Qing Shui
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The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
Modern I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news.
"Parole denied."
My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU.
"Sign it. You walk out today."
I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation.
I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate.
I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood.
As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home.
"Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life."
I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground. Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge
Mafia My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city.
But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing.
The boy demanded my grandmother's bracelet—which was dangling from his wrist. When I reached to take back what was mine, Emilio didn't defend me.
He shoved me.
Hard.
I crashed backward into a wall of shattered glass. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor I had hand-picked, losing our unborn child, he didn't even look at me.
He was on his knees, wrapping his suit jacket around another woman's son to shield him from the debris.
In the hospital, the cruelty only worsened.
"It was an accident, Elana. Leo was scared."
He dismissed the death of our baby as collateral damage. He had given my family heirloom to his bastard child and chose them over me without hesitation.
I realized then that the Omertà—our sacred code of silence—was a lie. He had built a warm, loving shadow family while I was just a useful decoration waiting in a cold mansion.
He wanted to bury me in that life forever. So, I decided to give him a funeral.
I staged my suicide off the cliffs of the estate, letting the freezing ocean swallow Elana Thomas.
Now, everyone thinks the Don's wife is dead.
But in Zurich, a new woman named Elena is very much alive, and she’s coming back to burn his empire to the ground. The Architect Who Rose Anew
Modern A magazine cover celebrated me as "The Architect Who Built an Empire." It was supposed to be a triumph for me and my husband, Axel. Instead, it was the beginning of our end.
His adoration turned to ice overnight. He demanded I hand over my life's work-my museum project-to Bryn, a young intern he had suddenly taken under his wing.
He stole my project, publicly shamed me, and threatened to destroy my career. He sided with her lies, even as I lay bleeding on the floor of a gala while he chose to save her from a falling chandelier.
The final blow came when I miscarried our child. He dragged me from my hospital bed, accused me of faking it for sympathy, and abandoned me in a cold, derelict warehouse.
This was the man who once swore he'd always champion my dreams. He had become a monster, and I was left with nothing but the ashes of the life we built.
But as I fled the city with nothing but a single bag, a new resolve hardened within me. They thought they had broken me. They had no idea what they had just unleashed. Second Chance, Deadly Trap
Fantasy One moment, I was just Sarah, pulling weeds from my tomato patch under the hot Nebraska sun, living the quiet farm life I' d painstakingly built.
The next, a chilling wave of memory, raw and horrifying, washed over me – memories of another life, a past I' d lived and died.
And with that horrific clarity, I saw him again: Mark, my husband, the man who disappeared seven years ago, now limping up our driveway, playing the pathetic, broken-down prodigal son.
My heart didn't leap; it solidified into a cold, hard stone, because I remembered everything he'd done in that other life.
I remembered how we' d welcomed him in, how my in-laws had drained their life savings, how I'd sold my mother's last keepsakes, all out of love and misguided pity.
I remembered how he' d squandered every penny on his secret city wife and her gambling debts, then, when the money ran out, tried to sell our farm out from under us.
I remembered the barn burning, the livestock screaming, the loan sharks he brought to our door, leaving us with nothing but ashes, debt, and the bitter taste of his laughter as he drove away.
None of us survived that first time.
Now, he was back, with the same tattered clothes and the same practiced look of sorrow, mouthing the same fake emotions: "Sarah, I finally made it home."
My blood ran cold with the memory of starving in the winter, of seeing my mother-in-law cry, of the life he had so casually incinerated.
I would not let it happen again.
This time, I would not be the same naive country wife; I would make sure he walked into a trap of his own making, a trap from which he would never escape. Digital Detox Survival Challenge
Romance The last thing I remembered was the cold, not from the biting wind in the remote forest, but the icy grip of utter betrayal.
My own family, my sister Ashley, my parents, stood by a luxury RV, watching me.
Ashley screamed for the camera, a performance of feigned terror, then shoved me hard, sending me stumbling towards the grim-faced survivalists waiting in the shadows.
I later learned, in the brief, hellish time before I died, that the video of my "accident" went viral.
Ashley' s follower count exploded, millions celebrating my demise, fueled by my family's lies about my supposed tech addiction and instability.
They raked in donations and sponsorship deals, building a life of grotesque luxury upon my very corpse.
Then, there was only crushing darkness.
Until now.
My eyes snapped open to the familiar white ceiling of my bedroom.
My heart hammered, a trapped bird, but there were no wounds, no lingering chill of death.
Frantically, I grabbed my phone, and the date glowed back, October 12th-the very day they coerced me into the "digital detox survival challenge."
I was back.
A hysterical laugh bubbled from my throat, a wild, unhinged sound.
"You' re finally awake, Ashley has the most wonderful idea," my mother, Brenda, cooed, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
Ashley appeared, phone already rolling, a predatory smile on her face.
"Sissy! We need a family trip, a real bonding experience!"
They stood there, these soulless monsters who profited from my murder, smiling.
Last time, I fought, I pleaded, I was worn down by their emotional blackmail, used for my skills, then discarded.
But this time would be different.
A slow, chilling smile spread across my face, one that didn't reach my eyes.
"That sounds like a fantastic idea," I said, my voice smooth as glass.
I would play my part, be the compliant daughter, the sister who had finally seen the light.
And then, deep in the wilderness, far from any help, I would make them pay.
I would give them the authentic survival content they craved, just not in the way they expected.
The hunt was on. The Bullet I Took For You
Romance For five blissful years, I poured my heart and soul into saving Ethan Lester, the tragic hero from a TV show, now the man I loved.
Our wedding was just seven days away, my mission 99% complete, a lifetime of happiness within reach.
Then, his voice, thick with emotion, echoed from the guesthouse.
"Annie, I never stopped loving you."
He declared I was just "static," background noise to his enduring love for Annabel, his wealthy ex-fiancée.
The woman whose family destroyed him.
The woman for whom he promised to still take a bullet.
That promise felt like a bullet through my own heart, erasing my entire existence, my sacrifice of literally taking a bullet for him.
How could he betray me so completely, after all we had built, after the life I gave him back?
I yanked out my phone, contact the program, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands: "I want to pull the plug. I' m going home." Unraveling Fifty Years of Silence
Romance At seventy, my body failed, but my mind was sharp with the bitterness of a fifty-year marriage to a woman I was certain never loved me back.
My final words, a rasping confession of lifelong regret, were, "If I could do it all over again, I would never love you."
Then, darkness, a profound silence, and suddenly, light flooded my vision as I shot awake, an eighteen-year-old in my childhood bedroom, strong and healthy.
This was my second chance, and I vowed to rewrite my bitter past, starting with Jocelyn Anderson, the ice queen who had unknowingly broken my heart for half a century.
I meticulously planned to shun her, using my knowledge of the future to build an empire, while deliberately acting aloof and uninterested, pushing her away at every turn.
But then, she inexplicably transferred to my school, sat next to me in class, and shockingly appeared on the football field with Gatorade.
My carefully constructed aversion shattered as I accused her of loving another, blinded by the phantom pain of my first life's perceived betrayal.
Just as I walked away, broken-hearted and accepting my fate, her trembling voice hit me like a physical blow: "You think you're the only one who remembers?"
"You were my husband for fifty years, Ethan," she whispered, her words confirming the impossible.
But then Wesley Fowler, whom I believed was her lover, arrived, pulling her away and reigniting the crushing certainty that she was still lying, still choosing him.
How could this be happening again, even with a second chance, even with her claiming to remember?
The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke, ensuring my sorrow spanned two lifetimes, leaving me with an agonizing question: if we both remembered, why was she still choosing him, still living the lie that destroyed us?
I fled, seeking escape in Maine, only for her to follow, confronting me with a truth so profound it would either heal my soul or shatter it completely, forcing me to confront the fifty-year misunderstanding that defined my existence. His Unwanted Wife: The Queen of Comebacks
Romance My mother, the CEO of a media empire, gave me a choice between two men for a strategic marriage: my charming Yale tutor or my stoic head of security.
But I'd already lived this life, and I knew the truth: my tutor, Professor Blakely, was conspiring with the "sweet" intern, Sabrina, while my trusted security chief, Andrew Scott, was blindly devoted to her.
In my past life, they plotted against me, framed me for incompetence, and even delivered a laxative-laced energy drink to publicly humiliate me during a major charity gala.
Their betrayal extended to a staged kidnapping, a fabricated "dead" security guard, and a corporate scheme designed to destroy my family's empire, turning my supposed allies into my worst enemies.
Why did they hate me so much, and why would the men I once thought I loved sacrifice everything to elevate a conniving intern?
This time, reborn to the exact moment of choice, I knew I wouldn't fall for their traps; instead, I'd marry the family's shadowy, emotionless "fixer," Wesley Hughes, turning him into my ultimate weapon. The Comeback Heiress
Billionaires My eyes flew open, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying memory-a visceral replay of my own brutal death.
My inherited room was familiar, luxurious, yet the images flickering behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted metal car wreck, my own choked screams echoing in a silent void.
Before that, the faces of those who had meticulously orchestrated my demise flashed into view.
Izzy Vance, my father's "charity case," who wore my family's legacy and my triumphs like her own skin.
Channing "Chad" Astor III, my indifferent fiancé, his eyes dismissing me as a mere stepping stone.
Even my own brother, Harrison, looking right through me, his ruthless ambition a cold, sharp blade that cut me down.
They hadn't just killed me; they had systematically dismantled my life, piece by hateful piece, before ending it all in a fiery crash that was no accident, but a calculated murder.
And now, inexplicably, I was back.
21 again.
On the precise day my public downfall began in that wretched past life.
The day of the infamous "Starlight Seraph" necklace incident, the manufactured tantrum, and tailored narrative that branded me as jealous and unstable.
The memory of their insidious treachery, of being utterly played, burned with an acidic clarity.
Why was I sent back to this cruel inflection point?
How could I have been so blind?
The injustice was a suffocating shroud, but beneath it, a freezing rage began to ignite.
But no.
Not this time.
This time, there would be no tears, no agonizing screams.
This time, I would not just survive.
This time, I would utterly win. His First Love, My Last Hope
Romance My marriage to Ethan was a practical arrangement, but I secretly longed for true love. When I unexpectedly discovered I was pregnant, a fragile hope blossomed-perhaps this baby would finally forge a real family.
That hope shattered instantly. Outside the clinic, I found Ethan tending to his college sweetheart, Chloe Vanderbilt, dramatically faking a migraine. He dismissed me entirely, ordering me to run errands for her, treating me like an errand girl, not his wife. Chloe's return was a relentless, calculated campaign.
Her carefully curated social media posts, featuring Ethan's relaxed smiles and comforting embraces with her, became a constant public humiliation.
He'd rationalize his growing closeness, always prioritizing her "fragility" over my very existence. The final blow came via a video: my husband, kissing her deeply at a gala I was told I was "too tired" to attend.
Overwhelmed, I confronted him, signing the divorce papers he' d pre-signed years ago. But Chloe wasn't done. She set a vicious trap, coercing a former friend to falsely accuse me of plotting against her. Ethan, blinded by Chloe's performance, instantly believed I was capable of malice, dismissing my desperate pleas.
The ultimate devastation struck: Chloe deliberately pushed me down the stairs, resulting in a brutal, agonizing miscarriage.
Ethan, finding us, rushed to Chloe's side, cradling her fabricated injuries, utterly abandoning me as I lay bleeding, my child slipping away.
In that harrowing moment, all love and hope died, replaced by an unyielding resolve to uncover the truth and finally, irrevocably, reclaim my life from their poisonous lies. 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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