Xiao Youzi
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The Genius Wife He Never Cherished
Modern I gave up my architecture dream and my entire inheritance to help Garrison build his law firm, reducing myself to a glorified maid in his home for five years.
But the night my mother lay dying in the hospital, Garrison didn't come.
Instead, I saw him on the news, proposing to his mistress, Kayla, with a diamond ring bought with my savings.
When I confronted them, Garrison didn't apologize. Instead, he forced me to sign my 15% stake in the company over to Kayla for zero dollars.
He claimed she needed "security" because she was fragile.
Even when I threw the toxicology report at him, proving Kayla had poisoned my mother with arsenic to get her out of the way, Garrison covered it up to save his precious merger.
He looked me in the eye and told me to apologize to the woman who murdered my mother.
That was the moment Janet Gardner died.
I signed the papers, threw the divorce agreement in his face, and vanished into the night without a trace.
Three years later, at a prestigious art gallery in Paris, a gaunt, broken man fell to his knees in front of the famous artist "Jane."
Garrison wept, clutching the hem of my dress, begging for my forgiveness.
I looked down at my ex-husband with a polite, empty smile.
"I'm sorry, sir. Do I know you?" Mafia Princess: Escaping His Deadly Lie
Mafia For three years, a rare liver disease has been killing me. Through it all, my husband Julian has been my rock. Our last hope was a black-market liver, secured through a life-debt owed to my family, the Volkov Bratva.
But from my hospital bed, I overheard him promise that very liver to another woman.
It was for his mistress's mother.
I soon discovered he had a four-year-old daughter with her. Their family was established; I was just the placeholder. On a hidden security feed, I watched him in my dead parents' penthouse—a sacred place he forbade me from visiting—bouncing their child on his knee.
Then he fastened the diamond necklace he'd bought for my birthday around his mistress's neck.
The final blow came when I heard her whisper, "Just a little longer... the fever will do the rest."
He wasn't just leaving me. He was actively trying to kill me.
The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned to a cold, hard stone in my chest. The man whose devotion I never questioned now made my skin crawl with revulsion.
The next morning, I signed myself out of the hospital against medical advice. I left my wedding ring and the signed divorce papers on the entryway table, blocked his number, and walked out of our house without looking back. Love's Betrayal, A Mother's Vow
Sci-fi Ava stepped off the jet, eager to finally hug her daughter, Lily, after eighteen months away on a critical mission.
A familiar face, her handler, handed her a tablet, saying, "Welcome home, Ava. Everything is ready for your debriefing tomorrow. Tonight is yours."
Her eyes immediately landed on a headline: "Tech Prodigy Lily Thorne Exposed as Fraud, Groundbreaking AI Code Auctioned Off by Estranged Husband Mark Vance."
And then the photo. Lily, bound to a chair on a brightly lit stage, her face pale, a mixture of shock and utter devastation.
Her estranged son-in-law, Mark Vance, stood beside a woman Ava didn' t recognize-his new fiancée, Chloe.
He was sneering into the camera, declaring Lily would be finished, blacklisted, her future one of "menial jobs and constant public humiliation."
The tablet shattered in Ava' s hand, cracks spiderwebbing across the screen.
Her blood ran cold. The rage was a physical force, shimmering in the air around her.
How could he do this? How could a man she once trusted betray her daughter so completely, so publicly?
This wasn't just a betrayal; it was an execution.
"The mission isn' t over," Ava declared, her voice unnaturally calm, her gaze fixed on something far beyond the horrified handler. "It just began." Reclaiming Life, Finding Love
Romance The paper in my hand felt like a death sentence: glioblastoma, an aggressive brain tumor.
That same day, my estranged wife, Chloe, flashed across my laptop screen, pregnant with another man' s child, her new partner, Mark Jensen, by her side.
Before I could even process the betrayal, my five-year-old son, Liam, shattered my phone, screaming, "I hate you!", his loyalty already shifted to Chloe' s new family.
Later that day, a venomous spider bite and a brutal car crash-orchestrated by Chloe herself-left me clinging to life, only for her and Mark to attempt to block my treatment at the hospital, almost succeeding.
They dragged me from my hospital bed, still recovering, and locked me in my own basement, binding me to a chair.
Forced to confess to lies I never spoke, I endured their physical and emotional torment, my own son throwing a toy car at my face.
Every word they spoke, every blow they landed, twisted the knife of injustice deeper, making me question how the woman I loved and the child I adored could become my tormentors.
My world was crumbling, everything I built stripped away by those closest to me, leaving me utterly alone and broken.
But then, a new doctor, Evelyn Reed, emerged, a beacon of hope against the darkness, a promise that this nightmare, and the lies that fueled it, would finally be exposed. The Night They Buried Me Alive
Romance The yacht bucked like a wild beast in the Lake Michigan storm, and my family faced a terrible choice.
There were only two spots left on the rescue boat, and my father didn' t hesitate: "Caleb, get in. Grab the dog."
They chose my adopted brother, the "good luck charm," and my mother' s prized show dog over me, yelling for me to swim to a non-existent marina.
My fiancée, Molly, was already gone, announcing her engagement to Caleb on the evening news before they even knew if I was dead or alive.
When I finally dragged myself back, barely clinging to life, I was met not with relief, but with rage and disgust.
My "brother" Caleb, the perfect son, framed me for theft, and my parents, the people who were supposed to love me, forced me to strip naked in front of their staff, searching for something I didn't steal.
How could my own family do this? How could they betray me so completely, not just once, but again and again, pushing me to the absolute breaking point?
That day, as I walked away, leaving everything and everyone I knew behind, I wasn't just leaving a house; I was severing a destiny.
I was done being Ethan Duncan, the cursed son; now, I would simply become Ethan, and I would build a life so strong, so independent, that their world would crumble without me. Beyond The Pep Rally Humiliation
Romance My name is Maya Rodriguez, and I pretty much live at WOLF Radio, spinning indie tracks and secretly nursing a hopeless crush on Ethan Miller, our university' s star quarterback.
He' s that guy – popular, talented, and completely out of my league.
Then came Homecoming.
A text from my best friend shattered my world: Ethan was about to ask Chloe Davis, the campus queen, to the Ball.
And he was going to do it using my microphones!
My stomach clenched.
I had to stop him.
In a panic, I recorded a voice note to Liv: "Liv, I have to stop this! I can't let him use the WOLF Radio mic to ask Chloe! You know how I feel about Ethan!"
But a forgotten Bluetooth connection turned my private confession into a public announcement, booming across the entire stadium.
The mortified silence, then the gasps and laughter.
My deepest secret, broadcast to thousands.
I wanted to die.
Chaos.
Humiliation.
How could my mistake be so catastrophic?
I was the invisible sound tech, always behind the scenes.
This was beyond anything I could imagine.
The star quarterback, frozen on the field, looking directly at me.
But then the impossible happened: Ethan sought me out.
He wasn't angry.
He was oddly amused.
He revealed a massive misunderstanding – the proposal wasn't for Chloe, or even for him.
My public humiliation was all for nothing.
Or was it?
What exactly was the campus heartthrob doing, being so incredibly kind to the girl who just declared her crush to the whole school? The Twins He Destroyed
Romance The Thorne mansion reeked of unspoken rivalries.
I, Sarah Ashton, was one of eighteen women, disowned by my family for this role.
Ethan, my childhood sweetheart, now saw me with cold resentment, obsessed with Brenda, who claimed to save his life.
A chilling premonition haunted me: Ethan' s rage-filled face, his hands stained with my blood, my newborn twins' cries silenced. He kills us.
So, the faint blue lines on the test brought not joy, but icy terror. My unborn, his children. The ones he would destroy.
I secretly bribed the doctor to hide my twin pregnancy.
Days later, Brenda announced her fake pregnancy; overjoyed Ethan demanded marriage.
The horror peaked when Brenda, feigning a fall and accusing me, screamed I harmed her "baby." Ethan' s fury erupted.
He punched me, then kicked my stomach.
Agony ripped through me. "My babies…" I choked, bleeding. "Ethan… I'm pregnant…"
He laughed, "Pregnant? You? Don' t try that lie now."
He saw only his "victim" and "attacker," dismissing my agony.
My premonition became real: my twins, lost to their father's blind rage.
As darkness consumed me, Eleanor Thorne, Ethan's grandmother, burst in, face etched with horror. She knew.
With her help, I escaped, grieving my lost children.
Ethan built his joyous new life on Brenda' s lies, unaware Eleanor was patiently orchestrating a reckoning he' d never forget. Falcon's Fury: The Heiress Returns
Billionaires Three years at Yale, I missed the Texas heat and the Sterling ranch, counting down the days to surprise my sister, Lily.
I pictured our joyful reunion, the familiar echo of laughter in the grand halls.
Instead, a chilling silence hung over the mansion. Her familiar room was replaced by a gaudy guest suite.
A faint, rhythmic creaking led me to the gardens. There, under a wilting magnolia, stood a crude dog run.
And inside, a tattered pink fabric betrayed the unimaginable – Lily.
My sister, rail-thin, hair matted, whimpered, "No… no cookies. Cookies are for good people. Master says I'm a pet."
Just then, Pamela, my stepmother, emerged, smug and heavily pregnant, dangling Lily's half of our family's sacred Falcon emblem.
"Ava, darling. Home a bit sooner than expected, aren't we?"
"That badge means power, and Lily graciously gave me her share," she purred, her gaze predatory, eyeing mine.
How could Robert, my own father, stand by while his daughter was brutalized?
He had shielded Pamela, allowed her to twist our family's legacy into this grotesque nightmare.
This wasn't merely a family dispute; it was an act of heinous cruelty. A deliberate erasure of everything my mother had built.
And I, the rightful heir, was now utterly alone, powerless.
When her goons cornered me, tearing away my own Falcon emblem, she declared Falcon International finally hers.
But they didn't know that under my shirt, hidden by years of preparation, was a silent beacon.
With a single, desperate press, I had activated the Ghost Tactical Squad—Falcon's most elite, most discreet unit.
The game was about to change. The Unspoken Farewell
Romance I was Emily Rose, a top-tier law student, interning at the prestigious Kent Corporation.
William Kent, the notorious playboy heir, relentlessly pursued me, and I fell hard, believing I was finally his "one."
Old Man Kent had even announced a challenge: the woman who could tame William for six months would be the next Mrs. Kent.
I pictured a future, a ring, a life.
Then the news broke: Sophia Vanderbilt, William’s society-approved match, staged a public, bloody suicide attempt, blaming me as the gold-digging home-wrecker.
William, to save his family's reputation and his own ascent, instantly turned on me, calling me a calculating liar.
The Kents ensured my scholarship vanished, my reputation was shredded, and I became a corporate pariah.
They didn't stop there; my nurse mother was framed for theft, and my younger brother faced drug charges.
My world burned as their lawyers offered a chilling ultimatum: confess and disappear, or my family would face ruin.
I refused, and the next day, a black SUV ran a red light.
Then, nothing.
Until I snapped awake, back at the very Kent gala where William first charmed me – the night it all began.
My heart hammered, a wild bird trapped, but this time, it vibrated with a cold, clear resolve.
Why was I back?
To relive this nightmare, this betrayal?
No, this time, I wouldn't be their lamb.
I met William's gaze, my eyes cold and flat: "Not yours, Mr. Kent. Excuse me."
This time, the game was mine to play. 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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