Julie Mosco
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The Blind Wife's Five Million Dollar Revenge
Modern For three years, Brynn lived in a cramped, moldy apartment as a blind woman, relying entirely on her struggling gig-worker husband, Armond.
But after a car accident miraculously restored her sight, she woke up in the hospital to a terrifying reality.
The man holding her hand wasn't wearing his faded thrifted jacket. He wore a custom-tailored suit and a million-dollar diamond watch.
Her loving, impoverished husband was actually the billionaire CEO of Shelton Enterprise.
He had faked their marriage, kidnapped her, and locked her in a slum like a captive pet. Worse, he was getting ready to marry a wealthy heiress—the very woman who had hit Brynn with her sports car.
When his fiancée found out about the secret apartment, she broke in and tried to force poison down Brynn's throat.
"Drink it now, you blind rat!"
And Armond? He simply put Brynn under strict house arrest, planning to use her hidden gemstone sculpting talents to secure his corporate empire after his wedding.
Brynn couldn't understand how the man who gently fed her and guided her every step could be so deeply twisted. For three years, he watched her stumble in the dark, playing the devoted husband while keeping her completely isolated and powerless.
But he didn't know her eyes were healed.
Keeping her gaze blank and unfocused, Brynn quietly blackmailed him for five million dollars. On the night of his grand engagement gala, she unleashed a neighbor's vicious pitbull on his bodyguards and walked right out of her cage. Flash Marriage To The NHL Billionaire Boss
Romance To celebrate dumping my cheating fiancé, I got blackout drunk and had a wild one-night stand with a male escort.
The next morning, I opened his wallet to leave a tip, only to freeze at the name on the ID—Connor Barrett, the ruthless billionaire hockey legend and my best friend's terrifying uncle.
Panicking, I left a "great service" note with my last few bills and fled. My controlling father immediately froze my bank accounts to force me back to my cheating ex. Desperate, I took a $10,000 salary advance from my PR job and couriered it to Connor as hush money. But hours later, my company announced a tyrannical new president had taken over.
It was him.
He cornered me in his penthouse office, tossing my torn advance form and the envelope of cash onto his mahogany desk.
"You think ten thousand dollars is enough to buy a night with Connor Barrett?"
He threatened to leak my escort note to the tabloids and ruin me completely unless I signed a marriage license with him to satisfy a league morality clause. I was completely trapped, penniless, and cornered by a man who controlled everything in this city.
I tried to resign and run, but he legally bound me to the company by forcing the salary advance into my account. Sitting in the staff cafeteria later, his hand slid up my bare thigh under the table right in front of his oblivious niece. I realized there was no escaping this billionaire's cage. The Forsaken Luna's Return With the Alpha's Hidden Twins
Werewolf I was the disgraced, wolfless bride of the Western Wild Kingdom.
On our mating night, my husband, the Alpha King, accused me of offending the Moon Goddess and bringing a curse into his house.
With his chosen consort smirking beside him, he stripped me of my Luna title and forced a bowl of boiling wolfsbane down my throat to make me completely barren.
Then, he locked me in a decaying, freezing tower to rot.
For five years, I survived on moldy bread and rainwater, secretly raising the twin daughters he didn't know existed.
When masked assassins broke into our prison to slaughter my children, his loyal Beta took a silver, venom-laced blade to shield them.
Yet, as the Beta lay dying on the floor, my husband pinned me against the stone wall, his bloody sword at my throat.
"You planned this slaughter to escape with your bastards!"
He refused to let me treat the wound, ordering his guards to lock me back in the ruins.
He declared that if his commander died, he would bury me and my children alive in his tomb.
I looked at the heavy iron chains sealing the door, my heart turning to pure iron.
He didn't know the poison had awakened the sacred healing springs within my soul, giving me the ultimate power to purge any venom.
I pulled out my hidden bone lockpicks and slipped into the shadows.
Tonight, I would break out, save the man who protected my daughters, and finally speak the words of Rejection to sever our bond forever. You might like
His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius
Qing Cheng I flew back to New York on my twenty-fifth birthday, carrying vintage gold cufflinks I spent weeks finding for my billionaire husband, Declan.
But when I walked into our townhouse, I found him throwing a massive victory party with Sloane, a glamorous socialite, standing by his side as the proud hostess.
"Don't cause a scene. Go upstairs."
Declan coldly dismissed me in front of his guests.
Even Poppy, the rookie player whose shattered ankle I had painstakingly rebuilt, rolled her eyes and ignored me to suck up to Sloane.
Hiding in the shadows, I heard the maids gossiping that everyone thought Sloane was the future Mrs. Hartford.
To make matters worse, I discovered Sloane had stolen my anonymous, groundbreaking medical algorithm and was planning to present it as her own.
First my husband, then the girl I mentored like family, and now the scientific foundation I had built with my own hands.
Declan even texted me to cancel our birthday breakfast without a single apology, treating me like an annoying afterthought.
My tears vanished, replaced by a freezing clarity.
I signed the divorce papers, leaving them on his desk with zero demands for his money.
Then I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Boston, and prepared to destroy them on the global stage. 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 Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress
Lucy Cartwright For eighteen years, I was the Tucker family's adopted punching bag, while their biological daughter, Jessica, was treated like royalty.
The moment I graduated college, they kicked me out. Brenda Tucker sneered, calling me a jinx who was bankrupting their company.
But I knew the truth. They were erasing me to ensure I wouldn't ruin Jessica's chances of seducing Beckett Sinclair, a billionaire hockey heir, at an upcoming high-society banquet.
She threw a fifty-thousand-dollar check at my feet like I was a beggar, ordering me to never claim I knew them.
My adoptive father, who had ruined his own company with terrible investments, actually grabbed my arm and demanded I beg the Sinclairs for a bailout on my way out.
When I refused, they cursed me, screaming that I was destined to rot in some backwater town forever.
I walked into the cold New York night with my two scuffed suitcases, feeling completely hollow. I thought I was just a discarded orphan, thrown away by the only family I had ever known.
But then, an older man pulled up to the corner. He handed me a faded photograph of a woman who looked exactly like me.
"Miss Chloe, I am here to take you home."
That was how I found out I wasn't an abandoned orphan. I was maliciously switched at birth, and my real parents-the billionaire owners of the New York Monarchs-had been searching for me for twenty-two years. Awakening My Vicious Underground Biker Husband
Kinship For twenty years, I was kept in a gilded cage as the Daugherty family's most valuable political bargaining chip.
But on the day of my arranged marriage, my corrupt father gave my fiancé to my cruel younger sister, Brinley. Instead, I was shipped off to the badlands to marry Erik "Grim" Marshall, the brutal President of an outlaw biker club, who was reportedly paralyzed and dying from a shattered spine.
Brinley flaunted her designer wedding gown in my face, boasting about how she stole my life and ordered bulldozers to destroy my late mother's rose garden.
"Get in the car and crawl off to that biker compound to die."
My father coldly threw me to the wolves to save his own skin. When I arrived at the heavily guarded biker compound, the gang members treated me like disposable trash. They tried to extort my dowry and locked me in a dark, rotting quarantine basement to wait for my new husband to die.
They all thought I was just a weak, discarded princess, meant to spend my miserable life cleaning bedpans for a crippled warlord before being torn apart by his violent gang.
What they didn't know was that I was a lethal combat surgeon and toxicologist.
Before I left, I planted a specialized neurotoxin in Brinley's dress that would turn her wedding night into a humiliating, public bloodbath. And as I looked down at the "dying" biker king on the steel table, I pulled out my scalpel. I wasn't here to rot in the dirt; I was going to cure this monster and use him to carve out an empire of my own. Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle
Gu Mumu "I'm badly injured. Get over here right now!"
Fresh off a grueling twelve-hour open-heart surgery, I received a frantic call from my boyfriend, Derik. Without even changing my scrubs, I rushed through Boston's freezing autumn rain to the bar.
But the moment I pushed open the VIP room door, my blood ran completely cold.
Derik was sitting perfectly unharmed on the sofa, with a scantily clad, third-rate model straddling his lap.
Seeing me soaked to the bone and looking like a mess, the model didn't get off him. Instead, she leaned into his chest with fake innocence: "Sorry to bother you, sis. I just twisted my ankle, but Derik was so worried he insisted a top doctor like you come take a look."
The cold rain dripped from my hair. Swallowing the sharp pain in my chest, my voice trembled: "I'm a cardiothoracic surgeon. I can't treat an ankle."
"If you can't even look at a twisted ankle, what use are you?" Derik interrupted impatiently, looking at me like I was a cheap object. "Don't forget, my family funded your medical degree. You're nothing but a free maid we took in out of charity! As long as you behave, I might still let you keep the title of my girlfriend."
In that instant, my four years of walking on eggshells and compromising felt like a massive joke.
Instead of crying and begging like he expected, I looked at him coldly. "You're right, I can't treat it. So I'm officially giving up the position of your girlfriend to her."
Leaving Derik staring in shock, I turned around, walked out of the room, and rushed straight into a restroom stall.
Just as I was about to let out a sob, the door was violently kicked open. A towering, blood-soaked man forced his way in, pinning me hard against the wall. The overwhelming scent of fresh blood and dangerous masculinity instantly enveloped me. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to live."
Hearing the assassins' footsteps approaching outside, my doctor's instinct kicked in. I yanked his belt loose, grabbed his collar, and kissed him fiercely.
I thought I had just saved a stranger, until a few days later when Derik's grandmother suffered a severe heart attack. Her life was hanging by a thread, and the surgery required the signature of the family's ultimate patriarch.
Outside the ER, Derik arrogantly showed up with his arms around that model. "She's already carrying my child! Once my grandmother wakes up, I'm kicking you out of this hospital!" he yelled at me.
Suddenly, the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop below freezing. Flanked by two rows of bodyguards, a terrifyingly powerful man strode out.
Derik, who was acting so high and mighty a second ago, instantly turned pale. He shrank like a frightened mouse, trembling as he bowed his head: "U-Uncle..."
My mind completely short-circuited, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs.
The dangerously lethal man I had fiercely kissed and stripped to bandage in that dirty restroom late that night... was actually Derik's most feared and revered billionaire uncle?! The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant
Valeria On our third engagement anniversary, I bought my fiancé the watch he had wanted for months.
But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman.
The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna.
When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me.
Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation.
They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit.
Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies.
"She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood."
I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery.
I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased.
I refused to let them destroy me.
To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship.
But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead.
Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress.
"Are you my new mommy?" 
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