Tao Yaoyao
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Tao Yaoyao's Books and Stories
Seven Years His Hidden Heartbreak
Modern For seven years, I was the secret wife and ghostwriter for the famous author Holden Gillespie. I built his literary empire with my words, all while our marriage and our son, Leo, were kept hidden to protect his "single genius" image.
Then he began a public affair with his new publicist, Kassidy. When I finally quit, he tried to kick me and our son out of our home to make room for her.
The breaking point came on Leo's birthday. Holden showed up with a cake to "make things right."
It was mango chiffon.
He had forgotten-or never cared to know-that our son has a life-threatening allergy to mangoes. He almost killed his own child out of sheer, selfish negligence.
In that moment, I knew it was over. I took our son, disappeared, and filed for divorce, cutting off all contact.
But now, months later, he' s standing outside my new home in Santa Fe, looking desperate.
"I'm not agreeing to this divorce," he says, his voice raw. "I never will." Mafia Princess's Fall, Cartel Queen's Rise
Mafia The man I was about to marry was going to kill my father. I just didn't know it yet. I thought my wedding to the ruthless Don, Dante De Luca, was a love match that would finally bring peace between our warring families.
But at the altar, instead of a ring, he revealed our engagement was a lie. It was a long con to avenge his aunt—my own mother—whom my senator father had secretly murdered. Then he shot my father dead in front of me.
I was wounded trying to stop him and woke up his prisoner. The man I loved told me our entire relationship was just "business."
He abandoned me to his new partner, a woman named Isabella, who made it clear I was nothing more than a loose end. He cut off all contact, erasing me completely, leaving me alone as the tainted daughter of a dead drug lord they called 'The Scorpion.'
My whole life was a lie. My mother had been a spy for the enemy family she married into. My father was a monster. And Dante, my fiancé—my own cousin—had meticulously used my love to destroy everything I had ever known.
So I let Alessia Gallo die. I disappeared and became Alma, a ghost in the cartel underworld, determined to finish the mission my mother started. Years later, he walked into my cantina, a man on a mission. He didn't recognize the hardened woman I'd become, and this time, he was the one walking into my trap. Love's Ashes, Empire's Dawn
Romance For ten years, my step-brother Mark was my anchor, my confidant, my entire world. Tonight, at a candlelit dinner, I was finally going to tell him I was in love with him.
But just as I started to confess, he raised a glass to a beautiful stranger at the door. "Everyone," he announced with a joy that stabbed me in the heart, "meet my fiancée."
The next morning, my step-father stripped me of the Aura project-my life's work-and gave it to her as a strategic gift for their new alliance.
Mark, my supposed protector, told me not to be sentimental. It was "just business."
Then I found the email, dated three weeks ago. It detailed their entire plan to sideline me, calling my passion "a variable to be managed."
They saw me as a heartbroken girl, a sentimental fool they could easily discard.
But that night, after I fled the restaurant, I ran into him. Julian Thorne. A ruthless corporate shark and my family's greatest enemy.
He offered me a card.
"Crying over them won't fix anything," he said. "But if you want to destroy them, I have a proposition."
I made the call.
"I'm in. What do I have to do?" The Placeholder Wife's Revenge
Romance I sacrificed everything for my husband, Ryan. My ambitions, my career, even turning down a dream job in another city to support his perfect image. I managed our home, believed his promises of devotion, and trusted him completely.
Then, his college girlfriend, Chloe, reappeared after her husband's tragic death. He flew to her side, claiming to offer comfort. But when he returned, he brought her straight to our home, introducing her as though she belonged.
That night, I heard them. Chloe' s soft voice, "I can' t believe she' s not even here to greet you." And Ryan' s reply, a cold, dismissive murmur that shattered my world: "Don' t worry about Ava. She' s just a placeholder, a shield. I married her to keep you from doing something reckless after we broke up. She was never the one."
A placeholder. A shield. My entire marriage, a meticulously crafted lie designed to protect him and hide his true love. My heart pounded, a cold knot of dread tightening in my stomach.
In the days that followed, I endured their blatant affair in my own home. My bank account was emptied, my treasured family heirloom was stolen and broken, and I was thrown out of my own bedroom. When I finally confronted them, Ryan brutally struck me, then coldly told me he was divorcing me and I' d get nothing.
Yet, despite the pain, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something far more sinister was at play. Why had he been so insistent on my "minor surgery" years ago? What dark secrets did he truly hide beyond his betrayal?
Driven by a desperate need for answers, I sought a new doctor, uncovering a truth so chilling, it shattered every last piece of my broken life: Ryan had secretly sterilized me, without my consent, ensuring I could never bear children. Now, with nothing left to lose, I began to plot my escape and his ultimate downfall. Ninety-Nine Denials: A Fateful Proposal
Romance The table was set for our 99th engagement anniversary, a running joke Chloe and I shared about my failed proposals.
I touched the velvet box in my pocket, ready to finally make it real, when her phone buzzed-a call from her half-brother, Leo.
Her face fell, and the warmth in the room vanished; she was already a thousand miles away, ready to drop everything for him, again.
When I tried to explain what I knew in my gut-that a superstorm was coming for her grandmother' s coastal village-Chloe dismissed it as jealousy and ripped my data to shreds.
Then, she called my boss and accused me of instability, getting me fired and disgraced, leaving me with nothing but the terrifying data screaming the truth.
But her grandmother, and an entire village, were walking into a death trap, and I couldn't let that happen, even if it cost me everything. No Forgiveness:He's Not The One
Romance My daughter, Lily, was finally starring in her kindergarten play, a tiny, radiant sun.
My surgeon husband, David, promised he' d be there, but he was always "too busy saving lives."
As Lily nervously scanned the audience for her hero, I spotted him.
Not in the empty seat beside me, but across the auditorium, whispering and laughing with Victoria, his college sweetheart, and her daughter, Chloe.
My heart shattered as Lily saw him too, her bright smile instantly extinguished, her little voice choking back tears.
I covered the gaping hole his absence always left with another lie: "He' s a hero, an emergency surgery."
But later that night, Lily' s fever spiked, and she began convulsing in her bed.
Panic gripped me, my hands shaking as I dialed 911, then David' s number, over and over-only to be met with voicemails.
In the ambulance on the way to the ER, I saw him through the window of a dessert shop: David, Victoria, and Chloe, sharing a comically large ice cream sundae, him beaming, playfully dabbing whipped cream on Chloe' s nose.
He was building a perfect family with someone else while our daughter was fighting for her life.
The following day, a fire alarm shrieked during a movie we watched, just Lily and I.
Chaos erupted, and I lost Lily' s hand in the stampede.
In the smoke and terror, I saw David, already at the exit, pulling Victoria and Chloe to safety.
"David, it's Lily!" I screamed, our paths separated by feet, but a chasm of his making.
He looked at his daughter, his own flesh and blood, terrified and alone, then turned his back and ran, leaving her behind.
My daughter, my sunshine, was trampled to death.
The doctor' s words echoed like a death knell: "She didn't make it."
The man I married, the father of my child, chose another family over his own daughter, leaving her to die.
He abandoned Lily, not just by turning away, but by living a double life that ultimately cost her everything.
Now, he wants forgiveness, a second chance.
But there is nothing left to save.
My story isn't one of grieving in silence; it' s about reclaiming what' s left of my life, even if it means destroying his. From Pawn To Predator
Horror They told me I was coming home, a long-lost son found by the wealthy Clark family in their sprawling New Orleans mansion.
But the moment I touched the Sphynx cat they insisted was a "welcome gift," a wave of pure malice hit me-a human consciousness trapped and seething with hate.
And the antique locket my "mother" gave me? It was no protection; it was a hungry leech, designed to drain my life force, preparing me to be a sacrifice.
They weren't welcoming me; they were grooming me for a body-swapping ritual, trading my soul for their "true son" Caleb, stuck in that cat's body.
Forty-nine days, the cat' s angry thoughts projected into my mind, until my worthless soul was snuffed out.
How could these people, who claimed to be my family, plot such a monstrous thing?
But as I looked at their immense wealth and felt the cold gleam in their eyes, I knew precisely what I had to do: I would play their dark game, only I would win everything, and they would lose it all. A Marriage of Lies
Romance I was living a dream, Sarah from a small New England town, swept into a fairytale marriage with Ethan, a charismatic and incredibly wealthy tech CEO, my rock after my parents' tragic deaths.
Our perfect world shattered when, eight months pregnant, a sudden, searing pain stole our child, though somehow I was "saved" by Dr. Chloe Rinsen, the very intern implicated in my mother's death, now hailed as a miracle worker.
But then, I stumbled upon a conversation between Ethan and Chloe, revealing the chilling truth: my medical crisis was induced, our baby' s death was "collateral damage," and my entire marriage had been a meticulous sham, orchestrated purely for Chloe' s discredited career comeback.
My mother' s death, my father' s financial ruin and heart attack, even my new life, had all been a dark, calculated play; my husband was protecting the woman who destroyed my family, systematically poisoning me in my own home, and culminated in her confessing everything on a yacht before staging an attack to have Ethan' s security break my leg.
Bleeding and broken on that deck, as the festive music mocked me, a cold, desperate clarity pierced through the agony: there was only one way out of this meticulously crafted nightmare, only one way to reclaim my shattered life, and with nothing left to lose, I threw myself into the churning, dark sea. Miller's True Heir
Modern I was a ghost in my own home, the late Senator Miller's biological daughter, overshadowed by my adopted sister, Jessica.
My stepfather, Governor Thompson, doted on her, giving her my mother's cherished suite, my fiancé, even the "Senator Miller Legacy Scholarship" that was always meant for me.
Tonight, at the glittering gala, they finalized the blatant theft.
As Jessica preened on stage, accepting my scholarship, a cold resolve solidified in my gut.
I walked, not ran, straight to the podium, my worn dress a stark contrast to the opulent crowd.
"That scholarship," I stated, my voice clear, "belongs to me."
Jessica's perfect victim act launched instantly, tears streaming as she clung to my enraged stepfather.
His face turned to stone.
"This is not the time or place, Sarah!" he thundered, but I wouldn't move.
"She's just jealous!" chorused Jessica's elite circle, labeling me "unhinged."
Even Ethan Vance, my supposed future, looked at me with disdain, offering Jessica a supportive smile.
Then, the unthinkable: my stepfather's open hand connected with my face, the crack echoing in the stunned silence.
"You are no daughter of hers!" he spat, humiliating me.
"Jessica is the only daughter I care to acknowledge!"
My eyes burned, not from the sting of the slap, but from the searing, public injustice.
How could the truth be so twisted, my very identity erased by the man who claimed to protect me?
Was I truly going mad, or was this entire world?
Just as Governor Thompson threatened to send me away to an institution, the grand ballroom doors burst open.
There stood my Uncle Marcus, a decorated U.S. Army Four-Star General, his gaze piercing through the stunned crowd straight to me.
My lifeline had arrived, and their carefully constructed lies were about to crumble. The Price of Perfection
Romance It was my birthday, marking ten silent years I' d lived inside Marcus Thorne' s gilded mansion.
I was his late wife' s eerie look-alike, tasked with raising his son, Leo, in a life of unimaginable luxury and suffocating expectation.
Then, a seemingly innocent smoothie led to a violent miscarriage, a tiny, unformed hope extinguished.
The boy I' d nurtured for a decade delivered the first cruel blow, his voice devoid of warmth: "You' ll never be her. Stop trying."
Marcus, the industrial titan who' d bought my resemblance, casually dismissed my profound loss, already planning his next merger and another child.
My own mother defended him, her hand stinging across my face as she called me ungrateful for daring to question this "chance" at security.
Leo, the boy I' d raised and loved like my own, unleashed a torrent of venom, accusing me of wanting his mother dead, twisting my decade of devotion into a greedy plot for their fortune.
Every sacrifice, every ounce of love I' d given, felt corrupted, leaving me utterly alone in an opulent prison built on lies and echoes.
As Marcus, his eyes alight with menace, picked up a heavy letter opener, threatening to mar the face that had been both my fortune and my curse, a terrifying clarity hit me.
I seized the blade from him and, with agonizing precision, dragged it across my own cheeks.
The incandescent pain was a primal scream of liberation.
Bleeding and irrevocably scarred, I bolted from that house, finally, truly free. My Perfect Amnesia Wedding
Romance Our Las Vegas wedding shimmering with joyous promise dissolved into a planned, perfect honeymoon, the start of our forever.
That blissful illusion exploded when a text message from Alex' s ex-girlfriend, Jessica, flashed across his phone: "Last night was incredible, Alex. Worth the wait. See you soon. J."
My world fractured; he' d slept with her the night before our wedding, then married me anyway.
Alex immediately concocted a cowardly escape, feigning selective amnesia where he conveniently forgot only me.
He then brazenly reunited with Jessica, and through manipulative family connections, they forced me-the successful event planner who' d poured her soul into our cancelled dream wedding-to arrange theirs.
They paraded my painstakingly chosen peonies, my caterer, even my Vera Wang gown, as Jessica publicly reveled in my agonizing humiliation.
The brutal betrayal of seeing my love meticulously dismantled and paraded as their triumph ignited a cold, burning fury in my soul.
But they mistook my shock for weakness; he thought he' d erased me, yet I was already plotting my masterpiece, armed with a perfectly feigned amnesia he' d soon discover wasn't so convenient. The Whisper: My Mother's Twisted Protection
Young Adult My life was a daily gauntlet of verbal lashings and stinging slaps from my mother, Brenda. My father, Mark, was a ghost in his own home, always looking away. Even my half-sisters, Jessica and Emily, seemed to relish my misery, their laughter echoing like a cruel soundtrack to my twenty years of feeling like a very bad child.
But the true torment was the "whisper." Whenever a kind soul—my grandparents, Pastor Miller, or even a compassionate CPS social worker like Ms. Davies—dared to show me an ounce of empathy, Mom would lean in, murmur something unseen, and their eyes would instantly cloud over. Their concern curdled into coldness, then suspicion, finally settling into outright disgust—always directed at me.
The physical abuse escalated. My hopeful escapes were crushed, each attempt leading to deeper betrayal, culminating in me being dragged back home by Dr. Reed, a woman who promised salvation but delivered despair. Locked in the damp, decaying basement, forgotten and festering, every ounce of hope evaporated.
What unthinkable secret did I carry? What monstrous truth was Brenda whispering that turned everyone against me, leaving me isolated, branded a danger, a problem, a curse? My own biological parents treated me like an abomination, while doting on Mark’s other children. It just didn't make sense. Could I truly be that bad?
As consciousness faded from the pills I’d desperately swallowed, a frantic, desperate voice cut through the silence above: Brenda’s. "He needs a new kidney! Evelyn said Sarah is the only option left... What do you think I've been doing?!" The words were a shocking, impossible revelation. My mother, my tormentor, sacrificing everything to protect me from a monstrous truth? The whisper suddenly made a terrifying, twisted kind of sense, and my fight for life began. You might like
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Theodora Birnir The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life.
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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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