Xiao Mao Mao
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Rising From Ashes: The Divorced Heiress
Modern When Seraphina handed the divorce papers to her billionaire husband, she just wanted to end their suffocating marriage.
Instead of signing, Julian burned the documents in the fireplace and declared her his eternal prisoner.
"You will live in this house and be reminded every single day of the sister you took from me."
He firmly believed she had murdered her sister, Isabelle—the only woman he ever truly loved.
Driven to absolute despair, Seraphina falsely confessed to the crime just to force him to let her go.
But Julian used her broken words to completely destroy her.
He threw her out of the estate into the freezing rain, where she was struck by a speeding car.
While she lay in the hospital with broken bones, her own family disowned her for ruining their business ties.
Then, the police arrived to arrest her for Isabelle's murder, a final deadly trap orchestrated by Julian himself.
She had lost her dignity, her family, and nearly her freedom, tortured by a man who only saw a ghost when he looked at her face.
Why did she have to bear the weight of a crime she didn't commit, stripped of everything she ever had?
Saved from prison by a friend's legal team, Seraphina left the city with nothing but her shattered pride.
Four years later, she stepped out of the airport with her two children, no longer the fragile victim they broke.
This time, she was back. Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Two Million
Modern Ava worked three grueling jobs just to cover her grandmother's medical bills. The only bright spot in her exhausting life was her wealthy, loving boyfriend, Spencer.
That was until a high-paying delivery order led her straight to his penthouse. Standing outside the ajar door, she heard his friends laughing.
"It was just a hundred-dollar bet to see how fast the charity case would fall for me."
Spencer's cruel chuckle shattered her world.
After Ava dumped her delivery order of spaghetti and wine over him and his snobby friends, their retaliation was swift.
They filed a fake complaint and got her fired from her only remaining job.
That same night, the hospital called. Her grandmother was in acute heart failure, needing an emergency surgery that cost more money than Ava could ever imagine.
Cornered, jobless, and watching her grandmother slip away, Ava had no choice but to dig through an alley dumpster.
She frantically retrieved the bizarre contract she had thrown away yesterday: an offer from Spencer's billionaire grandfather to marry his comatose heir in exchange for two million dollars and her grandmother's life.
She signed her life away to the Carlisle dynasty to save the only family she had left.
But when her recovering grandmother eagerly asked to meet her new fiancé, the grandfather needed a stand-in.
"You will pretend to be her loving fiancé, or you are cut off from this family forever."
The man forced to stand by Ava's side and pretend to be desperately in love with her was Spencer. The Ruined Heiress Returns With His Heirs
Modern Angelena was the proud heiress of the wealthy Beasley family, until a single drink shattered her life.
Drugged by her jealous cousin and best friend, she stumbled into the wrong hotel suite and lost her innocence to a terrifying, authoritative stranger.
The next morning, reporters burst through the door, their camera flashes blinding her.
"Look at this mess! You were so desperate for money you'd sleep with some old man?"
Her cousin orchestrated the entire scandal to steal her inheritance. Her grandmother publicly disowned her, stripped her of her trust fund, and banished her from New York in absolute disgrace.
Seven months later, bleeding out in a freezing off-the-grid cabin, Angelena gave birth to quadruplets.
But as she slipped into unconsciousness, a corrupt black-market midwife stole her two newborn sons and sold them into the blizzard, leaving Angelena with only her twin daughters.
She clutched the single platinum cufflink the stranger had left behind, her heart shattered. She couldn't understand why her own blood relatives would destroy her so viciously, or who the monster was that took her innocence.
But the agonizing betrayal ignited a white-hot, burning vow for revenge.
Five years later, she returned to the city not as a broken outcast, but as a legendary underground doctor and a ruthless biotech CEO.
And the very first billionaire she clashed with was Fabian Richmond, a paranoid tyrant who unknowingly possessed her stolen sons—and the exact same platinum crest. The 100-Point Plan For His Regret
Modern For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. The Switched Bride's Rebirth: Rising as the Don's Vengeful Queen
Mafia I woke up ten days after being reborn, right on the day of my engagement to the ambitious prosecutor, Barrett.
Before the ceremony, my illegitimate half-sister, Karly, intercepted my heirloom brooch.
Also reborn, she smugly stole my fiancé, desperate for the glorious future of a powerful politician's wife.
"He needs a wife who can help him rise, not an empty porcelain doll."
She didn't know that in our past life, Barrett had ruthlessly traded me to a terrifying Mafia Don just to secure his political future.
I happily let her take my nightmare, but my brief taste of freedom shattered instantly.
To maintain power, my family's Matriarch ruthlessly married me off to the notorious Carney mafia family instead.
On my wedding night, my playboy husband abandoned me for his screaming mistress, leaving me completely humiliated in front of the entire estate.
The next morning, my vicious mother-in-law tried to hand me the family's financial ledgers.
It looked like the ultimate power, but I knew it was a gilded trap meant to make me the scapegoat for their rotting, bankrupt syndicate.
Karly paraded her perfect new life, waiting for me to be devoured by the underworld.
My new in-laws laid deadly traps at every turn, expecting me to quietly drown with their sinking ship.
Even the Dark Don of Chicago was stalking me from the shadows, furious that I had been given to another man.
Everyone thought I was just a helpless pawn trapped in a monster's cage.
But I was no longer the naive girl from my past life.
Since they decided to throw me to the wolves, I would make sure I had the teeth to tear this whole world down. Jilted Wife, Billionaire's Daughter Rises
Modern My husband, Dalton, publicly humiliated me for the tenth time, flaunting his pregnant mistress, Justine, at a conference for the company I built. I was trapped, paying for my mother' s endless medical bills.
But then Justine took it a step further. She went to my mother' s hospital and cruelly told her everything-all the affairs, all my sacrifices. My mother, in her despair, jumped from the rooftop.
At the funeral, Justine crashed the service with a brass band, showering my mother' s casket with confetti.
"She's just trying to be thoughtful!" Dalton yelled, shielding her as I lunged forward in a blind rage.
He shoved me back, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare touch her! She's carrying my child!"
He raised his hand to strike me, and I braced for the impact, my world completely shattered.
But the blow never landed.
A chillingly calm, powerful voice cut through the chaos.
"I wouldn't advise that, Dalton."
My estranged, billionaire father had just arrived. 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'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. 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
Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Ming Yue Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire.
I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock.
I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim.
"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months.
Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout.
But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back. Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon
Piao Guo Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone.
Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat.
"Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison."
"You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are."
When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice.
Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters.
They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff.
To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance.
Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie.
The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage.
Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family.
But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil. The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Untouchable After Goodbye: She Had A Secret Empire
Mira Westfield "Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life."
He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him.
When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents.
The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory.
When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!" Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge
Xiao Hong Mao I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go.
The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside.
The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal.
I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate.
But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone.
"Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands."
The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak. First Lady Out, Your Majesty In
Asher Wolfe For three years, Allison played the perfect First Lady in a marriage that never gave her love back.
Nolan handed her divorce papers, sneering at her background while his mother mocked her as barren and his pregnant mistress claimed her place. So Allison walked away.
On the very day she left him, the royal family reclaimed her as their lost princess.
Crown, fortune, power, three terrifying brothers, and a handpicked royal consort now stood at her side.
Her eldest brother-the world's most feared arms dealer-pushed a black card across the table. "Go on. Spend whatever you like."
Her second brother-the genius doctor-twirled a scalpel between his fingers. "Tell me, sis. How many cuts do the ones who hurt you deserve?"
Her third brother-a global martial arts superstar-stormed into her ex-husband's lair. "Who made my sister cry? Time to face the music."
When her regretful ex begged for another chance, Allison only smiled.
It was too late. She was no longer his wife. She was his worst mistake. 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." Phoenix Of Ruin: My Second Life Comes With A Better Man
Maple Breeze Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress.
After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay.
She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family.
Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon.
When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you." 
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