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His Secret Son, Her Public Shame
Modern I was Aliana Donovan, a resident physician, finally reunited with the wealthy family I' d been lost from as a child. I had loving parents and a handsome, successful fiancé. I was safe. I was loved. It was a perfect, fragile lie.
The lie shattered on a Tuesday when I discovered my fiancé, Ivan, wasn't at a board meeting but at a sprawling mansion with Kiera Reese, the woman I was told had a mental breakdown five years ago after trying to frame me.
She wasn' t disgraced; she was radiant, holding a little boy, Leo, who giggled in Ivan' s arms.
I overheard their conversation: Leo was their son, and I was merely a "placeholder," a means to an end until Ivan no longer needed my family's connections. My parents, the Donovans, were in on it, funding Kiera' s lavish life and their secret family.
My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d found-was a carefully constructed stage, and I was the fool playing the lead role. The casual lie Ivan texted me, "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home," while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow.
They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. His Deceit, My Vengeance
Romance I stood at the awards ceremony, basking in the success of my firm, Miller Thompson, and eagerly anticipating my fiancé David Chen' s arrival. He' d texted that he was in a last-minute investor meeting, brimming with pride for me.
Then I saw the ring. On another woman' s hand. The Möbius strip engagement ring I had designed for David, the one he claimed he' d lost six months ago in Singapore. And then I heard her on the phone, cooing to "David" about their child, Leo, and him laughing in the background.
My world shattered. David, my loving fiancé who talked about our future, was secretly a husband and father living a parallel life-a life I was unknowingly funding. All those late nights, "tech conferences," and tearful stories about "lost" rings were elaborate lies designed to extract my money and trust. My heart pounded with the sickening realization: I was his chief investor, not his partner in love.
How could I have been so blind? He was the architect of my dreams, or so he said. He was everyone' s favorite, my parents adored him. All the while, he was building another life with someone else, using my money, my network, and my love as his foundation. Every memory we shared, every promise he made, turned into a grotesque parody of the truth.
The fury that replaced my shock solidified my resolve. I dropped the phone on his name and typed two words: "Call me." This was no longer about heartbroken despair; it was about cold, calculating vengeance. He had stolen my future, my money, and my trust. Now, I would make him pay. Love Forged in Flames of Hate
Young Adult The fire consumed everything.
It wasn' t an accident. I lit it myself, watching the flames devour the apartment where I' d cried for so many nights, wiping away the misery.
Across the room, Tiffany Chen, my former roommate and so-called friend, was tied to a chair, her eyes wide with terror, her expensive clothes torn and dirty.
She was the one who lured me, a naive college kid struggling with tuition and rent, into her family' s predatory online loan scheme.
She promised quick cash, easy approval, a solution to all my problems.
Instead, the money never materialized, the interest rates ballooned to illegal levels, and the "online loan" turned into a hundred-thousand-dollar nightmare.
When I couldn't pay, she forced me into her family' s "club" -a hellhole where rich men paid to do whatever they wanted, and I was just another girl forced to endure their hands.
But that wasn't enough. She released photos and videos of me online, sending them to my university and my quiet hometown.
The shame broke my parents; my father died of a heart attack, and my mother drowned herself a week later.
With nothing left to lose, I found Tiffany, doused her apartment in gasoline, and watched her scream as the flames reached her.
Then, a blinding light, a jolt, and I gasped awake, not in a burning apartment, but in my old dorm room.
Tiffany Chen sat at her desk, putting on makeup, looking young, happy, and completely innocent.
"Bad dream?" she asked, with the same smile that started my nightmare.
The date on her digital clock confirmed it: I was back at the very beginning.
This time, I was ready to play a different game. The Man She Had To Hide
LGBT+ Today was my 18th birthday, the day I was supposed to inherit a fortune and officially become the man my family expected.
But all I wanted was to be the woman I truly was, especially for Chris, my best friend.
Then, at my birthday party, I suddenly heard it – Chris' s thoughts, loud and clear.
He loved me. Not as his male best friend, Alex, but with a fierce, forbidden passion that surprised even him.
He was willing to throw away his wealthy fiancée, his family' s expectations, and his entire future, all for "Alex."
It was the most incredible, terrifying revelation.
How could I possibly tell him the truth – that the "man" he loved was actually Alexandra, a woman forced to pretend for 18 years?
My carefully laid plans to confess shattered, replaced by the terrifying realization that my truth might break the man who loved me more than anything.
I knew then: I had to secure my family' s future, then, and only then, could I reveal the real me, and pray his love was as strong as his thoughts proclaimed. The Path Less Traveled
Romance The heavy champagne glass felt wrong in my hand; I was thirty-six, not sixteen, moments from my life imploding.
But here I was, back at my sweet sixteen party, the terrifying start of two decades of hell.
My step-sister, Chloe, just offered me a spiked drink, the same one that had once drugged me, leading to a staged scandal that branded me a gold-digger and forced me into a loveless marriage with Liam, my cold, manipulative fiancé.
I remembered every agonizing detail: the public humiliation, Liam' s family discarding me like trash after I' d bled myself dry saving their failing business, and my eventual lonely death in a hospital bed.
I clutched my glass, a spark igniting in the darkness of my memories-I knew the script this time, and I was going to burn it to the ground. The Twin They Tried To Erase: My Mother's Million-Dollar Lie
Modern My final ballet scholarship audition was supposed to be my destiny.
Instead, I found myself in a police interrogation room, accused of stealing from a sick girl.
My own mother sat beside me, dabbing fake tears, whispering for me to confess to a "moment of weakness" while orchestrating my ruin.
They showed me a security photo of a girl who looked exactly like me stuffing cash from a donation box.
I denied it, but the overwhelming evidence, coupled with my mother' s performance, painted me as a desperate thief, shattering my ballet dreams and reputation.
I couldn' t understand why my mother, the one person who should have supported me, was so determined to destroy my life.
For years, she had subtly sabotaged my auditions-a slippery substance on my pointe shoes causing a career-ending injury, a powerful laxative in my "power smoothie" making me miss another crucial tryout.
Now, she was pushing me to confess to a crime I didn't commit, driving me to the brink of suicide.
Lying in a hospital bed after a desperate overdose, a chilling truth clicked into place: my grandmother' s multi-million dollar trust fund, accessible at 21 or upon "significant professional success," would go to my mother if I died or was deemed incompetent.
It was never about my ballet; it was about the inheritance, and every "accident" was a calculated attempt to break me.
In that moment, I knew I had to fight back, not as a victim, but with every fiber of my being. The Silent Liberator
Modern The Hugheses' estate shimmered with white roses and sunlight, a picture-perfect setting for Caleb' s wedding.
I stood at the edge of the manicured lawn, a single dark spot in a sea of pastel suits.
He was marrying a kind schoolteacher named Nicole, a carefully chosen part of the gilded cage his adoptive parents had built around him.
I just looked past them, toward the white tent where Caleb stood, a stranger in his expensive tuxedo.
He looked like the town' s beloved veterinarian, the perfect son.
But I knew the real Caleb, the boy who hid under flimsy beds in the foster home, the one who dreamed of the ocean.
As he cut the cake, I slipped through the guests, a quiet shadow.
I leaned in close, lips beside his ear.
"It' s okay to be you."
For a terrifying second, nothing happened.
Then, his entire body went rigid.
The polite smile shattered like porcelain.
He snatched the cake knife and lunged, stabbing Nicole repeatedly.
Blood bloomed across her white dress, turning the perfect wedding into a scene of horror.
They took Caleb, catatonic, and me, silent.
Detective Stevens looked at me, weary and cynical.
"You whispered something in his ear, and he butchered his new bride. What did you say?"
I stayed silent.
They called me a witch, a puppet master, a monster.
I watched Nicole' s parents weep on TV, calling for my arrest, and felt a deep, hollow ache for them, for her.
No one understood.
Five years later, the Hugheses announced Caleb' s "recovery" and a grand welcome-home party, on the anniversary of the wedding.
They were putting him back in his cage, this time with reinforced bars.
I knew it was time.
I pulled out the navy dress. A Year To Find Forever
Romance My husband, Ethan, had been by my side for ten years, treating me with unwavering devotion, a quiet chef supporting my empire.
I was Jocelyn Anderson, COO of a hospitality giant, a Wharton graduate, and frankly, too busy to notice. I saw him as steady, uncomplicated-a strategic move to keep my family off my back, nothing more.
Then, he served me divorce papers. Not with a shout, but with a flat, hollow voice that cut deeper than any anger. He'd found an old email, a careless confession I'd sent before our wedding: I' d called him "safe," a "placeholder."
He was gone.
His things vanished from our silent condo, his number blocked. My family sneered, relieved the "gold-digger" was gone. But for the first time, seeing his absence, hearing their cruel words, I felt a panic I couldn't explain. I saw the empty space he left, the quiet support I'd taken for granted.
A friend' s blunt truth hit me: "You'll wear him out."
And I had. He wasn't just a husband; he was the anchor I never knew I needed. Now, he was free, pursuing his dreams without me. The thought alone was a punch to the gut.
I chased him across the country, from Wyoming to Seattle, desperate to apologize, to explain, to salvage what I finally realized was precious. But he was cold, detached, a stranger.
"You're just not used to me being gone," he said. "This isn' t love, it' s habit."
Then came his ultimate challenge: "Hike the Skyline Trail to Panorama Point in six hours.
If you make it, we' ll talk." I stood at the mountain's base, in designer loafers and a business suit, facing the impossible. I accepted. Wife Undisclosed: The Ultimate Power Play
Romance My manager Brenda was hounding me for content to revive my flat music career. To get her off my back, I casually posted a mirror selfie wearing my husband, NFL superstar Liam O' Connell' s, custom varsity jacket.
Within an hour, my phone exploded. The internet went wild, declaring I was faking it for clout, trying to ride the coattails of a man I supposedly didn' t know. Then pop star Ashley Vance, who' d been aggressively pushing a fake "power couple" narrative with Liam, jumped in. She posted a picture of herself in a cheap knockoff, publicly accusing me of being "fake talent with fake everything."
Her millions of fans, the "Vance Vipers," swarmed my social media, tearing me apart. They called me a clout-chasing wannabe, comparing me to Ashley and saying she wore it better. It was a vicious online assault, fueled by lies and jealousy.
The absurdity of it all burned me. How could something so innocent twist into this public circus, all while the truth – that Liam was my husband – remained a secret? Was I supposed to just take it?
My answer came in the form of a reality TV show offer. "Paradise Match" wanted me. And Ashley Vance was already on the cast list. I accepted. Game on. Reborn to Reject: The Heiress's Final Choice
Modern Ava Vanderbilt, heiress to an old-money fortune, was born into a gilded cage.
Twice before, she'd lived this life, destined to marry one of the "Golden Trio" – Ethan, Liam, or Noah.
But in every lifetime, their hearts, and all their sacrifices, belonged to Isabella "Izzy" Rossi, the conniving estate manager's daughter.
Izzy, a master manipulator, always played the innocent victim, while Ava endured public humiliation, neglect, and the painful ruin of her husbands.
Now, reborn a third time, Ava faced the same suffocating expectations.
She refused to repeat the past, rejecting the trio and choosing Julian Mercer, a sharp-minded tech mogul, for a marriage of strategic stability.
But Izzy wouldn't release her hold.
At Ava's engagement party, Izzy unleashed a public spectacle, portraying herself as a tragic martyr and manipulating the trio into abandoning Ava yet again.
They stormed off, pledging their devotion to Izzy, leaving Ava to face a ballroom full of shocked onlookers.
How could these powerful men be so utterly blind, so completely enthralled by such transparent deceit?
The bitter taste of repeated betrayal, and the sheer audacity of Izzy's endless drama, ignited a cold fury within Ava.
This time, Ava Vanderbilt would not just escape her fate; she would dismantle the masquerade entirely.
With Julian's unexpected and unwavering support, she vowed to expose Izzy, free herself from her past tormentors, and forge a life undeniably her own. Beyond the Stuntman
Modern Jack Riley, a top Hollywood stunt coordinator and a discreet civilian specialist for the Department of Defense, was heading to a classified flight.
After six critical months away on a secret vehicle testing project, he' d left his multi-million dollar company, Riley's Precision Stunts, and his personal finances in the seemingly capable hands of his longtime fiancée, Brenda.
He thought he could trust her with everything.
However, his composure shattered on the freeway when a bright orange McLaren recklessly swerved, brake-checked him, and caused a violent collision.
The driver, Kyle "King Kyle" Peterson, a preening social media pest, immediately started boasting about his "sugar mama" buying his six-figure supercar.
The cold truth hit Jack: it was the exact McLaren Brenda had cooed about wanting for an anniversary gift – a gift he' d wisely refused.
Then came the deeper blow: Kyle called Brenda, and her sickeningly sweet voice confirmed she was his "baby," mocking Jack and his truck, declaring it "worthless."
She then shockingly attempted to have him "fired" from his own company, even bringing her imposing "assistants" to underscore her authority.
Outsiders watched, openly judging Jack, thinking he was just some old, pathetic man.
The sheer audacity of her betrayal churned in Jack' s gut.
How could the woman he' d loved, the woman he' d empowered and trusted with his entire life' s work and fortune, not only be cheating but actively plundering his company and brazenly siding with a narcissistic opportunist against him, all while he' d been serving his country?
The injustice was a suffocating weight.
But Jack Riley was no ordinary man.
A master of strategic thinking and quiet resilience, he decided then and there, amidst the chaos.
He would play their twisted game, allowing them to dig their own graves.
He' d meticulously expose every layer of deceit, beginning his calculated, devastating counter-attack that would reclaim everything they thought they' d stolen from him. Reborn to Heal: A Doctor's Revenge
Modern I was Dr. Evelyn Hayes, a surgeon at the top of my game, fresh off a miracle save – Jake Riley, his body shattered from an industrial accident.
My innovative techniques, honed under Colonel Miller, had snatched him from the brink of death.
But then, the whispers started.
Whispers from my ambitious junior, Dr. Chad Becker, and my beloved fiancé, Leo Maxwell.
They fed doubts to Jake's parents, leading them to disregard my strict post-op plan.
Predictably, tragically, Jake developed a fatal complication.
Mrs. Riley, consumed by grief, screamed I had killed her son, accused me of experimenting.
Leo, the man who promised me forever, stood by Chad, leaking falsified records to the press.
Headlines screamed, "Surgeon's ambition kills patient!"
Jake's father, a broken man, found me near the parking garage.
His grief-fueled rage left me bleeding, the world turning to darkness.
Chad stood over me, his voice chillingly smooth: "This department needs a leader who doesn't take wild risks. Leo helped show everyone the 'truth.'"
The vicious smear campaign, the monstrous online hate – it all killed my elderly parents, one after the other.
My life, my reputation, my family – all destroyed by betrayal and lies.
How could the man I loved conspire with my rival to ruin everything?
The searing pain, the immense injustice, the burning question of why consumed my last breath.
Then, blinding light.
I gasped, feeling for bruises that were eerily absent.
The ER monitor displayed the date: the very day Jake Riley was first admitted.
I was back.
This time, armed with foresight, things would be terrifyingly, powerfully different. You might like
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon Samorodnitsky After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken." Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?
Mia Caldwell In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end.
Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced.
This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak.
Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely.
Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings? Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Theodora Birnir The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life.
To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers.
When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance.
Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?"
Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling." 
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