Lorraine
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Lorraine's Books and Stories
Blood on the Snow, A Lost Life
Modern On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen.
When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face.
He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet.
He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child.
I left that night and never looked back.
Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer.
He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give. His Sacrifice, Her Cold Indifference
Modern I was forced to marry Drake Knox, a Wall Street titan twice my age. I fought him at every turn, but his cold control slowly melted into a possessive passion I couldn't resist.
Then his ex-girlfriend, Julia, returned, claiming a terminal illness had brought her back to him.
He chose her. When I was injured and left bleeding in a hotel lobby, he ran to comfort her.
When she murdered my dog, Peanut, and framed me, he believed her lies without question.
His punishment for my "betrayal" was to lock me away in his mansion, a gilded cage he called protection.
He sacrificed my safety, my sanity, and my freedom for the woman he truly loved. I was just a substitute.
So I ran. And when he chased me down a highway, I gave him an ultimatum: let me go, or watch me die. I stepped in front of a speeding truck.
I never expected him to swerve his own car into its path, sacrificing himself to save me. The Toxic Love That Almost Destroyed Me
Modern For five years, I was Broadway's golden girl, and my powerful CEO boyfriend, Brennan, was my anchor. Our love felt invincible, a modern fairytale written across city marquees.
Then he met Aimee, a struggling musician he claimed saved his life in a car crash.
He gave her the vintage guitar he'd promised me. He stole my private journal so she could turn my pain into a hit song, making me a national laughingstock. He even used my dying mother's medical bills to keep me trapped.
But the night my mother was dying, the night she needed an emergency helicopter, he diverted it. He sent her only hope to Aimee, who was having a "panic attack."
My mother died alone.
At her funeral, a reporter asked about his engagement to Aimee. He thought he had broken me, but he had just started a war. He didn't know the separation papers he'd already signed weren't for a payout-they were for a divorce, and I was about to disappear. Reborn, Redeemed, Relentless Revenge
Xuanhuan The scent of gasoline and burning metal, the agonizing twisting of the car around me-that was my last memory. My sister Bella' s triumphant smile, seared into my mind as flames consumed me.
Then, a blinding flash, and I was back. Not in a hospital, but in my old bedroom, years younger, my hands smooth and unscarred. The shock of rebirth warred with a fierce, tiny spark of hope. A second chance. A chance to do it right.
But the past wasn't content to stay buried. The memories flooded back: my father, framed and driven to suicide; his legacy left in ruins; my life single-mindedly devoted to clearing his name. And Bella, my own sister, orchestrating my downfall, poisoning my family and reputation for her frivolous desires, egged on by her manipulative lover, Leo.
The car accident wasn' t an accident. It was a calculated murder, a final betrayal. They left me for dead, my life' s work shattered, my body broken.
The raw pain of that memory still gnawed at me, the bitter taste of betrayal fresh on my tongue. Why had they done this? How could a sister be so cruel?
Then, the creak of a door. Bella walked in, dressed in a brand new designer dress, her face a mask of practiced sweetness. "Chloe," she cooed, "I need to talk to you about something." It was the exact same scene. The same beginning. But this time, she wouldn' t find a victim. This time, I knew the game, and I was ready to play. His Mistrust, Her Silent Sacrifice
Romance Sarah Miller finally shook off the fog of a traumatic brain injury, memories flooding back, only to discover her life in ruin.
Her so-called friend, Brenda, publicly accused her of shoplifting, prompting Mike, her military husband, to present devastating divorce papers.
Then, a debt collector arrived, exposing thousands in debt wrought by Brenda' s years of malicious manipulation.
Mike, accustomed to Sarah's alleged "trouble," paid the debts but solidified his mistrust, silencing her pleas and locking her in their home.
Brenda further engineered Mike's downfall: spreading rumors of his fictional injury, then "finding" Sarah' s pre-signed divorce papers, painting her as an abandoning wife.
Believing these cruel lies, Mike signed the papers, utterly sealing their fate.
Heartbroken and secretly pregnant, Sarah overheard Mike declare his resolute divorce, convinced she was a manipulative burden.
How could she possibly explain the years of calculated deceit that orchestrated her complete ruin?
Her newfound clarity only illuminated the utter devastation Brenda had wrought.
Leaving behind the signed divorce papers and a silent farewell, Sarah vanished from Fort Henderson.
Six years later, amid the chaos of Hurricane Anya, she' d unexpectedly face Mike again.
But this time, a shocking truth-and a little girl-would unravel everything. A Second Chance, A True Love's Kiss
Romance The Montauk Highway rain slammed against our windshield, just like my stomach cramped with familiar, sharp pain.
Marcus drove, his knuckles white, until his phone flashed 'Izzy.'
My husband, always her loyal puppy, was gone in a flash.
"Ellie, call an Uber. Izzy needs me," he' d declared, abandoning me sick and alone on that dark road.
It was the ninth time Marcus chose his ex-girlfriend over me, his wife.
The 'ninth goodbye' in a cruel bet Izzy orchestrated years ago: "Nine times, Ellie. Nine. Then you walk away."
Each incident a deeper cut: my anniversary dinner, my emergency surgery, my grandmother' s memorial.
I was just his convenient rebound, his 'consolation prize,' a pawn in their twisted game.
Days later, after an elevator accident left me shattered and hospitalized, Marcus cradled Izzy, his terror only for her.
I finally saw it with chilling clarity: he never truly loved me.
My marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, orchestrated by Izzy from college.
My love for him, that foolish, stubborn hope, was finally drained, leaving only an aching void.
But the game was over.
I had already signed the divorce papers he carelessly overlooked, ready for my freedom.
When Izzy later set a vicious trap to publicly shame me, accusing me of assault, a mysterious stranger stepped in, changing everything.
This was the end of a nightmare, and the beginning of my true life. Too Late for Regret, Liam
Romance For six years, I believed Liam and I were building a real life together in our Chicago apartment.
I always thought our love was solid, unbreakable.
One quiet Tuesday night, searching his laptop for a tax document, I stumbled upon a folder simply named "C."
Curiosity, that stupid little nudge, made me click.
It wasn't finances; it was Chloe.
Thousands of photos, her smiling face, and then the "Journal" subfolder.
My hands shook as I read devastating entries.
The flowers he bought me after my promotion, the romantic trip to Italy, even our engagement-each cherished moment a desperate reaction to a woman he still couldn't let go of.
He worried I was pregnant, clearly terrified of being tied to me while Chloe was "still out there."
Then Chloe herself started sending me messages, photos of her and Liam, bragging I was just a "placeholder."
I heard him tell his best friend he was "stringing me along" to make Chloe jealous.
The man I loved saw me only as a prop in his silent play for another woman.
How could I have been so blind, so completely fooled?
His ring on my finger was never for me.
With a cold, hard clarity, I realized my entire relationship was a meticulously crafted lie.
I saved every message, every damning photo, and wrote a short note: "We're done."
I closed our joint accounts, changed my number, and bought a bus ticket out of Chicago.
There was no sadness, just a firm click of a door closing on a life that was never truly mine. You might like
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Huo Wuer Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty.
When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn.
Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance.
Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room.
How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice.
I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for.
I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten. 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!" 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 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." The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
Qing Shui I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news.
"Parole denied."
My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU.
"Sign it. You walk out today."
I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation.
I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate.
I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood.
As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home.
"Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life."
I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground. Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Lila Rivers Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past.
On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse.
But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened.
Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation.
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Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail.
But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world." 
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