Xing Jiayi
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The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize
Modern I woke up in a hospital bed with the sting of antiseptic in my nose and my body feeling like lead. My world had been turned upside down by a crash, but the nightmare was only beginning.
Instead of a doctor, I found my Aunt Ursula and a man named Julian standing over me. They weren't there to comfort me; they were calculating my worth.
"Poor thing," Ursula cooed, pinning my wrist to the mattress.
Julian claimed he was my fiancé, even though I’d spent a year dodging his calls. I tried to scream, but my throat felt like it was filled with broken glass. They were using my silence to paint me as incompetent so they could seize my family’s trust fund. Just as Julian tried to force a ring on my finger, the door slammed open. Hilliard Blackburn, the city’s most ruthless billionaire, walked in and tossed a marriage certificate on the floor.
"I am her legal husband," he said. "Now, get out."
I was a piece of collateral, traded by my dying grandfather to pay off a debt. To Hilliard, I was just an asset in his portfolio. He didn't know that I was secretly "The Analyst," a hacker who moved millions on the dark web. He didn't know about the missing algorithm that could crash the market, or that my mentor had vanished in a lab fire.
The world saw a broken, mute heiress, but I was hiding a secret that could destroy us all. I was pregnant, and my stolen code was already being auctioned to the highest bidder. With Hilliard moving into my house to monitor me, I had to find the truth before my "husband" realized I was his greatest threat. The Placeholder Luna's Multi-Million Dollar Rejection
Werewolf When the raging fire devoured my childhood home, I was trapped on the second floor with no way out.
Desperate, I used our primal mind-link to beg my Alpha husband, Kaelen, to save me.
"I'm busy. Stop this pathetic bid for attention," he replied coldly.
As the smoke scorched my lungs, I heard a delicate cough through the link before he severed it completely.
It was Seraphina, the woman he truly wanted.
Kaelen was too busy soothing her mild fever to care that his legal wife was burning alive.
I had to shatter a window and jump from the roof, breaking my ankle on the hard ground just to survive.
Lying crippled in the damp grass, I saw Seraphina's new post, leaning against my husband's chest.
In the comments, his Beta and the entire pack praised her, mocking me as nothing but a "wolfless placeholder."
For two years, I had erased my true self and given up my career to be his perfect, obedient Luna.
Yet, my dying scream couldn't even compete with another woman's sneeze.
The foolish love I held for him crumbled to ash in that very moment.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg him to come back.
Instead, I wired twenty-two million dollars to his account, paying back every single cent he had ever spent on me.
Then, I signed a Formal Rejection and had it delivered straight to his elite gala.
It was time to resurrect my buried identity as Hollywood's top screenwriter, and live for myself. Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband
Modern For three years, I was the secret wife of Bishop Reynolds, living like a ghost in a loveless marriage to fulfill my dying father's wish.
Then, his true love, Janae Rose, came back to New York.
The moment she returned, my mother-in-law dragged me to a clinic for an invasive fertility check, determined to expose my "barrenness."
When Bishop burst into the room, I thought he had come to save me.
Instead, he looked at my trembling, humiliated body with cold accusation, his eyes only softening when Janae appeared at the door.
Later that night, trying to hide from them at a restaurant, a waiter accidentally spilled a tureen of scalding soup all over my back.
Bishop carried me into his car to treat my severe burns, but halfway to the hospital, Janae called, crying about a broken lock at her apartment.
Without a second thought, he ordered the driver to turn around, leaving me alone on the rainy street with my agonizing wounds.
Standing in the freezing downpour, the physical pain was nothing compared to the hollow chasm in my chest.
I finally understood that no matter how much I bled for him, I would only ever be an ugly obstacle in their perfect love story.
Returning to our empty mansion, I pulled out our marriage contract from the deepest drawer.
The next morning, facing his furious family who demanded an explanation for his scandalous photos with Janae, I smiled calmly.
"Please don't be angry with Bishop. It was my idea to keep our marriage private."
As they stared at me in shock, I sent a text to my best friend.
"I'm ready. Give me the name of that divorce lawyer." My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King
Werewolf At the sacred Moon Ball, I waited for the Moonstone Chalice to choose me as the Luna of Arthur, the Royal Alpha and my childhood love.
But the man on the throne, who looked exactly like Arthur, used dark magic to make the silver light choose a low-level Omega named Diana instead.
He then stepped down, looking at me with greedy eyes.
"You will be my Chosen Mate. You will have my bed, even if you do not have the title."
He wanted me as a cheap mistress just to control my family's powerful army.
When I refused, he crushed the silver amulet Arthur had given me and threatened to strip my rank.
Diana hid behind him, pretending to cry and apologize while stealing my rightful place.
But I felt absolutely no soul connection to this man.
His scent was a disgusting mix of damp earth and rot. This was not the boy who once took a silver dagger to the chest to save my life.
Disgusted by the imposter, I left the castle and wandered into the market, where I saw royal guards brutally kicking a crippled, severely burned beggar.
I ordered them to stop and knelt in the dirt to help the dying man.
But the moment my fingers brushed his ruined neck, a violent shock of pure electricity shot down my spine.
The Recognition was complete.
This broken beggar with a peeled-off face was my true Alpha, Arthur.
I held my fated mate tightly, swearing to make the imposter bleed for every scar on his body. Shattered Vows: The Genius Doctor's Revenge
Billionaires As the fetal monitor screamed in the delivery room, Danae begged the nurses to call her billionaire husband to save their dying baby.
Instead of Adrian, his chief lawyer arrived with a chilling directive: all emergency interventions were explicitly denied.
While security guards pinned her arms to the mattress, Danae was forced to listen to her baby's heartbeat flatline. The lawyer simply dropped divorce papers on her bed and walked out. A sympathetic doctor helped Danae fake her own death to escape the family. Stripped of her assets and kicked out into the freezing rain, she tried to drown herself with her child's ashes, only to be saved by a mysterious benefactor.
Three years later, Danae returned as a top medical researcher. But at a high-profile symposium, she crossed paths with Adrian and his new fiancée—a cheap lookalike of Danae. The woman maliciously staged a bloody miscarriage using a restricted chemical, perfectly framing Danae's lab for the crime.
Adrian pinned Danae against the wall, his eyes black with rage, vowing to make her beg for death. Three years ago, he let their real child die without even answering the phone. Now, he was ready to destroy her over a fake pregnancy.
Just as Adrian's private guards dragged her away to be locked up, the hospital doors were violently kicked open. A rival billionaire stepped in with a team of ruthless lawyers, shielding Danae behind his back and declaring war. Ninety Days To Break Your Heart
Modern I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"—the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger.
When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn’t offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else.
The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows.
I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference.
But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company’s voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I’m not running away anymore. I’ve decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I’m staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming—his most dangerous nightmare. My Heart Turned To Stone For Him
Modern I was New York's "wild child" artist, sold by my father into a marriage with the powerful Camden Winters. It was a cold transaction-my freedom for a life-saving drug from my family's company.
But the drug wasn't for him. It was for Brianne, his fragile childhood sweetheart, the "unforgettable love" he swore to me on our wedding day didn't exist.
When we both ended up critically injured in the hospital, the doctors asked my husband who to save first. He didn't hesitate.
"Save Brianne."
He chose to let his own wife die. After all the lies and betrayals, I finally understood I was just a tool. My heart turned to stone.
So I divorced him and vanished. But he hunted me down, destroyed the new life I had built, and dragged me back, discovering I was pregnant with his child.
He thought he had me trapped forever. He was wrong. I made him a promise, and then I broke it, leaving him with nothing but the ashes of his obsession. From Surgeon's Hands to Avenging Fire
Modern The world knew me as Dr. Brenna Mann, the neurosurgeon with hands insured for millions. My husband, Davis, was a powerful lawyer, and our life was perfect-until he shattered it.
He protected his secret lover, Kiley, after she killed my mother in a hit-and-run. Then, to silence me, he had his family' s dogs maul my hand, ending my career forever.
He didn't stop there. He fabricated a video that drove my innocent sister to suicide, then held her fate over my head to force me to save his lover's mother.
He took everything-my mother, my hand, my career, and my sister. The man I had vowed to love was a monster wearing my husband's skin.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me kneeling in public humiliation. He was wrong. He had only created a monster of his own, one with a brilliant mind and a billionaire's backing, ready to burn his world to the ground. The Jilted Bride's Ruthless Comeback
Romance I flew to Las Vegas to surprise my boyfriend of seven years with a proposal, only to overhear him celebrating his new marriage to his intern, Cortney. He had won a poker game and gotten a free marriage certificate as a prize.
"What about Amelia?" his friend asked.
"Amelia's fine," he scoffed. "She's so devoted, she'd wait another seven years for me if I asked."
His words shattered me. I resigned from the company we built together, AG Designs, and left. But Cortney wasn't done. She framed me for leaking company secrets, a lie Gabe instantly believed.
He dragged me back to our home, his eyes filled with a rage I'd never seen. "You scheming bitch!" he roared, his hand closing around my throat. "You want to destroy everything I built?!"
He beat me with a steel-tipped whip until I was barely conscious, leaving me bleeding and broken. He thought he had crushed me, that I would crawl back.
But as I lay there, the pain forged my broken heart into something cold and hard. I escaped, not to run, but to prepare.
Now, with the help of a powerful ally, I'm back. And I will make Gabe Carrillo pay for every scar, every tear, and every betrayal. He took my love and my life's work; I'm coming back to take his entire empire. Best Friend Zone: A Brutal Awakening
Romance "Ava, I only see you as a friend." Ethan's quiet words in the noisy bar landed like a ton of bricks, shattering my decade-long crush into a million pieces.
I had just poured out years of hidden feelings, only to be met with those five simple words. It was a clear, brutal end to a love story I had directed, starred in, and watched all by myself.
He finally looked at me, his expression full of a pity I didn' t want. "You' re my best friend, Ava. I don' t want to lose that." That phrase, 'best friend' , felt like a curse, a box he put me in, safe from my affections. For years, I had held onto fleeting moments, replaying them like favorite movie scenes, only to realize they were just casual gestures from a friend. My entire devotion had unknowingly sabotaged any other chance at a relationship.
I was his sun, but he saw me as just another planet in a predictable orbit. The realization was liberating and devastating all at once.
Driven by a desperate need to numb the ache, I found myself in a dark bar, downing tequila shots. It was there, amidst the haze, that Liam Walker, my deceased best friend Lily' s younger brother, found me. He saw through my pain, calling Ethan an idiot for not seeing my brilliance, a compliment that pierced through my drunken despair. He saw me not just as a friend, but as someone brilliant.
His fierce kindness was too much, leading to a messy, desperate kiss that I instantly regretted upon waking. The guilt, tied to Lily' s memory, was a heavy weight. I believed I had crossed an irreversible line with the boy I'd practically watched grow up.
My panic reached a peak when Ethan called, only for Liam to answer and coldly declare, "She was a little busy crying her eyes out after you broke her heart. You' re a bit late with the concern." He hung up, leaving me with a terrifying but thrilling jolt of electricity. Before I could process it, I sent Liam away, convinced I was just like Ethan, careless with others' hearts. But watching Ethan with his new girlfriend, Sarah, and realizing he had let my unrequited love fester out of fear, shattered my remaining illusions.
Why did he never love me, even for a second? Why did he let me waste all those years?
The bitter truth solidified: he was a coward, too afraid of real loss to embrace something real. And in that moment, I resolved to reclaim my life, to shed the heavy coat of unrequited love, and for the first time, choose myself. The CEO's Twisted Deception
Modern The new car gleamed in the executive parking spot, a silver dagger twisting in my gut.
It was a gift from Chloe, my fiancée and CEO, to Liam, her new executive assistant.
My project budget, for the core technology I built, was slashed again, a cold financial slap in the face.
Then, in front of the entire company, Chloe announced my salary cut, while Liam smirked beside her, wearing a new designer watch that matched his car.
The humiliation was a physical blow, public and intentional.
I looked at Chloe, searching for the woman I loved, the partner I trusted, but found only a stranger.
I resigned on the spot, the words a liberating exhale after ten years of pouring my life into Apex Innovations.
The next day, Chloe kissed Liam right in front of me, but the part of me that would have shattered was already gone.
I flinched from her touch when she tried to placate me, a physical rejection that finally broke her composure.
She fumed, threatening to abandon me, but I felt nothing.
Then, Liam, her new executive, chillingly outlined his plan to dismantle my life' s work for profit, and she agreed.
My lawyer informed me about the power of attorney, a relic of our past trust, that I might use to sell our joint home.
I heard him conspire to cannibalize my project, and witnessed her trust him blindly.
Later, she signed the house away, giving me full control of our assets, all because of Liam's fabricated emergency.
It was clear then: my loyalty hadn't been seen as strength, but as a weakness to exploit.
After she tried to blacklist me from the entire industry, I stood across from Chloe and Liam, who offered me a menial job in the company I co-founded, as an act of charity.
I realized this wasn't just a breakup; it was a war, and I was finally ready to fight back. The Code of Betrayal
Romance My peaceful night shattered when an alert flashed: my critical project's source code, leaked to a competitor, authorized with my credentials.
Before I could process the impossibility, my doorbell rang, revealing my boyfriend Matthew and best friend Molly, Molly' s face streaked with tears.
"Jennifer, how could you do this?" Matthew's voice, cold and accusatory, cut me deeper than any system alert as he scanned my apartment for "evidence."
He accused me of corporate espionage, and Molly sobbed about my "betrayal," a perfect picture of heartbroken friends.
Baffled and breathless, I could only state, "I didn't do it. Someone is setting me up."
But Matthew scoffed, dismissing my desperate plea, fully aware of my credentials' security.
The next day, he broke up with me in his office, cold and clinical, amidst the company crisis.
Later, I watched from my window as he kissed Molly passionately in the parking lot, her earlier tears replaced by laughter.
The crushing realization hit me: this was no accident; this was a coordinated attack, a complete betrayal by the two people I trusted most.
My grief lasted mere seconds before hardening into a cold, sharp fury.
They thought they' d broken me, but they were wrong.
I opened a new, encrypted file: "Investigation." The Billionaire's Secret Daughter
Romance I saw him on the magazine cover, Ethan Reed with Chloe Davis, the "perfect couple."
Seven years I' d told myself running was for the best, for his success.
But seeing the tech billionaire celebrated still felt like a punch.
Our past began with debt: my family' s help for his sick brother, twisted into forcing him to "choose" me over childhood friend Chloe.
Then the nightmare: my possessive love destroying his life, with a miserable child at its core.
Two pink lines confirmed I was pregnant with that child, forcing a terrifying decision.
The decision was brutal: I told him our relationship was a "game," then vanished.
Alone in London, I raised our daughter Lily, convinced I' d saved him.
Five years later, Lily' s severe nut allergy, identical to Ethan' s, innocently revealed all.
His raw whisper, "She's mine, Sarah. Lily is my daughter," shattered my facade.
Then, an anonymous text with my secret dream's details: Does he know why you ran away?
My blood ran cold. How could anyone know? Was my sacrifice a sinister lie?
The truth unveiled: Chloe wasn't just a rival.
She was a puppet master, feeding us both orchestrated nightmares.
She built a manipulative prison of fear.
Now, as her schemes explode in public, the true battle for our fragmented family begins. The Billionaire Heiress's Final Stand
Fantasy The rotors thrashed the air, a desperate sound in the collapsing city.
"Evie, damn it, wake up!" Ethan' s voice, tight with fury, cut through the fog in my head, his hands rough on my shoulders, shaking me towards the last transport helicopter.
He was urging me to wait for Krystal, his mistress, who was probably just fixing her makeup for her "survivor" selfie.
Then, a cold wave washed over me.
Not fog, but brutal clarity.
I had lived this exact moment before.
And died because of it.
In that past life, Ethan had deliberately left me behind.
He' d injected me, then convinced the extraction team I was delirious, a hysterical liability, a security risk.
They believed him, my "loving, concerned husband."
I was deserted in that war-torn hell, the infection taking hold in some bombed-out building, until there was nothing.
Later, a strange, detached knowing confirmed the worst: Ethan had returned to the States a hero, spinning a tale of my "noble sacrifice" pushing Krystal onto the plane instead of myself.
My already frail parents shattered, grief their final illness, gone within months.
Ethan inherited everything-the Reed fortune, the foundation, the philanthropic empire-marrying Krystal a year later in a lavish affair splashed across society pages.
The memory, sharp and brutal, burned away every last vestige of my past life's naivety.
How could I have been so utterly duped?
The raw injustice, the horrifying betrayal, the agonizing pain of my parents' fates-it all converged into a single, chilling resolve.
I was back, inexplicably given a second chance.
This time, there would be no sacrifice.
Only justice.
I pulled away from Ethan' s desperate grasp, my voice surprisingly steady and cold.
"No, Ethan."
I turned, walking straight towards the loading ramp.
"I'm getting on that helicopter. Now." The Fiancée Who Forgot Me
Romance The world tilted, and then went black for a second.
I came to with Jess screaming my name after a cyclist hit me, and I pulled her to safety.
At the hospital, with a mild concussion, I had a stupid idea: I' d pretend I had amnesia and ask Jess, "Who are you?"
Her eyes widened, but then a strange, unreadable expression flickered across her face.
With a voice suddenly too sweet, she leaned in and said, "Oh, Ethan, you don' t remember me? I' m Jessica, and Chloe is actually your fiancée. We were just out as friends."
My mind went blank, not from the concussion, but from genuine shock.
Chloe? Her best friend Chloe?
Jess was selling it hard, claiming I'd been "confused" even before the accident and that Chloe was my true love.
This wasn' t funny anymore; a cold feeling started in my stomach.
She insisted Chloe take me home, citing that familiarity would aid my "recovery."
As I lay in Chloe' s unfamiliar bed, the scent of vanilla filling the air, I realized Jess wasn't just playing along; she was hijacking my prank for her own twisted agenda.
Then, I overheard her on the phone: she called me "boring" and "clingy," bragging about using Chloe as a "break" so she could see her old flame, Mark.
The raw ache in my chest had nothing to do with the concussion; it was the sting of deliberate, cruel dismissal.
My fiancée was throwing me away, deliberately and publicly, to pursue someone else.
Why was Chloe, this quiet, uncomfortable stranger, going along with Jess' s insane scheme?
My anger hardened, but so did a new resolve: if Jess wanted a break, she' d get one, but it would be entirely on my terms.
I would expose her lies, one "amnesiac" step at a time. My Second Chance: The Heiress Who Chose Freedom
Modern The judge’s dull voice droned through the quiet courtroom, a familiar echo from a life I’d already painfully lived.
My parents, Brenda and Rob, sat on opposite sides, their strained silence a prelude to the crucial decision before us.
This was it, the pivotal moment my life would splinter once more.
My younger brother, Kevin, piped up without hesitation, "I choose Mom!"
A sickeningly smug grin spread across his face as he briefly met my eyes, a look that sent a chill down my spine.
It was the exact same pronouncement, the same twist of fate, that had occurred in my previous, tragic existence.
That first time, my own choice to cling to Mom had spiral-downed into years of agonizing hunger, her volatile, bitter moods, and eventually, my gruesome death at Kevin’s hand.
His petty jealousy hadn't just festered; it had exploded after Mom’s ill-fated marriage to a rich man.
He still carried this delusion of grandeur, convinced he held the blueprint to quick riches.
He truly believed his warped memory of a future that never materialized for him, dreaming of hitting the jackpot with Mom.
The irony was almost unbearable; he had no clue of the true misery his path would lead him to, nor the cold, cruel betrayal that ended my first life.
The unfairness burned, that he was here, just as oblivious, just as dangerous.
But unlike that former existence, I stood here now, armed with shattering foresight.
When the judge’s gaze finally landed on me, "Sarah, and you?", I made a sharp, deliberate break from the past.
I looked at my weak, easily-manipulated father, and with a quiet, unwavering voice, I sealed my new destiny: "I'll go with my father." You might like
His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius
Qing Cheng I flew back to New York on my twenty-fifth birthday, carrying vintage gold cufflinks I spent weeks finding for my billionaire husband, Declan.
But when I walked into our townhouse, I found him throwing a massive victory party with Sloane, a glamorous socialite, standing by his side as the proud hostess.
"Don't cause a scene. Go upstairs."
Declan coldly dismissed me in front of his guests.
Even Poppy, the rookie player whose shattered ankle I had painstakingly rebuilt, rolled her eyes and ignored me to suck up to Sloane.
Hiding in the shadows, I heard the maids gossiping that everyone thought Sloane was the future Mrs. Hartford.
To make matters worse, I discovered Sloane had stolen my anonymous, groundbreaking medical algorithm and was planning to present it as her own.
First my husband, then the girl I mentored like family, and now the scientific foundation I had built with my own hands.
Declan even texted me to cancel our birthday breakfast without a single apology, treating me like an annoying afterthought.
My tears vanished, replaced by a freezing clarity.
I signed the divorce papers, leaving them on his desk with zero demands for his money.
Then I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Boston, and prepared to destroy them on the global stage. 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?" The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
Gertrude I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter.
But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back. Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant
Valeria On our third engagement anniversary, I bought my fiancé the watch he had wanted for months.
But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman.
The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna.
When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me.
Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation.
They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit.
Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies.
"She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood."
I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery.
I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased.
I refused to let them destroy me.
To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship.
But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead.
Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress.
"Are you my new mommy?" 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. Addicted To My Secret Genius Wife
Li Zi Hai Shi Xing My father called me into the opulent living room just to announce that my arranged marriage had been given to my stepsister.
Olivia, wearing a smug smile in her Chanel suit, had stolen my fiancé. And as compensation, I was ordered to marry his older brother, Julian—a paralyzed outcast who lived in the neglected, rotting wing of the Sharpe estate.
When I refused to be tossed away like trash, my father used my only weakness.
"Sign the agreement. Otherwise, you know your brother's medical bills..."
My brother Ethan was lying in a hospital bed, trapped in his own body by a rare neurotoxin. I had no choice but to sign the paper and be shipped off to the Sharpe family that very night.
There, I was treated like a joke. The servants placed bets on my humiliation, and my new stepmother-in-law ambushed me with a public brunch to mock my country background.
They all thought I was just a docile, uneducated pawn they could bully and discard.
They didn't know about my perfect SAT score, my hidden Columbia University acceptance letter, or the jar of contaminated soil from my hometown I kept hidden in my bag. They didn't know I already understood the biochemistry of the poison destroying my brother's brain.
Looking at the arrogant family trying to step all over me, and my observant, wheelchair-bound husband who was slowly uncovering my secrets, I smiled coldly.
I didn't come to New York to be a trophy wife, I came for revenge. 
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