Lucy Cartwright
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Lucy Cartwright's Books and Stories
My Ruthless Ex Demands Me Back
Modern After three hellish years in a psychiatric facility, Kyra was finally released.
She just wanted a quiet life, but her billionaire ex-husband, Julius—the very man who had locked her away—refused to let her go.
When she rejected his demand to return to his side, the retaliation was swift and suffocating.
His new fiancée faked an injury to frame Kyra, instantly making her the target of a vicious national cyberbullying campaign.
Fired from every job and treated like a damaged asset by her own parents, Kyra was forced to scrub plates in a greasy diner just to survive.
But even there, the fiancée's brother tracked her down, publicly tearing her clothes and attempting to drag her away.
Julius suddenly appeared to "save" her, but his method was chilling: he orchestrated a brutal accident that shattered the brother's leg forever.
He then tossed Kyra a keycard to a high-security luxury apartment, calmly stating it was for her own safety.
Kyra stared at him in pure, primal terror.
He had destroyed her reputation, disposed of her dead mother's only photograph, and violently crushed anyone who dared to help her.
How could he call this sick, monstrous obsession "protection"?
"I don't need it!" she screamed, shoving the car door open and fleeing into the dark.
She had thought she was escaping a cage, but now she knew she had to fight her way out of a nightmare. On the Alpha's Bed While My Ex Begs
Werewolf The Moon Goddess decreed the Gamma warrior Braxton as my fated mate, but he treated me like a lowly servant while doting on a human woman named Bree.
In my past life, I endured his coldness and Bree's endless framing, thinking my submissive love would eventually win his heart.
But he completely abandoned our sacred bond. Whenever Bree faked a minor scratch, he would force me to apologize, letting the whole pack humiliate me.
Ultimately, I was pushed aside, my flesh brutally torn by claws, while he stood there protecting a triumphant Bree in his arms.
I died a pathetic, rejected Omega, drowning in my own tears and the bone-deep chill of his betrayal.
Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had cleaned his home spotless, waited on him, and loved him with all my soul.
Why did my fated mate choose a manipulative human over our sacred bond? Why did my endless devotion only earn me a tragic, bloody end?
Opening my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment Braxton was forcing me to apologize for a fake burn on Bree's wrist.
"Elinor, apologize. You weren't watching where you were going!"
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
I walked over to the stove, grabbed the boiling kettle, and poured the scalding water directly onto her hand.
Since she wanted to play the victim, I would make her injury real. Then, I would force him to accept my Rejection. No Next Life For The Don
Mafia For two years, I endured hell in an underground brothel, bleeding to earn the bribe money to save my Mafia Don husband from the electric chair.
But when Cassio finally returned, he didn't come to rescue me.
He marched in with thirty armed enforcers, threw annulment papers on my chest, and announced his new mistress was pregnant with his heir.
The mistress was Camilla, a low-level associate who stole the credit for my sacrifice.
Cassio believed every lie she told, looking at my degrading uniform with pure disgust.
"Sign the papers. You have disgraced the Moretti name enough."
He ignored the whip marks and burn scars covering my ruined body, tossing a stack of cash at my feet like I was trash.
When I tried to buy my freedom with the ten million dollars I had agonizingly earned, he ruthlessly blocked my bid.
He demanded I kneel and pledge loyalty to Camilla, trapping me as their property.
I couldn't understand how the man who once promised to burn the world down for me could be so blind.
I had destroyed my body and my ability to ever carry a child just to secure his freedom.
Yet he was standing here, publicly humiliating me for the woman who secretly orchestrated my torture.
Staring into his cold, unforgiving eyes, my dead heart finally turned to ash.
I calmly invoked the ancient, fatal 'Angel's Drop' trial.
I wrapped the sheer red silk around my wrists and ascended into the dark sky, choosing a shattered death in the freezing harbor over a life with him. Reborn As The Lycan King's Fated Mate
Werewolf I thought I had found my savior in Alpha Camron after my adoptive family was brutally slaughtered.
But as I lay chained to the damp dungeon wall, my inner wolf silenced by silver poison, he sneered and rejected me.
"Did you really think I loved you? You were just a dumb, loyal dog."
He confessed that he had orchestrated my family's murder to frame Lycan King Asher.
Blinded by his lies, I had plunged a silver blade into Asher's heart—the only man standing in Camron's way to the throne.
My step-sister Erica then arrived to deliver the final, crushing blows.
"He was your true fated mate, Ella," she whispered with sadistic glee. "He loved you so much he retracted his aura, leaving himself defenseless so you wouldn't get hurt killing him."
Worse, she laughed at my swollen belly, revealing the baby I carried wasn't Camron's. He had paid a filthy Rogue to defile me in the dark.
The man I murdered was the other half of my soul, and the monster I trusted had destroyed everything I loved.
My heart simply gave out, drowning in an abyss of pure agony and hatred.
Opening my eyes again, the stench of burning flesh was gone.
I was back in my attic bedroom on my fifteenth birthday.
Today was the day my evil stepmother would start her deadly plot.
This time, I would tear them all apart. The Billionaire's Secret Ten Year Obsession
Romance Brooke was supposed to marry her fiancé, Gaven, in less than twenty-four hours to secure her sick mother's corporate legacy.
But the night before the wedding, she followed a mysterious text to a hotel suite, only to find Gaven pressing her half-sister against a sofa.
Through the crack in the door, she recorded their sickening moans and their cold conspiracy to drain her mother's company the moment the marriage papers were signed.
At the altar the next day, Brooke didn't say "I do."
Instead, she hijacked the church's projector, broadcasting their sex tape and offshore fraud documents to hundreds of wealthy guests.
But instead of supporting her, her own father stormed the altar and slapped her across the face with brutal force.
He cared more about the corporate merger than his daughter, threatening to blacklist her from the industry, while Gaven vowed to completely destroy her.
Bleeding and stripped of her family ties, Brooke walked out into a freezing downpour, completely isolated against a powerful family ready to ruin her sick mother's life's work.
She had no money, no allies, and nowhere to go.
Just as a furious Gaven chased her into the street, a massive black Maybach sliced through the rain and pulled up in front of her.
Inside sat Foster Pruitt, the ruthless, terrifying billionaire whose life she had accidentally saved from a car wreck the night before.
Knowing he desperately needed a wife to secure his own empire, Brooke climbed into his car and looked at the most dangerous man in the city.
"Marry me." Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day
Modern I lay paralyzed in a luxury Swiss clinic, my body a heavy sack of meat I no longer controlled. The heart monitor’s rhythmic beep was the only thing louder than the silence, a mocking countdown to my inevitable end.
My fiancé, Jordan, walked in looking impeccable in the custom suit I had bought him for his birthday. He wasn't alone; my best friend, Chloe, followed him into the room, wearing the vintage Givenchy dress I had saved for our anniversary gala.
Jordan didn't look like a grieving man; he looked bored as he held up a blue folder confirming that my family's offshore trust had finally cleared. Chloe giggled, leaning over me to ask if I finally realized it was the engagement wine she had spiked seven days ago. Jordan brushed a cold hand over my forehead, calling me a "perfect little asset" before pulling Chloe into a hungry kiss right over my dying body. To ensure there was no turning back, he pulled out a silver lighter and set my living will on fire, watching the only document that could have saved me turn to ash.
I tried to scream, to curse them both to hell for stealing my life and my legacy, but all that came out was a wet, rattling wheeze. My own father, I would later learn, had known about the takeover and chose the profit over his own daughter's life.
As the darkness swallowed me whole, I made a silent, desperate promise: if there was anything after this, I would come back and destroy every single one of them.
I gasped, my body jerking upright as air rushed into my lungs like liquid fire.
I wasn't in Switzerland, and there was no poison in my veins. I was back in my Manhattan bedroom, staring at a phone that read June 12—the morning of the wedding, the day I was supposed to die, and the day I decided to burn their world to the ground. Tune In for My “Apology”
Modern My ex-boyfriend, Gabriel, the man who once promised me forever, looked at me as if I were a stain on his expensive suit. He was here to finish the job of destroying my life.
To save my brother from jail, he demanded an impossible six-figure settlement and a humiliating, live-streamed public apology.
Three years ago, his now-fiancée, my rival Aspen Watkins, framed me for cyberbullying. Gabriel believed her lies, publicly denounced me, and shattered my world. The scandal led to my expulsion, my parents' fatal car crash, and the loss of our family fortune.
He was ready to humiliate me all over again for a crime I never committed, his eyes cold and unyielding. The punishment wasn't just for my brother; it was for me.
But as I prepared for my public execution, a mysterious billionaire made me an offer. He knew the truth and gave me the means to fight back.
Aspen wanted a spectacle.
I decided to give her one. Love Turns To Ashes
Mafia I grew up with Asher from a young age.
He once saved my life by taking a hit meant for me from an enemy, and I was kidnapped and brutally mistreated because of him.
Everyone in the circle knew that I, the daughter of the Dixon family, was the center of Asher's world.
But when he returned from building a branch in the Golden Triangle after two years, he brought back a young woman dressed in immaculate white.
She looked pure, but she was provocative in her gaze.
"Nicola, it was just an accident between Asher and me, but he insists on taking responsibility for me. Please stop him."
I looked at her hand resting on her belly with Asher's ring around her finger. My fingers trembled slightly.
The next moment, the bodyguard behind me pressed a cold gun barrel against that young woman's temple.
I turned to Asher, who was clenching his fists tightly.
I said coldly, "If you insist on marrying her, then leave the Dixon family for good." Her Final Act
Horror For seven years, I lived as "Chloe' s boyfriend," a quiet coder whose entire self-worth was built around her "saving" me from social anxiety.
Our Austin apartment was loud, packed for the Super Bowl party, until the music died and everyone stared as Chloe walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, carried by her ex-boyfriend, Blake.
His smirk was a dare, a familiar test of my manufactured jealousy, but this time, something inside me was just... quiet.
My unexpected calm ignited a terrifying rage in Chloe, shattering her control and escalating her manipulations from fake tears and public flirtations to a staged car crash and a chilling threat to jump from our 15th-floor balcony.
I calmly moved on, started a new life, and was building my own success, finally free of her endless drama.
Then, just weeks later, at my promotion celebration, she appeared in a white wedding gown, asked for one last photo, and plunged a knife into her own stomach, collapsing into my arms.
Her final, horrifying act left me tragically, undeniably free. His Quiet Escape
LGBT+ My wife, Vicky, said she had a business trip. "It's important, Ethan," she' d said, not looking at me. That was her excuse for missing the music festival, the one I' d bought tickets for months ago. So I went alone.
Then, on the main stage screen, there she was, smiling next to Dylan Hayes, her college ex. The interviewer asked about inspiration. "Sometimes you wish you could go back to a simpler time," Vicky cooed, her eyes on Dylan. "Like, three years ago, before I made certain life choices." Three years ago. That's when we got married. My stomach dropped. The beer tasted like poison.
My own public declaration of divorce at an open mic that night spiraled into a media frenzy. Vicky, terrified of public backlash, hit back. Not at me, but at my sick younger brother, Liam. She threatened to cut off funding for his life-saving leukemia treatments unless I went along with her sanitized PR narrative: we'd "amicably separated," and she was simply "reconnecting" with her new business partner-Dylan.
The injustice burned. To leverage my brother's health for her image? To see her ex-lover ensconced in her company, a reminder of her betrayal? I was trapped, but I wouldn't be broken. She wanted a new chapter without me? Fine. I would write one for me and Liam.
That night, while she celebrated her carefully crafted facade, I packed our bags. I typed up a divorce petition, signed it, and left it on her pristine kitchen island. I found a new, fully-funded clinical trial for Liam across the country. My brother' s treatment, my escape. We were gone, leaving her to face the consequences of her choices. The Cost of Love: Abandoned and Broken
Romance My life was perfect: a star quarterback, engaged to my high school sweetheart, Chloe, and surrounded by a loving adoptive family who always put me first.
Then Liam appeared, claiming to be my long-lost biological half-brother, weaving tragic tales that instantly captivated everyone around me.
One by one, my adoptive mother, my three stepsisters, and even Chloe, chose him, abandoning me completely when a flash flood swept me away, leading to my brutal kidnapping and torture, which they dismissed as my own fault. Liam stole my dreams, my scholarship, and then my last chance to play football, while my family celebrated him as their new hero, claiming I was "not up to it."
The ultimate betrayal came when he brazenly wore my jacket and used a precious, deeply personal memento, meant for the child Chloe had lied about losing, as a dog toy. How could everyone I loved turn their backs so easily, believing every lie from a stranger while my entire life shattered around me?
With nothing left but the raw ache of their indifference, I walked out of that house and that town forever, determined to find a new life, far from the shadows of my past and the people who destroyed me. You might like
The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
Gertrude I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter.
But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back. 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?" 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?" Abandoned by Family, Adored by a Billionaire
Qing Hua Waking up alone in a sterile hospital room after major surgery, Chloe Lancaster reached for her phone, hoping for a single message from her husband.
Instead, the first thing she saw was a photo he had just posted. It was a picture of him laughing in the park with their daughter and Chloe's sister, Isabella.
The caption read: "Perfect Sunday with my favorite girls."
In the family group chat, Chloe's message about going into surgery was met with dead silence, while her mother and brother enthusiastically praised Isabella. When Chloe called her husband to ask for a divorce, he coldly mocked her for being paranoid and overweight, while Isabella played the innocent victim in the background. Later, Isabella even brainwashed Chloe's young daughter into screaming in terror at the sight of her.
"Bad mommy! Go away! I want Auntie Izzy!"
For six years, Chloe had given up her prestigious music career, her friends, and her entire life to be the perfect wife, only to be systematically erased. She was suffocated by the injustice of it all. How could her own flesh and blood so easily replace her, stealing her husband and her child while treating her like absolute garbage?
But the agonizing pain soon burned down to a cold ember of resolve.
Wiping away her tears, Chloe didn't throw a meaningless tantrum. Instead, she quietly slipped a devastating divorce agreement into a stack of routine business reports for her arrogant husband to blindly sign, preparing to detonate his perfect world. Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
Anemic Sun For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence.
When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer.
Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius.
Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer." 
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