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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling
Romance For three years, Arden endured a cold, loveless marriage with Julian Sterling, punished daily for a paparazzi trap she never planned.
On the night of their third anniversary, she saw the trending news.
Julian was photographed tenderly shielding his mistress, Sloane, from the rain.
He had bought Sloane a breathtaking diamond necklace, while sending his assistant to hand Arden a cheap, tacky replica as an afterthought.
The humiliation got worse the next morning when Julian hijacked Arden's work project, making Sloane the guest of honor at an exhibition Arden had spent six months planning.
When Arden confronted him, he shielded his weeping mistress and delivered the ultimate insult.
"Sloane will be the highlight of the evening. She'll be wearing The Midnight Gala."
That legendary sapphire heirloom was strictly reserved for the wife of the Sterling family.
When a heartbroken Arden calmly handed him a signed divorce agreement, giving up her rights to every single penny, Julian completely lost his mind.
He dragged her up the stairs by her wrist, threw her onto the bed, and violently pinned her down, snarling that his family only had widows, not ex-wives.
Arden couldn't understand it. He despised her, treated her like a scheming gold-digger, and gave all his love to another woman.
So why did he go completely insane and refuse to let go when she finally stepped aside?
After slapping him hard across the face to snap him out of his violent frenzy, Arden watched him flee the room in horror.
She calmly pulled out her old suitcase and packed her encrypted laptop—the secret vault of her true identity as the famous anonymous designer, 'Elinor'.
Leaving the grand estate behind in the pouring rain, Arden chose to finally reclaim her life. The Alpha's Stolen Mate And Her Hidden Destiny
Werewolf I was the wolfless human fiancée of a powerful Alpha, playing the perfect future Luna while working as his top jewelry designer.
But at the pack's annual gala, I overheard my fiancé talking to his best friend on the terrace.
"With a wolfless, it's like holding a cold stone. This engagement ends as soon as my father's project is finalized."
He planned to dump me for his true love, a "real she-wolf" named Kaitlyn. To force me to break the engagement so he could play the victim, he publicly humiliated me, blaming me for a fake injury Kaitlyn sustained years ago. He gave my office and my prestigious design opportunities to her, and even let her flaunt my custom-made jewelry online.
"Eleanor said this would look better on the future Mrs. Stone."
I had given him years of devotion, only to be treated like a disposable pawn and branded a coward. Did he really think his Alpha authority could crush my spirit and make me beg?
I didn't shed a single tear. I quit his company, plastered our penthouse with photos of his cheating, left my ring behind, and boarded a flight to London. As the plane taxied, I sent him one final text.
"I, Ellery Simon, reject you, Jagger Stone, as my mate." The Heiress And Her Alpha's Secret Twins
Werewolf I woke up in a strange hotel room with a pounding headache, my mother's delicate silk gown ripped to shreds on the floor.
Two months later, an ultrasound confirmed my worst nightmare: I was pregnant by a faceless stranger.
When I desperately sought comfort from my fiancé, Ethan, he publicly broke our engagement in a crowded café.
"The Miller family will not accept a woman carrying another man's bastard."
But the real blow came when I saw my younger sister, Vivian, clinging to his arm with a triumphant smirk.
She had drugged me at the gala and orchestrated my absolute ruin.
When I ran home for help, my father didn't care about the truth.
He slapped me, ripped up my ultrasound report, and kicked me out of the house penniless just to protect the family's stock price.
I was stripped of everything, forced to flee the country as a disgraced outcast while my sister happily stole my fiancé and my life.
For six years, I hid in the shadows, raising my twins and wondering who the man from that night was.
Now, I've returned as "Ada," an underground medical legend.
And the dying, powerful Alpha billionaire I just saved in my secret clinic?
He has the exact same face as my six-year-old son. The Abused Wife Is A Mafia Heiress
Mafia My mother sacrificed her youth, her secret Mafia Princess status, and her entire fortune to help my father rise to the rank of Capo.
But in return, he flaunted his pregnant mistress and declared her unborn baby as his only true heir.
When the mistress faked an assault and a miscarriage, my father blamed my mother without a second thought.
He ordered his enforcers to drag her into a dark room, commanding them to violate her just like his rivals had done to her years ago.
To escape the brutal humiliation, my mother jumped out of the second-floor window, her blood pooling on the cold concrete.
My father looked down at her shattered body with utter disgust, claiming she was just playing dead to scare him.
He didn't know that the mistress had framed her, and he didn't know the lost baby was never his.
He also didn't know that my mother was not a helpless orphan, but the missing heir to the most powerful Syndicate in the country.
Just as he slapped me across the face and demanded I kneel to his mistress, a fleet of armored SUVs slammed to a halt at the gates.
The terrifying Don Rossi stepped out, staring at the blood on the ground and the red mark on my cheek.
"We have been searching for our daughter for six years," the Don said, his voice like ice. "And I swear a brutal Vendetta against you." The CEO's Fake Wife And Secret Triplets
Billionaires Seraphina, a broke single mother of triplets, snuck into a billionaire's charity gala just for the free food, desperate to fund her daughter's urgent heart surgery.
But her genius five-year-old son secretly hacked the gala's raffle system, thrusting them directly under the spotlight. The untouchable billionaire host, Donovan Vance, froze when he saw the star-shaped birthmark on her wrist—the exact same mark from a dark hotel room five years ago.
Cornered, Seraphina was forced into a five-million-dollar marriage contract to appease Donovan's dying father and secure his corporate empire. She swallowed her pride, took the money to save her daughter, and moved into the penthouse. But Donovan's obsessive childhood friend, Gwendolyn, immediately targeted her. She humiliated Seraphina for her poverty and violently grabbed her in the foyer.
"I dare you to get a DNA test. When the world finds out they're not his, he'll throw you into the street himself!"
Gwendolyn's vicious threat made Seraphina's blood run cold. She was suffocating in sheer panic. She didn't even know if Donovan was actually the father. If a test proved he wasn't, she would be destroyed, and her daughter would lose her only lifeline.
But to her absolute horror, Donovan's father overheard the threat and ordered a legally binding paternity test that very day to permanently silence all doubts. With the medical team arriving and nowhere left to run, the terrifying secret Seraphina had buried for five years was about to be dragged into the light. Reborn To Marry The Disabled Billionaire
Romance Bonnie Galvan woke up to the suffocating scent of lilies, staring at the mirror in the exact same seven-figure wedding dress she had worn seven years ago.
In the doorway stood her so-called best friend Itzel and her secret lover Erwin, desperately urging her to elope.
They warned her that her soon-to-be husband, the billionaire Arlington Townsend, was a crippled monster, and marrying him would ruin her life forever.
In her previous life, she blindly believed their lies and ran away from the altar.
Because of her public betrayal, the ruthless Townsend family completely bankrupted her father's company in retaliation.
Erwin and Itzel swooped in as her saviors, only to steal whatever was left of her family's wealth and power.
When she was finally stripped of her value, Erwin pushed her down an icy mountain slope during a brutal blizzard.
With a shattered ankle, she could only watch as Itzel smirked and Erwin coldly walked away, leaving her to be buried alive under the freezing snow.
As her lungs burned and her heart gave out in the agonizing cold, she was consumed by hatred.
Why did the man who swore to protect her and the friend she trusted with her life plot so meticulously to destroy her?
Opening her eyes again, Bonnie was back in the bridal suite, minutes before the ceremony.
This time, she didn't run.
She walked straight down the aisle, looked the terrifying Arlington Townsend in the eye, and firmly said her vows.
"I do." The Ex-Wife's Empire: When She Stopped Begging And Started Conquering
Modern After a long trip, I arrived in an unfamiliar city, hoping to celebrate my birthday with my husband and daughter. Instead, they didn't remember the occasion at all. Worse, the two of them were busy preparing a surprise for my half-sister.
Throughout our seven years of marriage, I lived far away from my husband and daughter so I could support my husband's career. Over time, the distance gave them the chance to grow close to my half-sister, and the three of them nearly became a real family without me.
For the longest time, I believed that if I kept giving everything I had, they would eventually return my devotion with genuine love. Yet the moment the cruel truth destroyed that final shred of hope, I didn't hesitate. I asked for a divorce.
Maybe because I spent so many years focused on my family, they had forgotten something important. I was a business prodigy.
I refused to keep living as the woman who craved their approval. Even if they came to me on their knees, begging for forgiveness, I wouldn't spare them a second glance.
From now on, I would make sure the world saw me in a completely different light. You might like
Pampered By The Ruthless Biker Boss
Anywho After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister.
I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood.
My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family.
"Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered.
Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land.
My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing.
I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother?
I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear.
But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me.
Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now." Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress
Paula Gardini Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward.
When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance.
Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive.
She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life?
But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband.
"City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms." The Runaway Wife: Hiding His Secret Triplets
Hen Bu Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband.
Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday.
Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever.
I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him.
But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter.
My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's.
He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately.
Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away.
I couldn't let him ruin my life again.
"I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth.
I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity. The Billionaire I Slept With Became My Husband
Apache I went to my stepsister's birthday party, foolishly hoping for a family truce.
Instead, she drugged my drink and had me shoved into a dark hotel suite, where a stranger took my innocence.
When I sneaked back home the next morning, battered and humiliated, I overheard my stepsister and stepmother laughing in the hallway.
They had orchestrated the whole trap to destroy my reputation so I would be forced to marry a thrice-divorced, abusive butcher.
"And don't forget the little extras we've been putting in her food," my stepmother gloated. "She'll never lose the weight. That fat Miss Piggy is meant to be your backdrop."
The revelation chilled me to the bone.
My years of punishing diets, the brutal exercise, the deep self-hatred—none of it was my fault.
It was poison, fed to me daily by the family I trusted.
I packed a single bag, took the commemorative coin I had stolen from the stranger's nightstand as a reminder of my lowest point, and vanished into the city.
One year later, having lost ninety pounds and transformed into a completely different woman, I agreed to attend the blind date with the butcher they arranged.
But because of a flipped brass table number, I sat down in front of the wrong man.
It was Julian Sinclair, the billionaire stranger from that dark room, and he looked at me and proposed a contract marriage. 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. The Ex-Wife's Return: His Child, Her Reckoning
A. N. Cruz Ivanna had everything: a stable marriage, a promising career, and the love of the man she had fought for, even against his own family.
But when she finally managed to conceive, fate tore her happiness away in the most heart-wrenching way imaginable. Her husband had wanted a child... just not with her.
She made the hardest decision of her life: signing a divorce agreement that left her with nothing. She left without looking back, her heart shattered, carrying a silent promise never to return.
Until now.
Four years have passed, and she's back in Boston, the city where her dreams were once shattered-with a new life, newfound strength... and a secret that will change everything.
She is no longer the same woman who left in silence. And her ex-husband isn't prepared to uncover what she's been hiding.
What will happen when the ex-wife returns with the one secret that might ruin him... or redeem him? 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. Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
Hei Baidong I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up.
When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience.
"Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff."
Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me.
I gave birth to twins all by myself.
The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped.
They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child.
I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister.
I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies.
But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test.
It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years.
Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband.
This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing. 
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