Meng Fanhua
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The Price Of Their Cruel Deceit
Billionaires Three years after my fiancé, Kaden, left me at the altar, he crashed back into my life. He found me pregnant, living in the grand mansion he still believed was his birthright.
He wasn't alone. My ex-best friend, Chelsey, stood beside him, her eyes scanning the home with pure greed. They cornered me, their faces twisted with rage, demanding to know who the father of my "bastard" child was.
When I refused to answer their insane accusations, their questions turned to violence. They slapped me, shoved shards of broken glass into my mouth, and pinned me to the floor.
Chelsey smiled as she drove her stiletto heel into my stomach. Then Kaden delivered a final, brutal kick.
In that horrifying instant, I felt the tiny, fluttering life inside me go still. They had murdered my son.
They laughed when I sobbed that the baby belonged to Kaden's older brother, Angus. "Everyone knows he's sterile," Kaden sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "The car accident ten years ago made sure of that." They were so blinded by a decade-old rumor they refused to believe the impossible truth.
But just as they threw my broken body into the pool to drown, a car smashed through the estate gates. It was Angus. And they were about to learn the devastating truth: he wasn't just the baby's father. He was my husband. His Wife, Her Lover, Their Daughter
Romance The first time I knew my marriage was over was when I saw my wife Angela and our daughter Chaney laughing with Giovanni Brown at the private airfield. For ten years, I had been the perfect political husband, sacrificing my music career to be a stay-at-home dad and Angela' s smiling prop.
Then, this morning, I found the hotel receipts. Dozens of them, stretching back a decade, always two rooms booked but only one used, always on nights she was supposedly at a "political retreat" with her campaign manager, Giovanni. My world shattered.
At the airfield, Angela adjusted Giovanni' s tie, her smile warm and intimate, a smile I hadn' t seen in years. Chaney held Giovanni' s hand, looking up at him with adoration. I was the intruder. When I confronted them, Angela' s face paled, then flushed with anger, not shame. Chaney scowled, screaming, "Daddy, you' re embarrassing us!" She then delivered the final, killing strike, clinging to Giovanni and yelling, "You' re just a useless stay-at-home dad! Uncle Gio helps Mommy with important things!"
The humiliation was a physical thing, hot and suffocating. Angela didn' t defend me; she agreed. I realized I was just a service provider, a convenient accessory they no longer needed.
They thought I was nothing without them. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. Beyond the Fire: A Wife's Ultimatum
Billionaires They said our story was for the ages. Olivia and Ethan, childhood sweethearts who built an empire, Miller-Reed Tech, from nothing. Our marriage was supposed to be the final, perfect brick in our carefully constructed life.
Then, a week before our wedding, Ethan confessed to an affair with an intern, Chloe, dismissing it as a "mistake." I buried the pain, believing our love was strong enough to mend any crack.
Three years later, during a fire at our company, I saved Ethan from a falling beam, only to be crushed myself. He, however, ran past me, bleeding and pinned, to comfort Chloe who had only twisted her ankle. Later, in the hospital, he didn' t know I was near death, while diverting top medical teams for Chloe' s minor injury.
The betrayal escalated when Chloe brazenly visited my hospital bed. She flaunted Ethan' s devotion, admitted to setting the fire herself to make him a "hero," and then dropped the bombshell: she was pregnant with Ethan's child. She mocked my "cold bed," stating I was merely a "business partner," not a wife.
When Ethan finally confronted me, he saw my horrific injuries. But instead of remorse, he rationalized his neglect, claiming I was "too strong" to need him, unlike "fragile" Chloe. He begged for forgiveness, but when Chloe re-entered, attacking me, he shielded her, blaming me for "upsetting" her.
The ultimate choice was clear. With cold resolve, I gave Ethan an ultimatum: sign an uncontested divorce for half the company, or face an arson investigation against Chloe and a complicity charge against him. The clock was ticking. When Home Becomes A Nightmare
Modern My daughter, Lily, was just one month old when I hired Ms. Jenkins, a live-in nanny.
As CEO of my own tech startup, I needed help, and she came highly recommended.
But from the moment she arrived, she started subtly undermining me.
She criticized my career, told me "a mother's place is with her child," and openly suggested her daughter would be a better wife for my husband, Mark.
I tried to set boundaries, but her manipulative behavior escalated, culminating in her attempting to "ward off evil spirits" by shaking my baby with a pair of sharp scissors.
I immediately fired her.
But then, Ms. Jenkins put on a masterful show of emotional blackmail, pleading with Mark that she had nowhere to go.
Mark, ever the soft touch, sided with her, portraying me as heartless for wanting rid of a woman who had just endangered our child.
He guilttripped me, leveraging my privileged background against his own humble roots, twisting my compassion into a weakness.
Trapped, and to my eternal regret, I gave her one more week.
I hadn't solved a problem; I had merely delayed a disaster.
Two weeks later, returning home from a postpartum recovery center, I found the locks changed.
My house was in chaos, occupied by Ms. Jenkins, her "perfect homemaker" daughter Tiffany, Tiffany's destructive son, and Mark' s abrasive mother.
They had trashed my home, stolen my valuables, and were arrogantly claiming it was their house, that Mark owned everything.
Then, Brenda, Mark' s mother, handed me divorce papers signed by Mark, declaring he wanted me out with nothing.
My home invaded, my property plundered, my daughter threatened, and my marriage betrayed-I was stripped of everything.
How could the man I loved, the father of my child, conspire to leave me completely destitute?
Fueled by a cold, protective rage for my daughter, I activated the hidden cameras, sending an emergency text to my father.
I signed the divorce papers, a silent promise of the battle to come.
This wasn't over; it was just beginning. When Revenge Kills, Love Prevails
Billionaires My crystal glass felt cold, a stark contrast to the stifling ballroom where hundreds of people laughed around me.
Then I saw her, Scarlett Hayes, the city' s richest heiress, moving directly towards me, her cruel smile widening.
She publicly humiliated me, reminding everyone how her family funded my mother' s medical bills and my education. She' d always made it clear what I was: her servant, her puppet.
I was nothing more than a stand-in, a substitute for Liam, her obsessed-over step-brother. The constant abuse, the public shaming – it was all her game.
But then my phone rang. It was the hospital.
"Mr. Miller?" a nurse' s voice said, urgent. "It' s your mother."
A cold dread washed over me. I raced to the hospital, but it was too late.
My mother was gone. The payment for her emergency medication had been canceled, that very afternoon. By Scarlett.
She had done this. Her petty revenge had cost my mother her life.
The grief was a physical blow, but beneath it, something else simmered. The deal was broken. I had nothing left to lose.
I walked back to her mansion, left her key and her credit card on the table.
"My mother is dead," I said, my voice flat.
"Well, that' s not my problem," she retorted.
"No," I said, looking her directly in the eye for the first time without fear. "It' s not. Not anymore."
I turned and walked out, leaving my life as her puppet behind. For the first time in a year, I felt like I could breathe.
I was free. Or so I thought. My Family, My Betrayal
Modern The heavy iron gate groaned shut, a sound I knew too well after five years inside.
I stood there, a single duffel bag holding all that was left of my old life, traded my prison gray for ill-fitting civilian clothes.
Then a sleek black car pulled up, and Maestro Chen, the man who saw something in my prison-yard music, told me we were going home-my old home.
But "home" had already moved on, without me.
Liam Carter, a man with my face, had stolen everything: my fiancée Olivia, my family' s love, even my dog Apollo.
My family-my parents, Robert and Sarah, and my sister Emily-they didn' t just embrace him, they erased me, the painful reminder of a tragedy they preferred to forget.
They even cheered as Liam, the imposter who now wore my own sweater, feigned a heart attack to steal their sympathy, completely overshadowing my unwelcome return.
The word "family" turned to ash on my tongue as I realized I was nothing more than a ghost in my own house, a forgotten inconvenience.
I was a punchline to a cruel joke, a fugitive framed for arson by the very imposter my family rallied to protect.
They chose the lie, leaving me to burn, and then branded me a violent, unstable criminal to the world.
Completely alone, disowned, and hunted, I was staring into an abyss of betrayal I hadn't imagined possible.
But as I looked at the embers of my destroyed past, a cold certainty ignited: I wouldn't just disappear; I would rise.
I became Lloyd, severing every last tie, not merely to escape, but to orchestrate a crescendo of truth-a final, devastating performance to reclaim my name and expose the monsters they truly were. His Recipe, Their Ruin
Romance The roar of the crowd was deafening, chanting the name of our brewery, "Chadwick Ales!" We' d just won the biggest award in the country for my beer, a recipe I' d perfected, a dream my wife Nicole and I built from the ground up. I was about to go on stage to accept our gold medal.
But Nicole, my wife and CEO, stepped directly in front of me, blocking my path, and pulled her brand manager, Wesley, into the spotlight instead. He, the smooth-talking influencer who knew more about hashtags than hops, wrapped an intimate, possessive arm around her waist as cameras flashed, capturing them accepting my award.
Afterward, Nicole flatly announced I was being forced into a "sabbatical" due to "rumors" about her and Wesley, claiming it was for my own good. Wesley, smirking, handed me a box containing my personal effects, including my precious recipe notebooks - the soul of our brewery.
My heart didn' t just ache; it was a heavy, cold stone in my gut. The betrayal was so complete, so cold, I was left with only a quiet, resolute clarity. Then I went home to find Nicole and Wesley throwing a party in our house, celebrating their victory.
It was all a game, she whispered, trying to placate me. But I was done playing. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the divorce papers I' d had drawn up weeks ago. I just needed a reason to sign them. And she had given it to me, cold and clear. Celestial Heart, Mortal Betrayal
Fantasy I was Jocelyn Chavez, a celestial being on Earth for a sacred trial of love, fated to marry Pastor Ethan Lester in our quiet Pacific Northwest town.
Just hours before our wedding, Ethan came to me, his face cold, demanding I become a daily blood donor for my adoptive sister, Tara.
Tara had spun a malicious lie, claiming she saved him from a car crash when in truth, my forbidden celestial powers healed him, nearly destroying me.
He accused me of selfishness and drama, echoing Tara's cruel accusations that I had drugged him, then watched as my adoptive parents forced me to bleed myself daily, my life force draining away for their lies and greed.
I was dying, betrayed by the man I loved and the family who raised me, unable to reveal the truth of my divine nature due to ancient celestial law.
As my mortal body faded, I chose to sever my ties to this cruel world and return to the Celestial Realm, even if it meant facing a punishing penance, rather than enduring this slow, unjust demise. The Art of Un-Making: A Star's Vicious Comeback
Romance Eight years.
That' s how long I poured my soul into my music, my career, and the woman who molded me, Cassidy Vance.
We were a Nashville power couple, or so I thought.
My latest album, months in the making, sat unlistened on her desk while she flirted with some record label suit, her back always turned to me.
Then, a text. A grainy photo of Cassidy boarding a private jet with Cal Rivers, the new country-pop sensation, her "new project." She dismissed me with an ice-cold phone call about an "emergency meeting," then hung up.
Hours later, her Instagram shattered what was left of my world: a cozy cabin, a glass of wine, and a caption announcing Cal as her new "#muse."
My phone exploded. Public humiliation, accusations of being a jilted lover-it was relentless.
She called, not to apologize, but to threaten: "I made you, Liam. Don' t forget I can un-make you." To prove it, she froze my accounts, then revealed she' d sold my childhood home, the place where I wrote my first songs, for scrap. Everything I was, everything I loved, turned to dust.
How could someone I loved so deeply, someone I built my entire life around, betray me so completely?
My career, my home, my identity-all wiped away for a younger, more marketable model. Why did I ever trust her? How could she be so cold, so calculating?
Whispering a silent prayer to the voice in my head, "The Guide," I finally gave in: "Sever my love for her." Four years later, after surgically removing every last trace of the man I was, Noah Stone returns to Nashville. And the leading judge of "Nashville' s Next Legend" is Cassidy Vance. The Phoenix Plan
Sci-fi My phone buzzed on the morning of my SATs.
A text from Liam, my older brother, who vanished three years ago, right after his own SATs.
"Don't take the test. I'll explain. Don't tell Mom."
But the woman fussing over me wasn' t my Mom.
The scar on her neck was on the wrong side.
My 'dad' wore his watch on the wrong wrist.
They were imposters, eerily calm, forcing me towards that exam-the last thing Liam had endured before he disappeared.
Then, Liam's best friend, Ethan, seemed to join their twisted game.
He calmly told me Liam was dead and I was hallucinating.
My phone, once full of my own proof, was wiped clean.
They were systematically gaslighting me, pushing me to question my sanity.
Why were they so obsessed with this test?
What was truly happening?
Was I insane, or was it all a terrifying lie?
Just as I stood on the brink of despair, another text from Liam appeared, seemingly from nowhere.
He used our private "Phoenix Plan" code.
He confirmed my terrifying suspicion: I was trapped.
In a simulation.
And to truly escape, he wrote, "You have to jump. From where you are now."
It was my only hope.
So, I jumped. They Chose Wrong: The Trailblazer's Triumph
Fantasy My eighteenth birthday. Our small living room felt heavy with Mother Brenda' s looming expectations.
On the mahogany table, two lockets gleamed: the silver "Trailblazer Charm" and the dull gold "Wallflower Charm," said to shape destinies.
"Jessica is destined for great things," Brenda announced, pushing the Trailblazer toward my older sister.
In my first life, I meekly chose the Wallflower.
Jessica became a shining tech star, but ambition and betrayal tore her apart, dead before thirty.
My Wallflower life was a quiet whisper-unremarkable, a "manageable" wife in my wealthy husband's shadow.
Then, Jessica' s dying breath whispered a terrible truth about the Wallflower' s hidden power. Her warning painted a target; the same opportunists found me. My quiet life ended with a brutal, sudden stop.
I' d believed the Wallflower offered refuge, an easy existence. Instead, it delivered manipulation and an invisible death. It was a gilded cage.
The injustice burned fiercely. Was this cherished "charm" truly a curse, a deceptive lure for us both?
Suddenly, my eyes snapped open.
The oppressive living room, my eighteenth birthday, the lockets still gleaming.
Brenda's familiar favoritism began. But this time, Jessica' s greedy gaze was fixed on the Wallflower. She remembered too.
This choice wasn't about destiny-it was about survival. This time, I' d rewrite our story. From Neglected Wife to Tech Empress
Modern The spotlight hit Ethan, and the crowd cheered for our AI launch, the culmination of years of *my* groundbreaking work.
But my world shattered the instant his eyes, full of an affection he hadn't shown me in years, flickered to his assistant, Chloe, as he credited *her* with cracking *my* core algorithm.
That public lie, that possessive look mirroring my deceitful father, was a searing betrayal, instantly extinguishing the future of our unborn child.
The applause for *her* stock options felt like a funeral dirge for *my* genius; I walked out, terminating my pregnancy, then served him divorce papers.
His hand meeting my face was the final, brutal confirmation of his blindness and my freedom from everything we built.
How could one careless look unravel a decade, erase my professional identity, and destroy a family?
My unwavering truth compass guided me: I called an old friend, ready to build an ethical AI empire, armed with the intellectual property Ethan thought he owned.
Now, as his company collapses, he will finally face the agonizing truth of losing everything he never truly saw. You might like
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
Temple Madison I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires.
Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world.
My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets.
I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table.
"Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead." I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now
Krystal Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises-shattered in one gunshot moment.
Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia-while Aria was left bleeding and invisible.
"You almost died!"
"And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing."
Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move-marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective-and he plays for keeps.
Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give. Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning.
Will she finally become someone's first choice-or lose herself trying? Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
PageProfit Studio In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME
Mijaly After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for.
James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world.
Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? "
But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day.
James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation. Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye
Cait I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant.
But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over.
"Sign it,"
He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise.
I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth.
"It's just cramps,"
I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could.
Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus.
Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down.
He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach. 
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