Lian Lian
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The CEO's Asset: Sold To My Enemy
Modern I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family’s struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive.
Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly.
I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel.
The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price.
I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family’s legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours.
"I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat.
I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn’s penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash—as long as he lets me be the one to bite. Shattered Bond: The Genius Omega's Revenge
Werewolf I was the lead architect for the Pack's billion-dollar tech company, and I was secretly carrying the Alpha's heir.
I thought the merger would finally make Caleb Mark me.
Instead, I walked into my office to find a mistress sitting in my chair.
Caleb didn't just fire me. When I refused to hand over the encryption keys to the system I built, he locked me in a reinforced closet lined with silver mesh.
For a pregnant wolf, silver is poison.
I pounded on the door until my knuckles bled.
"Caleb! Please! It burns! I'm losing the baby!"
I screamed until my voice broke, feeling the life drain from my womb.
But outside the door, his mistress laughed. "Don't listen to her, Caleb. She's just a weak Omega faking it for attention."
And my Fated Mate believed her.
He left me in that dark box while our son died in a pool of my own blood.
He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die a silent death so he could parade his fake heir around.
He forgot one thing: I wrote the code that runs his entire life.
Three days later, I didn't show up to the hospital morgue.
I rolled my wheelchair onto the stage of his global press conference, flanked by the rival Alpha he feared most.
I held up the remote to the main server.
"You killed my son for a lie, Caleb," I smiled into the microphone as the screens behind him broadcast the footage of his crime. "Now, say goodbye to your empire." Husband's Lies, Mistress's Son
Modern My world crumbled when I saw my husband, Arthur, across the street with his mistress, Karin, and a son who was his spitting image. For years, he' d told me he wasn' t ready for a family. It was all a lie.
But the true horror began at my own awards ceremony.
Karin' s son, coached to hate me, rushed the stage and attacked me. The assault caused me to miscarry the baby Arthur swore he never wanted. As I lay bleeding on the stage, my husband didn't help.
He shoved me aside, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You monster!" he roared, scooping up his son and leaving me shattered in front of everyone.
Later, Karin cornered me, her voice a triumphant whisper. "I made sure you'd lose the baby." Then, she pushed me off a cliff into the churning ocean below.
But I didn't die. A fisherman pulled me from the water, broken but alive. As the world mourned the "accidental drowning" of Elenora Dawson, I made a call to the Vienna Conservatory.
"I accept." The Alpha's Regret: Rejecting His True Luna
Werewolf I sat in the Alpha suite, convincing myself I had done the right thing.
I had just rejected Alex, my fated mate. She was a weak Omega, and my pack needed a strong Luna like Iliana.
But then, I overheard my twin children whispering in the backseat of the car.
"My tummy hurts, Kenny," my daughter whimpered. "It's the special juice Auntie Iliana gave us. It tastes like fire."
My blood ran cold. I demanded a toxicology report immediately.
The results nearly brought me to my knees: Wolfsbane.
The woman I had placed on a pedestal, the woman I broke my bond for, had been slowly poisoning my heirs to clear her path to power.
I executed Iliana’s punishment and immediately turned the convoy around, racing toward the Silver Moon territory where Alex had taken refuge.
I clutched the old silver engagement ring in my sweating palm. I was the Alpha. We were fated. I could fix this. She would forgive me once she knew the truth.
But when I arrived, I didn't find a broken woman waiting for her savior.
I found a Goddess.
Alex stood on the dais, her skin glowing with the legendary bioluminescence of the White Wolf bloodline. Standing protectively beside her was Daniel Sosa, the most ruthless Alpha in the region.
I rushed forward, falling to my knees and holding up the ring.
"Alex, please! I made a mistake! Come home!"
The crowd went silent. I waited for her to cry, to run into my arms.
Instead, she looked at me with eyes devoid of love.
"You didn't just break my heart, Gavyn," she said coldly. "You broke the sacred law."
Then, she turned to Daniel.
"Watch, Gavyn," she whispered, her voice carrying on the wind. "This is what real love looks like."
She pulled Daniel down and kissed him, and the world exploded in silver light, sealing a new bond right before my eyes. The Silvered Mate: Destroyed by Her Alpha
Werewolf Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone. The Heart I Married For
Modern For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale.
Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error.
Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter.
Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me.
Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing.
So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved. Marked for Vengeance: Back to the Cold Grave
Sci-fi "Mark, we're over." The words, simple and clean, were the hardest I' d ever spoken, yet they carried the sweet taste of freedom. After a lifetime of his smooth, confident voice, it was over. My hands trembled as I hung up, staring at my reflection in the cheap motel window-pale and thin, but with a light in my eyes I hadn' t seen in a decade.
Because this wasn' t the first time I' d lived this nightmare. In another life, just days after my brother David' s tragic death, Mark had delivered the second crushing blow: my university admission, my future, was gone. He' d proposed amidst my grief, a manipulative anchor to a broken woman. For ten years, he' d used children and false promises to keep me trapped, extinguishing my spirit until I withered and died at 32, a ghost haunting my own life.
Then, I witnessed him standing over my grave, a strange relief on his face, boasting that he' d traded my life and my brother's legacy for Emily White. Emily, who got my university slot, Emily, who built an empire on David' s invention. He never loved me; I was just a transaction.
Now, I was back, reborn in this dingy motel room, the memory of that cold grave clinging to me. Mark's frantic calls and aggressive banging shook the door. He was no longer smooth, but raw, demanding. He thought I was his grieving, pliable fiancée, to be managed.
But I crushed that old fear. I locked him out, confronting him through the chain with a truth that stunned him. My brother was dead, and I was finally thinking clearly. He' d given Emily what was mine? It was time for him to pay. This wasn' t an act of petulance; it was a promise. This time, I would save myself. From 104 Degrees to Triumph: The Wife They Tried to Kill
Romance My husband, Matthew, was on a ski trip with his mistress, and his assistant, Stella, sweetly told me the Henderson project needed sorting, fever or not.
When I tried to call in sick, Matthew scoffed, dismissing my 104-degree fever as "drama."
After eight years of being treated like dirt, humiliated and controlled by him, I calmly told him I wanted a divorce, but he only laughed, reminding me he paid for my ailing father' s expensive medical treatments.
Minutes later, a company-wide Slack poll popped up: "Is Gabrielle's divorce threat for real this time?"
Matthew voted "Fake," and my colleagues piled on with ridicule.
When I typed "It's real. I've hired a lawyer. And I quit," I knew my life was about to explode.
Still reeling, I went to the office to deliver my resignation, only to be met by Stella.
In a horrifying live company video call with Matthew, she had maintenance workers dump buckets of ice water on me, drenching my feverish body.
I collapsed, hitting my head on a glass table, and the world went black.
Waking in the ER with a concussion, Matthew stood over me, fuming about the cost and the "scene" I'd made, completely devoid of concern.
Then came the news: my father's life-saving procedure had been cancelled while I was unconscious.
It was Stella, who had used my phone to cancel it and steal the $50,000 bonus Matthew had promised me, gloating that she was Matthew' s ultimate problem-solver.
My father was gone.
Killed by their casual cruelty.
But as the raw agony tore through me, I realized something cold and clear: they had pushed me too far, and now, they would pay.
I would take nothing from Matthew but my freedom, and then I would watch their carefully constructed world burn. The Truth in the Fold: A Family's Secret
Young Adult My hands bled on the cracked asphalt, muscles burning, but I kept dribbling. This was it: my third, final shot at a basketball scholarship-my ticket out of this dead-end town and the crushing poverty that had always shadowed my life.
I' d just nailed a private tryout, the scout promising a scholarship, but my euphoria shattered the moment I unlocked the door to find my older brother, Leo, waiting in the dark with his thick leather work belt, his first strike searing across my shoulders.
My screams brought our neighbors, then my coach, Mr. Henderson, but the fear in their eyes wasn' t for me; it was for something Leo showed them on a crumpled legal document, which turned their sympathy to cold pity as they told me to give up my 'foolish dreams' and walk away.
Left bleeding and abandoned, waking in a hospital bed, Leo and Coach brazenly told Deputy Miller I was mentally unstable, hurting myself because of basketball pressure, and the same terrifying paper made the deputy' s eyes flicker with doubt-why did everyone believe these monstrous lies, what power did this paper hold?
A jolt of frantic energy propelled me, my good hand seizing the document from Leo' s jacket, and as I read the chilling words-a pact tying his freedom to my failure, revealing he was a hostage, not a villain-I knew I had to shatter my own dreams to save him. My Freedom, His Regret
Romance The cold ultrasound gel didn't dim the warmth in my heart; I was six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, a dream I’d chased for ten years with my husband, Ethan.
I drove home, convinced this daughter would finally heal our fractured marriage, my heart swelling with hope.
I found Ethan in our marital bed, tangled with an Instagram model – my world shattered.
This wasn't the first time; a flash of memory showed me screaming, throwing a vase, and then being shoved down a grand staircase in another life, losing our previous child.
But this time, a cold clarity washed over me instead of rage.
I simply turned and walked away, divorcing Ethan and his toxic world with startling speed.
My own mother dismissed his affairs as mere "needs," urging me to secure child support and prioritize their financial comfort over my pain.
Then, came the ultimate humiliation at the clinic: Ethan arriving with his new mistress, who cruelly mocked me, claiming to carry his "real heir," while his fury was aimed directly at me.
In that moment, a devastating truth became clear: to truly escape his suffocating control, to protect any future for myself, I had to make the most agonizing choice of my life.
How could I bring a child into such a poisonous legacy, a world where the man who should protect us was the ultimate aggressor?
His actions forced me to sacrifice a precious life, ripping away my choice and my daughter, just to reclaim my very freedom.
So I boarded a one-way flight to Oregon, burning every bridge to my old life, ready to rebuild from the ashes. The Night I Died, She Chose Him
Fantasy My spirit watched. That’s all I could do while my life slipped away. My eight-year-old son, Finn, begged his mother, Laura, to help me. I was gasping, mid-asthma attack.
But Laura, my wife, pulled away, eyes flicking to the door. She dismissed me as "dramatic," a lie whispered by her manipulative ex-flame, Julian Vance. He had convinced her I was faking, and she chose him, leaving me to die alone, just to meet him.
I died, but my spirit remained, a powerless anchor to our home. I watched in agonizing horror as Laura abandoned Finn, leaving him with my cooling body. When Finn, terrified and barefoot, ran for help, he found Laura laughing with Julian. She dismissed his pleas, punished him for "embarrassing" her, even wishing I would "disappear." Julian, the architect of our ruin, systematically drained our savings, gaslit Laura, and now relentlessly tortured our son. I saw him dismember my dead body, and Finn was forced to witness it all. Yet, Laura, tragically blinded by obsession, believed Julian’s every lie, ignoring Finn’s cries, his visible injuries.
How could she choose this monster over her own child, her own husband? How could her love turn into such monstrous neglect? My helpless rage was a silent scream, an agony beyond death itself.
But tethered to her madness, I couldn't rest. Until the crushing truth finally shattered her delusion, I knew my boy and I would be bound to this nightmare. Could she ever truly see the monster she embraced, and the family she destroyed? Or would we forever be prisoners of her oblivion? From Heiress to Outcast
Romance For twenty years, I lived a life of pampered luxury, the cherished heiress of the powerful Harrison family defined by our sprawling Hamptons estate, my loving adoptive parents, and my intense, often unsettlingly devoted brother Julian.
Then, a cold, thin file placed on my father’s desk shattered everything. A hospital mix-up, two decades ago. The truth hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath: the Maya Rodriguez on the report was me, and I was not a Harrison. The real heiress, Ava Sterling, was already on her way.
My world collapsed into a gilded cage when Julian, the brother who claimed to love me obsessively, refused to let me leave, physically isolating me in their opulent New York penthouse. After a shocking car accident left him with severe amnesia, I was rendered invisible to him, a "troublesome housekeeper" at the mercy of his ruthless fiancée Olivia and the cunning Ava. They unleashed a torrent of brutal torment, from physical abuse and public humiliation to being framed for theft, culminating in Julian casually condemning me to a fate worse than death.
How could the man who once fought for my affection now look through me with such blank, cold indifference? Every bruise, every psychological blow, amplified the crushing injustice of being treated as less than nothing, even as my connection to them had inadvertently saved Ava’s life. Was there truly no escape from this nightmare, no recognition of the girl he once claimed was his?
Just as despair threatened to swallow me whole, a glimmer of hope appeared in the kindness of an old friend, Noah. When they demanded my rare blood to save the very girl who tormented me, I seized my chance, offering my life force in exchange for absolute freedom. This was my final, desperate gamble: would this ultimate sacrifice allow me to finally disappear and rebuild a life far from the toxic Harrisons, or was I forever doomed to be their pawn? You might like
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?" 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. 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. 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. 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!" Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge
Xiao Hong Mao I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go.
The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside.
The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal.
I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate.
But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone.
"Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands."
The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak. First Lady Out, Your Majesty In
Asher Wolfe For three years, Allison played the perfect First Lady in a marriage that never gave her love back.
Nolan handed her divorce papers, sneering at her background while his mother mocked her as barren and his pregnant mistress claimed her place. So Allison walked away.
On the very day she left him, the royal family reclaimed her as their lost princess.
Crown, fortune, power, three terrifying brothers, and a handpicked royal consort now stood at her side.
Her eldest brother-the world's most feared arms dealer-pushed a black card across the table. "Go on. Spend whatever you like."
Her second brother-the genius doctor-twirled a scalpel between his fingers. "Tell me, sis. How many cuts do the ones who hurt you deserve?"
Her third brother-a global martial arts superstar-stormed into her ex-husband's lair. "Who made my sister cry? Time to face the music."
When her regretful ex begged for another chance, Allison only smiled.
It was too late. She was no longer his wife. She was his worst mistake. 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." Phoenix Of Ruin: My Second Life Comes With A Better Man
Maple Breeze Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress.
After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay.
She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family.
Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon.
When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you." 
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