation, the death of my career. Now she was gone, murdered by his twisted games.
But I survived the fall. And as I lay in that hospital bed, I made a new vow. I wouldn't just get a divorce. I would gather the evidence, expose his crimes, and burn his entire empire to the ground. Eight Years, A Single Word
Romance The sharp, twisting pain woke me from a dead sleep. Ethan wasn't home, and his phone was answered by Chloe, my husband' s childhood friend.
She dismissed my agony, urging me not to be "so dramatic" before hanging up, leaving me alone to dial 911 through blinding pain.
At the hospital, the doctor's words blurred: "Ectopic pregnancy. Ruptured. Internal bleeding. Immediate operation." The nurse couldn't reach Ethan, so I signed the consent form myself, a single tear tracing a path down my cheek. I was truly alone.
I woke in a sterile room; the baby was gone. Ethan's voicemail mocked me, calling me "dramatic" and "jealous," accusing me of making "everything about myself." My despair was a vast, silent ocean, and I was drowning.
Yet, a cold realization clicked: I was merely a bystander in my own marriage, overshadowed by Chloe and Mrs. Davis. The cold clinical words of my medical report, "Ruptured Ectopic Pregnancy. Emergency Salpingectomy," became my shield. I sent the picture to Ethan.
His text, "Is this some kind of joke?" followed by "I'll compensate you for whatever you feel you' ve lost," twisted the knife. Compensate me? As if our baby was a business deal gone wrong. How could he be so blind, so cruel?
I typed a single word: "Okay." Then, I turned off my phone, packing up eight years of my life, leaving only a ghost of what we once were. No Pity, No Regret
Romance I spent four years sacrificing everything for my fiancé, Mark, supporting him through college, only for him to return with Sarah, his childhood sweetheart, and announce their wedding.
The day he came back, this new woman pushed her way into our home and into my bedroom, forcing me to give up my space. I asked Mark about our engagement, but he just ignored me.
Then, he accused me of stealing from the factory I' d poured my life into, the one my parents built, and had me thrown in jail. My uncle, a frail old man, sold everything he owned, even his only two cows, to bail me out.
I couldn' t understand why he would betray me so completely and utterly. Why would he humiliate me and destroy my future for a woman who was a near-stranger? What was I missing?
With nothing left to lose, I left town, vowing never to look back. I had my bus ticket to New York, and a burning desire to start over. The Billionaire's Secret, Their Fury, Our Fight
Billionaires The sterile hospital room smelled of disinfectant and my mother' s fading life, her hand a fragile anchor in mine.
Then, a bombshell dropped: Mr. Sterling, the tech mogul plastered on magazine covers, was my biological father.
My mother's dying breaths were a desperate plea to him: "Promise me you'll take care of her." He promised, just as the machine flatlined, leaving me an orphan.
Thrown into his opulent world, I faced his glacial children, Olivia and Liam, who saw me as an unwelcome stain on their perfect lives, a "charity case," a "problem."
Their disdain was a constant torment, especially when Tiffany and her clique at the elite boarding school used my illegitimate status to bully me relentlessly.
No one helped. I was utterly alone, humiliated, my mother's death still raw, the world an unbearable weight.
But when a fight in the hallway escalated, and I was blamed and abandoned, something inside me snapped.
I was a castaway, drowning in their world, until Olivia and Liam returned, their cold indifference replaced by a terrifying, protective rage.
They shattered Tiffany's bullying reign with brutal efficiency, and for the first time, I felt a strange, fierce belonging.
In the aftermath, they revealed their own gilded cages, their dreams crushed by the same man who was now my father.
Their pain became my purpose, their silent suffering a call to arms.
They offered me a weapon, a chance to fight back for all of us: "Be our weapon, Chloe. Let us teach you."
And in that moment, I knew I would learn their world, master their rules, and turn their father's own game against him. No More Tears, Only Retribution
Sci-fi The eviction notice, a cruel red rectangle, mocked me from my door.
Just months ago, I was Chloe, the artist poised to revolutionize the world with Aura, my groundbreaking AI.
Now, the world was closing in, air squeezed from my lungs.
Then, at the sprawling Innovatech conference, the stage set for our triumph, my fiancé Mark unveiled Aura, which I poured my soul into, as his own.
"I call her... Genesis," he boomed, "created solely by me."
My best friend, Sarah, whose hand I held moments before, gazed at him with adoration, not outrage.
The fallout was swift and brutal.
Mark, the instant tech celebrity, branded me a disgruntled ex.
Sarah, leveraging her gallery connections, systematically blacklisted me, painting me as unstable, a fraud.
Calls unanswered, doors slammed shut-my life, my legacy, evaporated.
I was a ghost in a rundown apartment, bearing an eviction notice, with nothing left.
How could they? How could the two people I trusted most, the two people who were my family, betray me so completely, so publicly?
The world had become a twisted, unrecognizable place where truth was irrelevant, and loyalty meant nothing.
But in the ashes of utter despair, sifting through the remains of my life, my fingers brushed against my estranged father' s dusty hard drive-a digital arsenal of hacking tools and encrypted journals.
The artist in me was dead, but something else, a chilling new resolve, began to stir.
I would change my destiny, not by going back, but by going forward with skills they never saw coming. Silence On The Main Stage
Romance My name is Ethan Lester. I' m a humble community college music teacher, engaged to Nicole Anderson, a brilliant Silicon Valley CEO.
She worships an anonymous DJ, "Aethel," whose music, she says, saved her from deep depression.
She doesn't know "Aethel" is me.
After our engagement party, I saw a text on her phone, not meant for my eyes.
It was from her assistant, Brian: "He' s boring. He' ll never understand you like I do. Like Aethel does."
Her reply shattered my world: "I know, my Aethel. I' ll handle him. The festival is all that matters."
I followed her to a penthouse where she funded Brian' s music studio and promised him a headline festival spot – my comeback.
I registered for the Electric Odyssey festival under my real name, determined to expose the fraud.
But backstage, just before my performance, two men grabbed me.
Then, they broke my hands.
Pain erupted as my bones snapped. My career, my identity, gone in an instant.
As my vision blurred, Nicole emerged from the shadows.
"Electric Odyssey is for ' Aethel' !" she snarled, her voice cruel. "I' ll destroy anyone who threatens his comeback, including you."
She watched me bleed, letting me lie broken on the cold concrete.
I woke up in my own bed, gasping, my hands miraculously whole.
I grabbed my phone: The date was ten days before the festival.
I was back, with the terrifying memory of my murder fresh in my mind, courtesy of my fiancée.
This time, I wouldn' t be the one getting destroyed. The Heiress Who Broke My World
Modern My family and I sacrificed everything, our entire lives and savings, for my fiancée Isabelle, who lay in a coma for a year after a seemingly minor car accident.
We moved mountains, sold our home, and poured every penny into her recovery, believing in a love that demanded ultimate devotion.
But the day she "woke up"-healthy, laughing, and throwing cash at my feet after her luxury SUV clipped my leg-she revealed it was all a cruel "loyalty test."
Her "test" had already cost me everything: my mother, who skipped vital heart medication to save for Isabelle and died; my father, overworked to death at an unsafe Vance Corporation construction site; and my little sister, trafficked and murdered for trying to earn money for Isabelle' s fictional medical bills.
While I stood numb, having just identified my sister's body hours before, she, surrounded by her aristocratic circle, merely laughed, celebrating her "recovery" and my "loyalty" as her casual cruelty sliced through what little I had left.
The half-million dollars she and her manipulative ex-husband then offered me as "compensation" felt like blood money for my lost family.
I took my mother, father, and sister with me-their ashes in a small suitcase-left everything else behind, and walked away from her gilded cage forever, seeking a quiet peace far from the monsters who devoured my world. You might like
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon Samorodnitsky After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken." Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
Mia Caldwell In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end.
Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced.
This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak.
Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely.
Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings? Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Theodora Birnir The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life.
To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers.
When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance.
Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?"
Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling." 
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