Mattie Valelly
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Shattered Ring: The Secret Surgeon Returns
Romance I stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, hoping this tiny heartbeat would finally save my cold, three-year marriage to Kayson Logan.
But when he returned from his long business trip, he brought the sweet scent of another woman's perfume, a brutal assault, and a divorce agreement.
The financial settlement was entirely under the name of his first love, Alyce Murray.
He tossed a box of Plan B onto the table, staring at me with absolute disgust.
"Take it. If you try to get pregnant behind my back, you will walk away with nothing, and you will never see that child."
The next day, I saw him at the maternity clinic, carefully guarding a pregnant Alyce as if she were made of glass.
His family mocked me for being a barren, pathetic loser, cheering as I was kicked out of the house.
He didn't hate children. He just hated the idea of having one with me.
My three years of devotion were nothing but a joke. He even ordered his men to hunt down the legendary underground surgeon-my hidden alter ego-just to save Alyce's complicated pregnancy.
Why should I risk my life to save the woman who destroyed my marriage?
I spat out the pill he forced me to take and signed the divorce papers without a second thought.
I smashed the multi-million-dollar diamond ring he gave me right at his sister's feet.
"Keep the garbage bought by a man who sleeps with other women."
Then, I walked away, ready to embrace my true identity and protect my baby alone. Their Perfect Lie, My Unseen Truth
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My parents stood over my unrecognizable body in the marsh, complaining that I hadn't returned their calls.
To my father, the lead detective, and my mother, the Chief Medical Examiner, I was just another "Jane Doe" who made bad life choices.
While I watched as a ghost, my mother scoffed at the silver bracelet on my wrist-the one I made for her-calling it "tacky street trash."
They spent the morning dissecting my injuries, all while praising my adopted sister, Hope, and grumbling about how I was "acting out" by missing her violin recital.
They called me irresponsible and ungrateful, unaware that I had been kidnapped and murdered as revenge for one of my father's old cases.
I screamed silently as they dismissed my death as the result of a "rebellious lifestyle."
The insults only stopped when they found the waterproof capsule in my stomach.
My father' s hands trembled as he read the note inside: "An eye for an eye, Detective Hood."
Then, my mother saw the scar on my flank-the unmistakable mark of the kidney donation I had given to their perfect daughter. From Neglected Girl To Unstoppable Heiress
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I lay dying on a hospital gurney, my internal organs crushed from shielding my sister during the crash.
Yet, my parents were down the hall, cooing over Estrella' s minor scratches while ignoring my fading pulse.
"She' s faking it for attention," my father spat. "She' ll regret this stunt when she gets home."
When the nurse frantically told them I was gone, my mother didn't shed a tear. She laughed.
"Nice try," she sneered at the nurse. "Tell Carolina to stop playing dead. It' s pathetic."
My spirit watched helplessly as they turned my funeral into a performance, painting me as the "difficult" child who finally ruined their lives.
I thought my suffering was over, but then a violent pull dragged me back from the void.
I opened my eyes in a stranger's body-Claire Tillman, a billionaire heiress betrayed by her fiancé.
Now armed with a new face and unlimited resources, I realized I had a second chance.
I wasn't just going to survive; I was going to destroy the fiancé who wronged Claire, and then I was coming for the family that let me die. His Betrayal, My Sudden Wedding Vows
Mafia For seven years, I was his property. The lover and most trusted operative of Damian Benjamin, Veridian City' s ruthless kingpin. I took bullets for him, balanced his bloody books, and foolishly mistook his possessiveness for love.
Then, he ordered me to seduce his rival, Earl Reid.
It was all a cruel scheme to win the heart of another woman. I followed his orders, luring Earl into a hotel suite at a gala, only for Damian to burst in with the press.
He publicly shamed me, leaving me naked and exposed as his true love called me trash. My seven-year devotion was shattered by the man I thought was my savior.
But as the camera flashes blinded me, Earl Reid, the man I was sent to destroy, shielded my body from the world.
He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and made an announcement that sealed my fate.
"We're getting married." His Second Life Begins
Xuanhuan My soul floated above the cold asphalt, watching my own naked body lying lifelessly on the street. I was 30, a successful architect, but all I heard were whispers of judgment-that I' d thrown my life away for Olivia. Everyone knew she never loved me, that she was always with Daniel. To die like this, discarded and forgotten, was nothing short of a pathetic waste.
Then, a strange, swirling pain, and I woke up not dead, but screaming, my left hand wrapped in a bloody rag. A finger was freshly severed. Before me, tied to a chair, was Daniel. And holding a bloody knife, cold and impatient, stood Olivia. My mind reeled: this was ten years ago, the very day my life began its downward spiral. The kidnapping, the torture, the moment Olivia chose Daniel over me, leaving me for dead.
The memory of my actual death, the whispers of strangers judging my wasted life, burned clearer than any past pain. I watched her look at Daniel, her choice already made in her eyes, just like before. I was nothing to her. I had always been nothing. The desperate love, the years of pining-it all turned to ashes.
Why was I back? Why was I forced to relive this cruel charade, knowing the tragic end it led to? The injustice, the utter pointlessness of my devotion, fueled a cold, hard fury I' d never known. This time, something inside me snapped.
This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I' d escape. I' d use every shred of memory I had from the future I' d just left, every bitter lesson learned, to break free and forge a life entirely my own, a life where Olivia had no place. My Best Friend, My Killer: A Reborn Revenge
Modern The world snapped back into focus with a single doorbell chime. It was Debra Fowler, standing on my porch, a clipboard in her trembling hands, her face a mask of grief.
My best friend, Molly, stood in my kitchen, a bright, helpful smile on her face. This scene was hauntingly familiar.
I knew this exact moment. I remembered the cold dread that followed, the fall down the porch stairs, the cracking sound as my head hit the concrete.
The memory was so vivid it felt like watching a movie of my own death. Molly had smiled as she helped set the trap that killed me.
She wanted me dead. She wanted my house, my inheritance, and Matthew, Debra' s charismatic, cheating husband.
They had a simple, brutal plan: frame me for weakening Caleb, use his death to turn the neighborhood against me, then get rid of me. In the first timeline, it worked perfectly.
But I was back. This time, I knew everything. When the Future Called
Modern My eyes shot open in "The Daily Grind," our favorite coffee shop, the bitter taste of espresso echoing a nightmare I couldn't shake.
Across from me, my boyfriend, Ethan, scrolled on his phone seemingly oblivious, while the barista, Sabrina Chavez, zeroed in on my new work laptop.
Her sweet voice dripped with poison as she commented on my "corporate" success, hinting at how Ethan "worked so hard" and how "nice" it must be to afford luxuries.
But her words weren't sweet to me; they were a chilling echo of a vivid nightmare, a terrifying memory of betrayal, public humiliation, and ultimately, absolute despair.
In that fading dream, this very conversation was the first domino in an avalanche that buried my career, my reputation, and eventually, my life, ending with a handful of pills.
I watched her, a chilling certainty settling in my bones: Sabrina, the "sweet small-town girl," wanted Ethan, but more, she wanted my life, and she saw me as nothing but an obstacle.
The memory of the nightmare became horrifyingly clear: a spilled coffee, a piercing gun, a Hepatitis C diagnosis, my life in ruins, ending tragically.
But this time, I wasn't just remembering; I was reliving the day it all began, and in this horrifying déjà vu, one thing was crystal clear.
This time, I would not be the victim. The Mistress, The Baby, And The CEO's Wife
Romance I flew from Texas to Boston, a bouquet of yellow roses beside me, ready to surprise Chloe for our fifth anniversary.
I imagined her delight, the simple life waiting for us back home.
But when I used her spare key and found her in that sterile city apartment, the surprise was all mine.
Chloe was heavily pregnant.
The roses fell as she confessed: our five years of shared sadness over infertility was a lie.
This baby wasn't ours; it was for her ex, Julian, who allegedly had a terminal illness.
Then Julian himself walked in, casually possessive, and Chloe defended him, shooing me out of what I thought was our home.
My heart didn't just break; it evaporated.
A "noble sacrifice"?
It felt like a sick joke, a cheap trick to excuse an unthinkable betrayal.
Why was he really here, and why did her story about his illness sound so rehearsed?
Something snapped.
Instead of walking away, I opened my laptop.
"Julian Croft Boston."
What I found-that he was already married to a powerful heiress, Scarlett Ashworth-Croft-ignited a cold fury.
I sent his wife an email.
Now, I had a plan. The First Lady's Secret Weapon
Romance They hailed me a hero when I finally awoke, weeks after taking a knife for the First Lady.
My father had garnered a new position, and my fiancé, Ethan, a prestigious fellowship, all thanks to my sacrifice.
I believed my immense pain had meant something noble for their future.
But my anticipated homecoming was no joyful reunion.
I found my adopted sister, Chloe, wearing my custom wedding dress, about to marry my fiancé, Ethan, right in my own living room.
My parents watched, their faces etched with complicity and defiance.
A brutal past instantly surfaced: the last time this occurred, it culminated in Ethan' s violence and my fatal abandonment.
I had been utterly discarded.
The searing pain of that past life' s betrayal and their brazen attempt to repeat it ignited a cold, calculated fury I'd never felt.
How could they so ruthlessly steal my honor, my very life, again, after I nearly died for them?
This time, the world wouldn't go dark.
I stood silent as they left for their 'perfect' day, my stillness a new weapon.
My resolve, forged in the fires of a terrifying past, was unshakeable.
Their carefully constructed world was about to crumble, and I knew exactly how to make it happen. The Alibi Killer
Modern As a film producer, late nights editing were normal, usually accompanied by the comforting thought of my daughter, Olivia, home from her film club.
But then the phone rang, and a police officer's chilling words sliced through my world: "It' s about your daughter, Olivia."
She was found brutally beaten in an alley and was clinging to life, her precious vintage camera shattered beside her.
At the hospital, amidst the sterile air, the true horror began as my wife, Isabella, Olivia' s own mother, calmly and chillingly framed me for the attack.
My alibi crumbled under her calculated lies, leaving me exposed as the prime suspect in my own child' s assault.
Later, a dashcam recording shockingly revealed Isabella conspiring with her lover, Marcus, planning my downfall and casually discussing Olivia as merely an inconvenient witness they needed to silence.
They froze my accounts, obstructed Olivia's critical medical care, and eventually, Isabella lured me to an alley, intending to drug me and plant 'evidence' to seal my fate.
How could the woman I loved orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal, not just against me, but against our critically injured child?
Why would she meticulously plot my destruction and casually allow our daughter to be silenced after all these years?
Left for dead, barely conscious, Marcus-my lifelong rival-leaned in to gloat, and as he adjusted his shirt, I saw a familiar tribal tattoo.
That tattoo, seen once years ago, instantly shattered Isabella' s entire narrative, revealing Marcus as the true architect of her past 'betrayal' and a shocking, decades-long manipulation that fueled her rage.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a miraculous phone call echoed: "Mr. Miller, your daughter, Olivia. She' s awake. She' s talking!" Loved Him Once, Cursed Him Forever
Fantasy Years ago, I, Elara, the last Silverwood Spirit Keeper, poured my very life force into the man I loved, Jackson Thorne, using forbidden magic to save him from a deadly illness, forever binding a part of my spirit to his.
But his gratitude withered into monstrous ambition, and the man I healed partnered with a vindictive lawyer, Tiffany, to unleash a fiery devastation upon my sacred Silverwood, burning our ancestral grove and slaughtering my peaceful tribe.
Now, a captive in their opulent lodge, built upon my people's ashes, I'm forced to endure a grotesque "celebration" where Jax and Tiffany auction off my tribe's most sacred relics, mocking my heritage and even branding me like cattle for my defiance.
As I watch my history turn to smoke and feel his corporate mark burning my skin, a searing injustice consumes me-how could the man I loved become such a monster, reveling in the utter desecration of everything I hold dear?
But with a final, desperate breath and the last sacred seed in my palm, I begin an ancient chant, unleashing the forbidden Soul-Echo ceremony, a terrifying spiritual reckoning that will force him to experience every agonizing memory, every ounce of my love, my sacrifice, and the unbearable pain of his betrayal, even if it's the last act of my shattered life. The Neglected Wife: Now Watch the Grove Roar
Fantasy My family has always been the quiet guardians of the Beaumont fortune, bound by an ancient Life-Pact to the sacred Redwood trees on their vast estate.
My own life force, and the prosperity of the Beaumonts, was intrinsically linked to the magnificent Patriarch tree and the ancestral Heartwood Amulet I wore.
Then, Evelyn arrived.
My husband, Arthur Beaumont, was instantly ensnared by his childhood sweetheart' s supposed terminal illness.
A "specialist" doctor declared her only hope lay in draining the life from our sacred Patriarch or my very own amulet.
Arthur, the man who once pledged eternal devotion beneath the ancient Redwoods, looked at me, not at Evelyn, and demanded I hand over the necklace or allow him to harm our holy tree.
He didn't wait for my consent.
He ripped the Heartwood Amulet from my neck, then smashed it against the Patriarch' s ancient roots, shattering both my legacy and my soul.
A searing agony ripped through me, and I watched in horror as my hair faded to grey and my body withered, each cut branch of the sacred tree echoing in my bones.
He dismissed my anguish as "theatrics," blinded by Evelyn's manipulative lies, even forcing me to witness the sacred desecration.
The betrayal wasn't just physical pain; it was a profound spiritual severing, a dismissal of everything I was and everything our pact represented.
How could he exchange our true, ancient bond for a baseless lie and a con artist's whim?
He accused me of selfishness, of hoarding the forest's magic, claiming Evelyn' s life mattered more than generations of sacred duty.
The Beaumonts had taken our protection for granted, but now they were actively destroying it all.
A chilling certainty formed through my suffering: this desecration would not end well for them.
Too weak to fight, I declared the Life-Pact broken, nurturing a single, tiny seedling from the Patriarch' s line as my last act.
My physical form died, but my spirit transcended, merging with the Redwood forest itself.
I became its eternal consciousness, a silent guardian over all Redwoods, watching as the land, no longer protected by our ancient magic, began to reclaim what was truly its own, ensuring the Beaumonts faced the full, brutal consequences of their sacrilege. The Unwanted Husband's Revenge
Romance My wife, Sarah, always craved something louder, something more, unlike my quiet integrity.
She'd called me to a Boston steakhouse, claiming a critical deal for her family's company, Ross & Sons.
But the meeting quickly devolved into a predatory ambush, led by the infamous corporate raider, Vic Sterling.
When I pointed out the deal's fatal flaws, Mark Jenkins, Sarah's COO, called her, and her voice, impatient and dismissive, echoed through the phone: "Alex, just stop creating problems.
Let the professionals handle it. Don't ruin this for us."
Sterling, appearing like a predator, then openly mocked me, calling me "the anchor" and a "relic" while Davies, his accomplice, snickered.
The ultimate betrayal came when Sarah herself walked in, ignoring my warnings, and with a star-struck smile, publicly announced, "Our marriage... it's run its course.
I'm choosing a future with Vic. Professionally, and personally."
They snickered and pushed divorce papers towards me, ready to discard me and our shared legacy like yesterday's trash.
The humiliation burned, a bitter taste, as they mistook my quiet nature for weakness, and my principled stand for a lack of ambition.
They boasted of their boundless power, completely unaware of the true, silent influence I possessed, built on generations of uncompromising integrity.
My patience had reached its limit.
With a calm hand, I signed the divorce papers, then reached for my phone, meticulously dialing a number that would shatter their carefully constructed illusion of invincibility. You might like
Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. Too Late, Mr. CEO: Watch Me Shine
Nieves Gómez Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire.
But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice.
"The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more."
Kayla's blood turned to ice.
"She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition."
The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log.
Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged?
Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down. Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
Hen Bu I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts! One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
SHANA GRAY The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. Shattered Mate Bond: The Secret Hacker Luna's Vengeance
Ben Nan After spending five grueling years securing the Madden Pack's empire, I thought my Alpha mate and I were finally building a perfect family.
But on my birthday, I returned home to find a thick, impenetrable wall of ice in our Mate bond.
Caden had completely shut me out to throw a lavish party for my half-sister, Adalynn.
He let Adalynn pollute our penthouse with her cheap perfume and brainwash my five-year-old daughter, Elara.
"Auntie Adalynn is a million times better than Mommy!"
Elara chirped happily to a camera, while Caden watched with a doting smile.
He publicly humiliated me, commanded the servants to ignore me, and deliberately fed Elara severe allergens just to spite my maternal rules.
When my pup ended up in the pack hospital gasping for air, Caden confiscated her tablet and roared at her to stop crying for the mother who "abandoned" her.
My heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
I couldn't understand how the man destined to protect my soul could twist my love into cruelty and use our helpless cub as a punching bag for his ego.
But the weeping, pathetic Luna died right there.
I calmly signed the divorce papers, surrendered all my assets, and walked out into the cold night.
Opening my encrypted laptop, I reclaimed my hidden identity as the global elite hacker "Ghost" and initiated a lethal protocol.
It was time to burn his entire world to the ground. 
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