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A Marriage Built on Lies

Modern

5.0

To save her family's empire, CEO Eliana King, known as the "Ice Queen," entered an arranged marriage with the rebellious artist Garrett Wolf. She saw him as a chaotic variable to be managed, a business deal. She never expected to be a pawn in his game of love. The devastating truth was that her husband was desperately in love with his childhood friend and muse, Serena Vance. Their entire marriage was a sham, a shield to protect Serena from his family's judgment, and a tool to make her jealous. When Eliana tried to divorce him, her own family, who knew the secret all along, had her brutally punished. Later, Garrett publicly forced a kiss on Eliana to provoke his lover, an act that ended with Serena attacking Eliana in a fit of jealous rage. In the hospital, Garrett's only concern was protecting Serena, proving Eliana's pain meant nothing next to his obsession. She was a tool, utterly disposable. This final betrayal ignited a fire in the ice. After a violent retaliation, she cut ties with her past and began celebrating her freedom. But the party came to a dead stop when Garrett appeared, his eyes burning with a rage meant only for her.

Unbound by Fate

Modern

5.0

I was kidnapped by the rival tribe of my Alpha. When it happened, my Alpha was watching the sunrise with his destined mate. When he got the call, he spoke to the kidnappers in a detached tone. "Keep her tied up. Let her learn her lesson and stop pestering me." In that life-or-death moment, I had no options left. I clung to the rival tribe's Alpha, my voice shaking. "Please... don't kill me. I'll do anything you say." By the time my Alpha finally remembered me, the rival tribe's Alpha looked down at my sleeping face in his arms and chuckled. "Too late. She doesn't have the strength to leave with you now."

The Lover Who Destroyed Her

Romance

5.0

I was a rising architect, deeply in love with Ethan Miller, my charismatic colleague who promised me a future. He called me his muse, swore he' d make me his wife. I believed him. Then came the crisis: a critical error in our biggest project, threatening the whole firm. In the packed conference room, under harsh lights, Ethan pointed directly at me. "Yes, it was her fault," he stated, clear and steady. The entire room turned. I became a pariah overnight, accused of fraud and disgrace. Colleagues whispered, mentors condemned me. The pain was unbearable, but Ethan only offered cold indifference, his attention now solely on Sarah Jenkins, his junior assistant. I collapsed in a forgotten office, suffering for days. When I finally found Ethan, he was tenderly bandaging Sarah's minor cut, just as he had in our previous life while I fended for myself. He dragged me away, his fingers digging into my arm. "Sarah' s injury is more pressing, Olivia. Why do you always have to compete with her? She' s delicate." I tried to leave the firm, but Ethan and the executives forced me to take the fall, signing a brutal severance and an NDA to protect Sarah' s career. Sarah flaunted Ethan' s mother' s watch, the one he' d given me when he proposed in our previous life, and announced their engagement. "Ethan and I are getting married. You'll wish us happiness, won't you?" Why was he doing this to me again? And why was I so readily accepting my ruin? My spirit was shattered, my body broken, yet I couldn't comprehend the depths of his betrayal, or the sinister logic behind his actions. But this time, I wouldn't just accept it. The memory of his cruelty, intertwined with the desperate kindness of a childhood friend, would soon chart a new course, away from the torment and into a fight for peace.

The Truth Unveiled: A Vengeful Bride

Romance

5.0

"I don' t want to marry him, Mom." The words were a whisper, a desperate plea from the master suite that was supposed to be my bridal sanctuary. My wedding was tomorrow, everything paid for, hundreds of people coming. Yet my mother, steady as ever, offered a way out: a ticket to Florence. Just hours before my dream wedding, I stumbled upon a nightmare. From my balcony, soft lights illuminated the shocking truth: my fiancé, Liam, the celebrated tech genius, was locked in a deep, familiar kiss with my stepsister, Chloe. It wasn' t just a stolen moment; it was a betrayal that shattered eight years of my life. I confronted my father, seeking solace, but he sided with Jessica, Chloe' s manipulative mother, who mocked my pain. He dismissed my feelings, accused me of hysteria, and finally, tragically, raised his hand to me in defense of his new family. The sting on my cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to the agony of knowing my own father chose them over me. Later, I discovered the true depths of Liam' s deceit. Security footage revealed him admitting I was merely a "ticket in," a stepping stone for his career, while his heart had always belonged to Chloe. He wore her picture in a locket, planning our future while loving her. The man I knew was a carefully constructed lie. The grief hardened into a cold, fierce resolve. I wouldn' t just disappear. My wedding day would still happen, but it wouldn' t be a celebration of love. It would be my stage for justice, a meticulously planned takedown. I was no longer the victim; I was the architect of their destruction, ready to pull the cornerstone from the empire Liam had built on my lies.

Free From Her Shadow

Sci-fi

5.0

My fiancée, Vivian, looked radiant in her white dress, laughing with another man at our engagement party. This was the tenth time. Each prior time, after I caught her betraying me, she would erase my memory of it, leaving me clueless, trapped in a cycle of her infidelity and my manufactured oblivion. But this time, it was different. I overheard her bragging to her lover, Kyle, that I, Ethan Miller, would forget everything, and still show up at the altar begging to marry her. It wasn't just the affair; it was her absolute, casual cruelty. My doctor had warned me: one more erasure and I risked losing all memories of Vivian, good or bad, forever. As I stood there, watching her and Kyle, the reality of her manipulation shattered my world. I confronted them, and in the ensuing chaos, I was left bleeding on the floor as Vivian rushed to Kyle's side, showing him the genuine concern she denied me. My last hope died that night. In the hospital, as Vivian prepared to erase my memory again, flashes of all nine past betrayals surged through my mind, a tidal wave of suppressed agony, and then darkness. I woke up at my own wedding, in a suit I didn' t recognize, with no memory of the woman walking down the aisle. When Kyle burst in, exposing Vivian' s betrayal, she abandoned me at the altar, running into his arms. I collapsed, feeling betrayed by a stranger, utterly lost. I had no idea who Vivian Hayes was, but a powerful, instinctual aversion told me I wanted nothing to do with her. Refusing to be her victim any longer, I walked away from everything, leaving my old life and her behind. I found a new path, a new identity in the boxing ring. But just as I reached the pinnacle of my new career, Kyle reappeared, revealing Vivian once again manipulated my life, ensuring my championship win was a staged farce. My rage, the phantom pain of nine forgotten betrayals, finally found its true target. I slammed the championship belt to the floor, telling her it was all a lie, and banished her from my life forever. I don't need to remember the details. I know, in my bones, what she is. Now, a legendary trainer has offered me a fresh start in Italy, a place where her ghosts can't reach me. This time, I' m building a life for myself, by myself, on my own terms.

Broken Man, Unbreakable Spirit

Romance

5.0

The air in my tiny apartment was heavy with the scent of lavender and burnt toast, a comfort that would soon become a sickening memory. My vintage Gibson, a direct link to my family' s musical legacy, rested on my bed – destined to be sold to save the woman I loved. "Are you sure about this, Alex?" Chloe asked, her voice laced with what I, foolishly, believed was genuine concern for her supposed terminal illness. But the moment the camera started rolling, the painful truth became devastatingly clear. Mark Johnson, Chloe' s ex, swaggered in, her hand intertwined with his, their faces twisted in triumphant sneers. "He' s such a pathetic loser," Chloe laughed, her voice bright and utterly devoid of the weakness she had been faking for a month. Every loving glance, every shared secret, every sacrifice I' d made for her was just a calculated move in their cruel game of revenge for a two-year-old scholarship. They wanted to humiliate me, to shatter my music, and to break my spirit for their twisted amusement, and they wanted it all on camera. They beat me, left my arm broken and my heart in ruins, filming every agonizing second for their viral masterpiece. Why would anyone, let alone the woman I' d given everything to, orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal? How could I have been so blind? But as I lay there, broken and bleeding on the cold studio floor, my phone buzzed with an unknown London number. A single call, a deceased grandfather, and a substantial inheritance became my unexpected lifeline, a way out of the abyss. I was broken, but not defeated. I would clean up their mess, not for revenge, but for my own survival. The desperate fool they knew was dead. And the man who rose from his ashes would burn their world to the ground.

Love in the Ashes

Romance

5.0

The dusty box held my father' s medal, a cold, heavy relic of a life shattered too soon. Then the call came – a hospital, an unfamiliar number, and the dreaded news: my brother, Michael, was brutally attacked, barely clinging to life. Memories flooded me: my father's dying wish to protect Michael, the years I spent raising him, only for this monstrous injustice to strike. General Sterling, my father's esteemed colleague, watched with unreadable eyes, while Thorne, the man responsible, sneered about a "bar fight" and sent me chilling threats. Police dismissed my pleas, the media shut down my story, and even Sterling' s socialite fiancée, Victoria, joined the chorus of dismissal, forcing me to confront Thorne alone and sparking a silent battle within me to unveil the truth my brother nearly died for.

The Venomous Wife's New Victim

Romance

5.0

I gasped, air burning my lungs, and woke up in my boyhood room, fifteen years in the past. My nightmare, my first brutal life at the hands of my venomous wife Tiff and her associate Marcus Thorne, was seemingly over. But then, my adoptive brother Kyle, with a greedy glint in his eye, declared at breakfast, "I want Tiff!" He remembered. Kyle, the arrogant fool, was reborn too, still chasing the very woman who had orchestrated my destruction. A cold, fierce joy ignited in me as I considered the drugs, the abuse, the helplessness I' d suffered in my past life at Tiff' s command. He was blindly walking into the same web of torment, envious of a "glamorous" life that had been my personal hell. The injustice of it, the sickening realization that he desired the very chains that had bound me, fueled a grim resolve. I died believing I was discarded trash, and Kyle' s casual disdain for everyone else had festered in my first life. But never again would I be a victim; this was my chance for justice, for everyone she' d hurt. "If Kyle prefers Tiffany," I said, meeting my adoptive father' s surprised gaze, "I have no objection to marrying Olivia Vance." My first move in a game of fate and vengeance had just been played.

His Calculated Betrayal

Fantasy

5.0

My name was Seraphina, Guardian of the Veil in Aethelburg, blessed with a loving husband, Malakor, and our son, Kael. My sacred duty was to ensure souls found serene passage into their next lives, maintaining cosmic balance. But then, something unthinkable happened: the Draught was secretly replaced, unleashing chaos upon Earth as souls were reborn remembering ancient pains. I, the Guardian, was blamed for this "Calamity" and unjustly banished to the harrowing Wailing Chasm for five torturous centuries. When I finally returned, a shadow of my former self, clinging to hope, my dearest husband and son greeted me with what seemed like true sorrow and unwavering belief. Yet, a horrifying secret, overheard by chance, tore my fragile world apart. It was revealed that Malakor sacrificed me to protect his ambitious sister, Lyra, who had orchestrated the entire catastrophe, using our own son, Kael, as her unwitting pawn. The family I adored had betrayed me, allowing me to suffer unimaginable torment just to preserve their status and shield Lyra' s cruel games. The shock, the sheer injustice, transformed my despair into a scorching rage as I saw the true depths of their calculated cruelty. I realized their reunion was a calculated lie, designed to break me further, and Lyra even stole my sacred ancestral robes, gloating in her victory. My only escape, my last hope, lay in the ancient Cipher of Thresholds, an artifact passed down through my lineage. I meticulously prepared my escape, leaving behind every last vestige of the life they had so casually destroyed. With the Cipher, I opened a gateway, choosing freedom and a new beginning over lingering in the ashes of their betrayal. I stepped through, severing every tie to Aethelburg, determined to rebuild a life where their shadows could never reach me again.