Xiao Mao Mao
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Love's Shadow: A Bitter End
Fantasy I had been dead for a year, my spirit tethered to my daughter, Emma, watching over her in the orphanage.
Then, the director called my ex-husband, Elroy, for Emma' s urgent medical treatment, but he coldly refused, telling her, "Then let her die. It would be a convenience. She can go join her short-lived mother."
A week later, Emma died at five years old, because her father wouldn' t spare the money to save her.
Days later, Elroy arrived at the orphanage, believing I had faked Emma' s death to manipulate him. He pulled back the sheet covering her small body, sneering, "Very realistic. A good prop."
He then picked up our daughter' s body, carried her outside, and tossed her into a dumpster, scattering raw meat around it, taunting, "Let's see how long this prop lasts when the stray dogs find it." My spirit screamed, but I was powerless as dogs tore at her.
He believed I was alive, orchestrating a sick game, but I was a ghost, a silent, screaming witness to his monstrous cruelty. Why did he hate us so much?
Then, I saw him with Ivonne, his childhood sweetheart, heavily pregnant, and the horrifying truth clicked: he had a new family, and he wanted Emma' s heart for his new daughter. Broken Engagement, Berlin Escape
Modern I flew to London with a custom engagement ring, ready to surprise my boyfriend for our anniversary.
Instead, I found him wearing a matching "couple's bracelet" with his "anxious" female best friend, Britney.
He even ditched our anniversary dinner because she had a "panic attack" over a chipped nail.
Realizing I was the third wheel in my own relationship, I quietly transferred to a university in Berlin to escape.
But Graham wouldn't let go.
He followed me across the continent, dragging my mother along to guilt-trip me into coming back.
When that didn't work, he handed me a "farewell gift."
As I opened the box, a sickly sweet smell hit me-he was trying to drug me to kidnap me back to New York.
My legs gave out, but I didn't hit the floor.
I fell into the arms of Harrison McKee-Britney's terrifyingly powerful uncle and my new professor.
"Find another side chick, Graham," Harrison growled, pulling me close.
"This one is taken." Love Drained, Life Reclaimed
Horror For twenty years, all Ava Lewis wanted was to find her biological family, the missing piece of her identity.
When her adopted sister, Brittany Miller, beamed and said, "Almost there, Ava. You're going to love our old town. It's where all the family traditions started," Ava believed it was the start of something beautiful.
But the moment they stepped out of the car at a secluded, dark cabin, the loving facade shattered.
Two burly men appeared, seizing her arms as her "parents" stood by, their faces blank, their smiles gone.
"Don't fight it, Ava," Brittany's voice was chillingly cold. "It'll be easier if you just cooperate."
Dragged inside, bound to a chair, Ava watched in horror as Brittany approached with a strange, ancient device, a needle glinting.
"This is our family tradition," Brittany explained, piercing Ava's chest. "We are connecting your life force to this ancient family relic. It will bring us good fortune and health."
Her "parents" chimed in, "It's your duty as our daughter."
Ava' s life force drained away with each transfer, leaving her hollow and weak, while her biological family seemingly thrived.
But after the forty-ninth transfer, the truth, colder and crueler than any physical pain, was revealed: "That's the point," Brittany whispered, a malicious smile twisting her lips. "This was never about health. It was about your death."
Bound, exposed, bleeding, Ava realized she was merely a product, auctioned off to the highest bidder for their depraved entertainment.
Then he appeared, "the Master," a man who seemed to stop the horror, only to brand her with her own essence, making her a monument to his family's generational vendetta.
But from the depths of betrayal and despair, a burning rage ignited.
She might be broken, but she would not be silenced.
She was Ava Lewis, and she would make them pay. A Bride Forged in Fire
Horror The scent of gasoline and burning silk was the last thing I knew on my wedding day.
Flames danced around me, illuminating my new husband, Liam Thompson, my stepbrother, as he clutched a locket with my stepmother Sarah' s picture.
"You ruined it all, Ava," he sneered, his face contorted with a hatred I' d never imagined.
He carved Sarah' s name into my skin and then forced the locket down my throat, piece by agonizing piece.
The suffocation, the searing pain, the betrayal-they were a twisted sacrament to a love I was only just beginning to comprehend, a love that would consume us all.
Then, darkness.
I awoke to the antiseptic smell of my familiar bedroom, sunlight streaming through the window.
Downstairs, Liam' s frantic yelling and Sarah' s feigned sobs echoed from below, a chilling replay of the day my life ended before.
It was real. I was back.
Back to the day of the incident, the day my father signed away my future to protect his pride, the day I walked like a prisoner to my own execution.
The humiliation, the pain, the fire-never again.
A sharp knock on my door. It was Sophia, my "best friend," feigning concern, ready to lead me into the trap.
"Ava? Are you in there? Something terrible is happening downstairs!" she called.
But this time, I wouldn't be the victim.
I smiled, a cold, sharp curve on my lips. "A Céleste purse like that is more important. You deserve it."
As her footsteps faded down the hall, racing for a status symbol, I knew this was my chance.
Let the real performance begin. His Death, My Awakening
Romance They threw me out of this city three years ago, calling me crazy, an obsessed medical student trying to ruin a business heir' s life because he chose someone else. Now I' m back, a doctor, ready to face the judgment all over again.
But at my parents' suffocating welcome-home party, the news blared, announcing the brain death of renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carter. My world shattered.
My glass hit the floor, and a raw, guttural sob tore through me.
Everyone stared, not with judgment for Ethan, but with confusion for a grief I couldn' t name for a man I didn' t remember.
They thought I was breaking over Ethan Hayes' engagement to Emily Vance.
But I hadn't shed a single tear for him. Instead, I was destroyed by the death of a stranger on the news.
That moment, kneeling amidst broken glass and a grief too immense to comprehend, was the beginning. It ignited a desperate, burning need to understand who Dr. Ben Carter was and why his death felt like the end of my world. No More Tears: The Avenging Wife
Romance My daughter Maya' s ragged breath was the only sound in our quiet, dusty home, her small body wracked by fever.
I begged my husband, Caleb, to take her to a doctor, but his eyes were cold and his voice flat as he refused, prioritizing his sister-in-law Brenda' s son over our dying child.
My mother-in-law, Mary-Ann, handed me old, expired antibiotics, saying they should be "good enough," sealing Maya' s fate.
For two agonizing days, I watched her fade, desperately clinging to a miracle that never came.
On the third night, my world shattered as Maya went still in my arms, her silent passing tearing a primal scream from my throat.
In my grief and rage, I confronted Caleb and Mary-Ann, only for Caleb to silence me with a violent fist, leaving me bleeding and abandoned in the darkest national forest.
As I lay dying, I saw a chilling vision: Brenda, wearing my locket, stealing the life my long-lost Army Colonel father had come to claim for me.
They took everything-my daughter, my life, my future-and gave it to my worst enemies.
But then, I woke with a gasp, the silver locket cool against my skin, Maya sleeping soundly beside me.
It was three days before her illness, three days before her death, and this time, I wasn't just a mother.
This time, I was an avenger. The Southern Heiress's Reckoning
Romance I woke with a gasp, the Southern sun blazing. Today was my debutante ball, the pinnacle for any young woman of the Ashley dynasty.
But the date, the gown, the very air in my room, triggered a flood of memories from a lifetime ago-the same ball, the same stolen heirloom dress on Babs, my family's charity case.
I watched passively as she paraded in my priceless gown, public outrage engulfing me, until Father' s sudden, suspicious death and my brother Tom Jr., infatuated with Babs, seized power. They sent me away, to years of hell in a "behavioral correction institute," where I eventually faded, learning Babs orchestrated it all for revenge, announcing her engagement to Tom Jr. as my life ended.
The cruelty of that past life, the utter betrayal by Beau, my fiancé, Tom, my brother, and the sheer injustice of Babs's deceit, surged through my veins. How could they have been so blind, so easily swayed by a viper in our midst?
No. Not again. This time, I sat up, my spirit forged in the fires of that hell. My gown was missing, but I remembered another: Mother's legendary debutante dress. This time, I would not despair. This time, I would be in control. This time, Babs would not win. This time, they would all pay. His Second Life, Their Last Mistake
Romance I woke up in a stale motel room, the memory of my brutal murder, orchestrated by my fiancée Seraphina Vance and her cousin Julian Thorne, searing everything.
This was my second chance, a fresh start.
I tried to escape their glittering, poisonous world again, but they dragged me back, trapping me in a sadistic game.
They made me Seraphina' s pet, then Julian' s punching bag, a living target for their physical and emotional abuse.
Then, in a horrific twist, Julian brutally murdered my loyal dog, Buster, before my eyes, accusing me of madness.
But the ultimate betrayal came when he ruthlessly orchestrated a fire, consuming my innocent parents and little sister.
My family was gone.
Annihilated because of them.
How could such monstrous cruelty exist?
Why was I doomed to relive this nightmare, only to lose everything again?
As grief hardened into an icy, unyielding rage, an unexpected ally emerged: Veronica Shaw, the Senator's enigmatic Chief of Staff.
She saw their evil.
Together, we would expose them.
This time, the Vance empire would burn, and the flames would consume their lies and crimes, bringing justice for my shattered life. You might like
Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
PageProfit Studio Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend. Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
Love's Shadow: A Bitter End
Xiao Mao Mao I had been dead for a year, my spirit tethered to my daughter, Emma, watching over her in the orphanage.
Then, the director called my ex-husband, Elroy, for Emma' s urgent medical treatment, but he coldly refused, telling her, "Then let her die. It would be a convenience. She can go join her short-lived mother."
A week later, Emma died at five years old, because her father wouldn' t spare the money to save her.
Days later, Elroy arrived at the orphanage, believing I had faked Emma' s death to manipulate him. He pulled back the sheet covering her small body, sneering, "Very realistic. A good prop."
He then picked up our daughter' s body, carried her outside, and tossed her into a dumpster, scattering raw meat around it, taunting, "Let's see how long this prop lasts when the stray dogs find it." My spirit screamed, but I was powerless as dogs tore at her.
He believed I was alive, orchestrating a sick game, but I was a ghost, a silent, screaming witness to his monstrous cruelty. Why did he hate us so much?
Then, I saw him with Ivonne, his childhood sweetheart, heavily pregnant, and the horrifying truth clicked: he had a new family, and he wanted Emma' s heart for his new daughter. From Ashes: A Second Chance
Zi Ya I had loved my fiancé, Dominic Watts, since we were children. Our marriage was supposed to be the perfect seal on a merger between our two family empires.
In my last life, he stood outside my burning art studio with my stepsister, Julia, and watched me die.
I screamed for him, the smoke choking me, my skin searing from the heat. "Dominic, please! Help me!"
Julia clung to his arm, her face a picture of false terror. "It's too dangerous! You'll get hurt! We have to go!"
And he listened. He looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with a pity that cut deeper than any flame, and then he turned and ran, leaving me to burn.
Until I died, I didn't understand. The boy who promised to always protect me had just watched me burn to death. My unconditional love was the price I paid so he could be with my sister.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom. In one hour, I was due at the family board meeting. This time, I walked straight to the head of the table and said, "I am breaking the engagement." My Wedding, My Killer, His Betrayal
Gavin I don't remember how I got here.
One moment, a crushing weight, the roar of a furious crowd, a sharp, final pain. The next, nothing.
Then, a flicker. A cold, sharp light that formed a heavy, cream-colored cardstock. Gold letters shimmered: You are cordially invited to the wedding of Ethan Davis and Mia Thompson.
Ethan Davis. My uncle. The man who raised me, mentored me, then destroyed me.
Mia Thompson. That' s my name.
The invitation dissolved. I landed, an unseen observer, in a sun-drenched garden.
At the altar, under a floral arch, stood Ethan.
Then the music swelled. The bride walked down the aisle.
The woman in the white dress was me.
She had my face, my dark hair, even the tiny mole above my lip. But her smile was too sharp, her gaze too possessive. It was Chloe Miller.
The scene ripped away. I was hurled back to the day my life ended.
On a stage, my masterpiece, "Nexus," projected behind me.
"This is a lie!" Chloe' s voice sliced through the applause. "She stole it! Nexus is my work!"
The crowd turned savage. Cameras flashed. I sought Ethan, the one person who knew the truth.
"Ethan, tell them," I begged, my voice a pathetic whisper. "Tell them the truth."
He looked at me. Guilt, then cold, calculated resolve.
He stepped to the microphone. "I am deeply disappointed. Our company is built on integrity. We cannot and will not tolerate intellectual theft."
My death sentence.
The world exploded. "Thief!" "Fraud!" Hands grabbed, tearing at my clothes. Rage-contorted faces.
I fell. The last thing I saw was Ethan turning his back, his arm around Chloe, as the mob swallowed me whole.
Now, a ghost at my own wedding. My uncle was marrying my murderer.
The invitation said he was marrying me.
The irony was a bitter taste. They wouldn't even let me rest. They' d stolen my work, my reputation, my life. Now, my very face.
But a new feeling solidified within my spectral form.
Rage.
They would not get their happy ending. I would burn their perfect world to the ground. The Day I Chose Differently
Catherine A sharp gasp. Cold air filled my lungs as my eyes snapped open. I was in the familiar leather armchair of the Vanderbilt library, sunlight streaming in. June 10th. The day I was to choose my bride.
Just moments ago, or so it felt, I was pushed from a penthouse balcony.
The rain slicked my face; Seraphina' s sneering expression, Leo' s hands, then her final, venomous whisper: "You shouldn't have chosen me, Ethan. You were always too weak."
Then, darkness swallowed me whole.
I remembered every manipulated moment-the fake accidents, the endless lies, the plundered fortune, my shattered heart.
I had chosen her, Seraphina Ashworth, only to be left a hollow shell, betrayed by the woman I loved and her conniving lover.
To die such a humiliating, lonely death.
Why was I back?
Was this some cruel trick of fate, an unfathomably twisted joke from the universe?
Could I really be reliving the very day my misery began, the day I picked the woman who would destroy me?
The bitterness was overwhelming, the injustice absolute.
But my hands, strong and steady now, confirmed it.
I was reborn.
And this time, I wouldn't be weak.
I wouldn't be a fool.
I would choose differently, decisively, and ensure my betrayers paid every last penny. His Betrayal, Her Rebirth
Waterfront View My career as a marketing strategist was unstoppable.
Then Chloe Davis walked in, a new hire with a smile too bright and a chilling claim: "I'm a reborn person."
She started "predicting" disasters-a major client product failure, a restaurant fire-events that strangely came true, catapulting her to prophet status.
Suddenly, my data-driven expertise meant nothing.
My promotion, the one I had earned, was given to Chloe.
When I confided in my boyfriend and colleague, Mark, about resigning, he looked at me with cold eyes: "Mr. Thompson will think you' re a flight risk. That you' re bitter."
The next day, as I prepared to quit, Mr. Thompson confronted me with fake emails, expertly crafted by Mark, showing me colluding with our biggest rival.
My resignation was refused; instead, I was publicly demoted to administrative duties, stripped of my dignity.
Mark, my supposed partner, stood by Chloe, a triumphant smirk on his face.
The humiliation was a physical weight, pushing me to the brink.
In my previous life, consumed by despair, I took my own life on the marble steps of the agency that had once been my dream.
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was back in the conference room, listening to Chloe's chilling introduction: "I'm a reborn person."
This time, I wasn't going to be a victim. Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny
Zaccaria Linn The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard.
I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes.
It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother.
It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer.
Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged.
As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality.
She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown.
My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me.
She helped me escape, or so I thought.
She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor.
The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim.
They closed in, their rage contorting their faces.
Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time.
But death was not the end.
Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise.
The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart.
They had taken everything.
Then, I woke up.
Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again.
It was my birthday, the day it all started.
This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me.
This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany.
I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart.
This time, I would not be the victim. 
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