Lila
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A Monster's Final Goodbye
Modern My boyfriend, Carter, hadn't spoken to me in five days. But when my national architecture competition win went viral, he finally called-not to congratulate me, but to scream that I' d embarrassed him by not telling him first.
His new girlfriend, Brittney, was the one who tagged him in my post. She was also the one whispering in his ear during the call, telling him I was making him look bad.
This was the final straw in a long, cold war. But the real nightmare began when Brittney sent me a video of her torturing my dog, Apollo, in our old apartment.
Then came a photo of his lifeless body.
I rushed over, blinded by rage, and slammed her head against the wall with an ashtray. Carter, the man I once loved, shoved me away, calling me a maniac for hurting the woman who had just murdered my dog.
He chose her. He always chose her.
As I carried Apollo's cold body out the door, I made a vow. I would make them pay. I would make their lives a living hell. His Ex, My Bed: The Ultimate Betrayal
Modern I'm a neurosurgeon who makes seven figures. I support my husband, Jackson, and his entire family. For months, I planned the perfect St. Barts vacation for all of us, paying for every last detail.
Two days before departure, Jackson dropped a bombshell. He gave my first-class ticket to his ex-girlfriend, Amber.
My new itinerary? A series of budget flights, ending with a plane known for crashing into a cliffside.
His family, living off my money, agreed. "You're resilient," he said. "Amber's more delicate."
My own mother-in-law, whose safety concerns got her a first-class upgrade I paid for, told me Amber "needs this more than you do."
I wasn't family. I was just their ATM, and my life was a small price to pay for their comfort.
That night, I found Amber sleeping in my bed. The rage was cold and clear. I canceled the trip. I froze their accounts. And I called my lawyer.
"File for divorce. And prepare to collect on the multi-million dollar loan they owe me." Discarded Wife, Unbreakable Soul
Romance My boyfriend died on a mission, and I, a trauma therapist, dedicated five years to piecing his shattered brother, Ethan, back together, even marrying him out of what I thought was love.
Then, Sarah Jenkins appeared, a spitting image of Ethan' s deceased first love, and everything shattered. His dependency shifted, violent episodes returned, and my years of dedicated support became "clinical" in his eyes.
During a severe episode, I tried to help, only for him to turn on me, his hands reaching for my throat. Sarah, with a performance of gentle concern, instantly calmed him, making my efforts seem worthless. He even accused me of setting him off, claiming Sarah "knew how to handle him."
The next day, at our home, Sarah orchestrated a twisted scene, making it seem I' d attacked her. Ethan, blinded by her act, choked me, then screamed at me to get out of "his house." He played the devoted partner to her, while I was left bleeding and heartbroken.
I was discarded like trash, realizing I no longer mattered to the man I sacrificed everything for. There was nothing left for me here.
The phone rang. It was Director Thompson. "I'm in," I said, my voice hollow. "When do I start?" Predictive Text Couldn't Predict Our Love
Fantasy My world was painted with words nobody else could see, predictive text shimmering over everyone, even future adoptive families. When the chance came to pick a family, the perfect Hendersons offered sunny picnics and acceptance, but the text over Liam Henderson screamed a crimson warning: "AVOID AT ALL COSTS. Heartbreak."
Instead, it pointed to Blake Sterling, a boy drowned in the corner, with a soft blue message: "RECOMMENDED. A cold and difficult beginning. This boy is broken, but you are the key to his healing." I chose him, stepping into a life of cold silence, a museum of a house, and a father who disappeared even when he was home.
What started as quiet mutual support quickly devolved. Blake's mother's death, a supposed "wellness program," became his obsession, fueling a terrifying need for revenge against the Hendersons and Dr. Evelyn Reed. He was falling apart, spray-painting their mansion, self-destructing. Desperate, I confessed my secret, my ability to see the "text," telling him it warned me about his dangerous path.
Then, the true horror unfolded: the 'wellness program' wasn't just for his mother. Blake found a list, and my name was on it. The text I saw, my supposed "gift," wasn't magic-it was a side effect of the same experimental trial that killed his mother. I was a lab rat, just like her.
And then, his father-Mr. Sterling-came into focus. Not only had he known the program was dangerous, he' d taken money to keep quiet about the 'wellness program' and its child victims, including me. The connection between Blake and me shattered, a bond born of shared pain now poisoned by his father' s monstrous betrayal. Blake turned on me, his eyes filled with terror, accusing me of being part of the conspiracy, a living symbol of his family's betrayal.
I was alone again, more lost than in the orphanage, the text over my head a flat, dead gray: "Connection Severed." But then, a terrifying alert flashed, not for Blake, but for the man who had destroyed us both: "CRITICAL ALERT: STERLING SENIOR. ALCOHOL AND PRESCRIPTION DRUG INTERACTION. LETHAL PROBABILITY: 95%." Our personal tragedy was about to be eclipsed, and I knew-we had to save him. From Trailer to Tycoon: A Billionaire's Secret Legacy
Billionaires The splintered wood of my trailer door vibrated with each heavy blow from Spike' s thugs.
"Sarah! Open up! We know you're in there!" they roared.
Inside, my "best friend" Jessica pressed a waiver into my hand, her manicured nails digging deep.
"Sign it, Sarah! Renounce Ethan's estate, his debts! You'll be free!" she urged, her voice a desperate whine.
My blood ran cold.
This was the exact moment it happened before-the trap that destroyed my life.
In my past, I foolishly signed that paper, believing it was my salvation.
But it freed me only to an unimaginable hell.
Because Ethan Vance, my "poor" handyman husband, was no struggling family man; he was a billionaire, and Jessica, his secret partner, was set to inherit everything.
They orchestrated my ruin, stealing my future and burdening me with debt.
The gravest cost was my precious son, Leo, lifeless due to their cruel machinations.
My world collapsed, leaving me with nothing but ghosts and despair.
The memory of that betrayal, a searing brand, ignited a cold fury within me.
I had been a pawn, fed lies, while they laughed in their luxurious hidden life.
The injustice was a physical ache, begging for retribution.
But now, I was back.
Returned to the very precipice of their deceit, armed with brutal foresight.
This time, I would not sign their treacherous waiver.
I opened the shaking door, ready to face my tormentors, not as a victim, but as the architect of their downfall.
Let their nightmare begin. Beyond the Billionaire's Shadow
Fantasy The air in the small living room was thick, heavy, mirroring the cold dread gripping my stomach.
My father, Richard, cleared his throat, his eyes avoiding mine, avoiding my mother' s.
"Emily, the papers are signed," he said, his voice flat.
"It's done."
He then looked at me and my younger sister, Jessica.
"Girls, you need to decide. Who you want to live with."
I was Sarah, and this was my second chance, my second life.
The memories of the first one were branded into me.
Jessica, beside me, shifted, her eyes holding a greedy flicker I recognized from before-she remembered a life she called poor, a life she hated.
"I choose Dad," Jessica said, her voice far too quick, too eager.
"Victoria will be pleased," Richard affirmed, a thin smile on his face.
Victoria Sterling.
The tech billionaire, my future stepmother, her name a scar.
In my first life, she had chosen me.
I remembered the endless lessons, the cold praise, the constant pressure to be perfect.
She broke me down, piece by piece, until Jessica, twisted by Victoria' s influence, ended my life.
No.
Not again.
My father urged me to be "sensible," to consider the "opportunities" Victoria offered.
Jessica scoffed, "You're an idiot, Sarah. You want to stay in this dump? With her?"
She chose the fire, thinking it was gold, unaware of the torment that awaited her.
But I knew the price.
I looked at my mother, her eyes full of pain, but also a quiet strength I hadn't truly seen before.
This time, I would protect her.
I would protect myself.
"I choose Mom," I declared, my voice clear and firm, irrevocably altering the script of my reborn life. When Love Turns To Ash
Fantasy For love, I walked away from ancient power, trading immortality for a quiet life with my wife, Seraphina, and our daughter, Willow. We lived simply, off the grid, far from the world I once protected.
Then came the nightmare. A chilling premonition: Willow in agony, Julian Thorne's smirk in the shadows, and Seraphina, my wife, turning away. I knew I had to go back to the world I'd abandoned – to Seraphina' s opulent Sterling Order, to reclaim my lost power, my Heartwood Staff.
But instead of understanding, I found a stranger. Seraphina, cold and distant, dismissed my warnings, believed Julian's lies, and allowed him to frame me. My daughter and I were thrown into a desolate prison, starving, defenseless. My wife, the woman I sacrificed everything for, watched, indifferent.
I thought my heart was broken then. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared me for the moment Seraphina, my own wife, raised an arcane device and aimed it at our daughter. Willow' s scream still echoes in my soul. Her eyes… blinded by her own mother' s hand.
In that instant, lying broken and helpless, something awakened within me. Not the man I tried to be, but the ancient Guardian I was always meant to be. The Solstice Gala is tomorrow. I' m coming back for my reckoning. And this time, she won' t turn away. Too Late For Regret: The CEO You Fired
Modern I had dedicated three relentless years, sixty-hour weeks, and sacrificed countless lunches to single-handedly launch Project Titan, Momentum Corp' s most crucial software release.
My life was on track, balanced with a career I built from the ground up and a future planned with my boyfriend, David, who worked in sales at the same company.
Then, a seemingly ordinary Friday afternoon was ripped apart by an email landing in my inbox at 4:58 PM, starkly titled: "Team Restructuring."
The harsh reality hit: my name was obliterated from the org chart, brazenly supplanted by Jessica Peterson, the unqualified daughter of Mr. Peterson, fresh out of college and totally clueless.
My boss, with chilling dismissiveness, then flat-out told me to either wholeheartedly support his incompetent daughter or simply go find employment elsewhere, as "it's a family business."
The betrayal spiraled as my boyfriend, David, became increasingly elusive, eventually exposed on Instagram, arm-in-arm with Jessica, brazenly labeled as a "power couple" at a rooftop bar he once deemed too expensive for us.
A devastating email from him followed, abruptly ending our five-year relationship, confirming he' d abandoned me for the very person who usurped my career, leaving me with nothing but a churning knot of indignation.
Everything - my hard-earned career, my loyal team, and my long-term relationship - was brutally stolen, leaving me standing in the ashes, reeling from an unfathomable injustice that screamed betrayal.
But just as despair threatened to consume me, an unexpected call from my father, the head of Miller Real Estate, unveiled a shocking twist: he was gifting me the deed to the very office building Momentum Corp occupied.
It was a moment of profound revelation, transforming me from a victim into a landlord with an unprecedented opportunity to reclaim what was mine, and teach those who wronged me an unforgettable, public lesson. Discarded By The Country Queen
Romance I was Liam Walker, songwriter and husband to the Country Queen, Izzy Hayes. When she announced a hiatus, citing vocal strain and crippling debts, I believed she was protecting me. I sacrificed everything to support her, working odd jobs, my guitar gathering dust, believing it was for us, for our future.
Then, one night, I overheard her. Speaking in fluent Cajun French, a language I understood, she wasn't discussing her career. She was orchestrating my downfall, planning a fake divorce from me to marry Cody, her childhood friend, whose "dying wish" was to be with her. The entire crisis was a meticulously constructed lie, designed to discard me.
The next morning, she presented the divorce papers, feigning sorrow. I signed, in a haze of betrayal. But the nightmare truly heightened when Cody, freshly "married" to Izzy, began a relentless campaign of psychological torture. He sent intimate photos, detailed their fervent nights. It culminated when Izzy dragged me, her "disposable blood bank," to the hospital, ordering doctors to save Cody "even if it kills Liam."
Manageable. Disposable. Every sacrifice, every loving gesture I' d poured into our marriage, built on a sickening foundation of deceit. How could the woman I adored be so utterly callous? How could my existence mean so little?
I wouldn't let them break me. Nashville, with all its hollow promises and suffocating memories, had to go. I would leave, start fresh, and somehow, find a new song to live by. The Scapegoat's Sister
Romance It was my birthday, and my boyfriend Ethan, my rock for three years, promised something truly memorable.
He led me to a raging house party, then abandoned me as a group of leering men closed in.
I screamed for him, but he just watched, his face chillingly blank, before revealing our entire three-year relationship was a meticulously calculated lie – his twisted plan to make me pay for what his ex, Jessica, claimed my brother had done to her.
My humiliation was then meticulously documented and splashed across the internet for the world to witness.
I faced relentless cyberbullying, lost my job, and was hounded by Ethan' s goons who enforced his promise: to ensure I lived in constant fear, just as he' d intended.
The betrayal was crushing, stripping away my dignity and leaving me broken, tormented by the incomprehensible cruelty and my family's destroyed reputation.
Desperate to escape the unbearable shame, I walked to a bridge where we once dreamt of a future, ready to wash away all the pain.
But just as I fell, a panicked call from Ethan, followed by Jessica' s furious hospital room confession, revealed a deeper, more chilling lie – a lie I managed to capture, finally empowering me to expose the truth and fight back. My Sister's Last Letter
Fantasy My eyes snapped open, a raw scream tearing from my throat.
It wasn't a dream; it was the horrifying reality I'd already lived: Emily's agonizing death.
But now, miraculously, I was back.
Back to that very morning, with one mission: stop the tragedy fueled by a letter.
Emily's letter, meant as a desperate survival guide for us in her absence, was turning into a death warrant in the wrong hands.
I knew its true, terrifying purpose, and I desperately tried to intercept it before my family could find it.
But fate, it seemed, had other, crueler plans.
My brother-in-law, Mark, found it first.
Then my fiancé, David.
And finally, my own younger brother, Kevin.
Ignorant to Emily's true meaning, they twisted her protective warning into a terrifying prophecy of doom, unleashing their worst fears.
Driven by pure panic and overwhelming selfishness, they actively sabotaged Emily.
Mark publicly exposed her top-secret mission, David leaked her operational area to the dark web, and Kevin, my own brother, became their accomplice.
They repeatedly betrayed me, physically assaulted me, and even bound me, watching as Emily was caught in their self-made trap while I was powerless.
My heart shattered into a million pieces, consumed by a searing rage and agonizing despair.
How could the people I loved become the greatest threat to my sister's life and my own sanity?
But then, through a horrifying live video of Emily captured, I heard her speak.
Her seemingly nonsensical words were a secret code, a childhood encryption only I understood.
A final, desperate plea from a sister against all odds.
I deciphered her hidden message, pinpointed her location, and alerted a retired FBI Director.
Emily was rescued, but the unimaginable cost of her family's betrayal came due.
Those who acted out of fear and selfishness now face federal charges, consequences for their reckless actions.
Justice, tempered by the bitter taste of shattered trust, finally arrived. Mr. Hamilton: Too Late, She's The CEO Now
Romance My five years of blood, sweat, and tears? Gone. My startup, NovaSpark, was dead.
But the universe wasn't done with me.
A text from my boyfriend, Ethan, read: "We're done." Just like that.
Five years of supporting his music, funding his dreams, all for nothing.
To add insult to injury, he was already parading a new girlfriend, Chloe, flaunting his sudden "Hamilton inheritance."
I had a custom Cartier ring in my purse, getting ready to propose to him that night.
Talk about timing.
Then I found him, not an hour later, at a high-end lounge, publicly announcing my "tech dream went bust" and sneering, "Look who it is, my desperate stalker."
This from the man whose stepfather's gambling debts I quietly managed, whose career I financed.
The absolute gall.
He thought because he' d stumbled into some inherited wealth, he could rewrite history and label me a gold-digger.
How could he?
The man I loved, the man I poured my soul into, standing there, dripping in new money, spitting venom and lies.
My heart was a shattered mess, reeling from the sheer audacity of his betrayal.
But then, as he launched into another tirade, an unexpected ally, Liam, one of my former investors, stepped between us.
His quiet authority cut through Ethan's arrogance.
And when he took my hand, then softly kissed me, leading me out of that suffocating lounge, I knew something had to change.
My next words to him were clear: "Take me to my grandfather' s estate. Arthur Sterling."
It was time to stop hiding. When His Past Met Present
Romance My argument with Jake still echoed, his excuses about Emily ringing in my ears. I drove to our old, tiny apartment, a monument to a past that now felt like a cruel joke.
My comfortable suburban life, built on what I realized was a lie, mocked me. My Jake, the boy I married, was gone, replaced by a stranger.
That stranger was having an affair with Emily, a young woman we' d once helped, and then the ultimate betrayal: Emily appeared on my doorstep, tearful and pregnant with Jake' s child.
The irony was a bitter pill. While I reeled, my own body betrayed me. A miscarriage. Our baby, gone before I even knew it was there, while his mistress carried his.
His true callousness emerged later. He confessed his twisted logic: years ago, after an illness, I' d been told conceiving might be difficult. Desperate for a child, he' d arranged for Emily to carry his baby.
The monstrous deception: she' d disappear, and we' d raise the child as our own. He thought I' d be happy for this sick manipulation of my deepest desires.
Disgust curled in my gut. My entire life with him was a brutal, calculated farce.
Just as the last shred of my world crumbled, a thud from the bedroom jolted me. There he stood. Not the man who' d shattered my life, but a ghost of love lost.
Eighteen-year-old Jake, confused, innocent, staring directly at me. The boy who was once my lifeline, now a stark, impossible reminder of everything I' d lost, and everything I still had to fight for. The Wedding Bill: A Debt of Vengeance
Romance The honeymoon glow was still fresh in our new condo, a symbol of my perfect new life with Kevin.
That illusion shattered the moment a hotel invoice landed: a staggering $217,453.19 bill for a wedding reception my mother-in-law, Brenda, had turned into a free-for-all.
My husband Kevin, whose dismissive reaction already chilled me, then caved to Brenda's emotional blackmail, allowing her and her unruly relatives to invade our home and sign a fraudulent IOU, publicly humiliating my generous parents in the process.
Trapped in my own sanctuary, now a den of greed and manipulation, I watched my husband' s spineless betrayal, feeling an icy fury morph into a chilling determination. How could the woman who was supposed to be family wreak such havoc?
When Brenda dared to lay her hands on me, the line was crossed: I called the police, charged her with assault and trespassing, and with trembling clarity, looked at Kevin and declared, "I want a divorce," setting in motion a meticulous, silent retribution. The Devil's Addiction: A Wife's Escape
Romance I thought I had the perfect life: a thriving career and a charming fiancé, Ethan, a rising star in finance. I' d built it all on my own terms, away from my wealthy family' s influence.
But Ethan was a serial cheater, always blaming a "sex addiction." I believed him, even after finding explicit texts with his intern, Jessica. Then, Jessica got pregnant. Again. I discovered this at her baby shower, simultaneously realizing I was pregnant too, and made the agonizing choice to have an abortion.
The day after my procedure, Ethan accused me of poisoning Jessica, then sexually assaulted me. The next morning, as I hemorrhaged, he abandoned me for her. I nearly died. I later found out he' d swapped his addiction medication for vitamins for years – his remorse a cruel lie.
How could a man I loved betray me so profoundly, abuse me so brutally, and abandon me to die? The injustice burned, knowing everyone believed his calculated deceptions and her malicious lies.
But I didn't die. My childhood friend, Daniel, saved my life. As Ethan and Jessica celebrated their lavish wedding, my recovery fueled an unshakeable resolve. This wasn't just about survival; it was about exposing the truth. You might like
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." 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." 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." She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen
Lila Wren Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham.
Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding.
Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed.
Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer.
When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?" 
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