Xiu Luo
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My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret
Romance I woke up in a hospital bed, the lingering scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of machines my first reality after a car crash.
But the real shock wasn't the physical pain; it was the vivid nightmares, clearer than memories, of a future where I was dead, my husband Michael married my sister Jessica, and my entire identity was systematically erased.
My own mother, Karen, greeted me not with relief, but with sharp impatience, blaming me for the "trouble" my coma caused, while Jessica, feigning concern, subtly tried to steal my dream journalism grant and clung possessively to Michael. Michael, my supposed husband, stood by, his weakness paving the way for their manipulations, even as I recalled divorce papers hidden in his desk, signed by him weeks before my accident.
The town gossiped, portraying me as unstable, while Jessica was painted a saint, and my mother chillingly confessed I was "bad luck" from birth.
How could my own family conspire to erase my existence, and why did they always favor my sister, wishing I hadn't woken up at all? This wasn't merely betrayal; it was an active plot to dismantle my life, and I was trapped, expected to silently accept my fate while they openly flaunt their wicked intentions.
But the chilling clarity of those "premonitions" became my armor, showing me every deception, and as Michael stood there, oblivious, I knew the accommodating Sarah was gone; I would reclaim my life, sign those divorce papers, and secure my future, no apologies. He Chose Power, She Found Love
Modern Five years after my ex, Clay, traded me for power, we met again at an exclusive summit. He and his new fiancée, Destany, publicly humiliated me, calling me a trespasser and a thief for looking for my son's lost locket.
Then, my three-year-old son, Justus, ran to me, crying "Mama!"
In a horrifying move, Destany snatched him from my arms.
She shrieked to the powerful crowd that I was a low-born commoner who had kidnapped a child of noble blood. The room erupted, calling for my arrest.
Clay, the man I once loved, watched with cold satisfaction as guards pinned my arms back. He ordered them to take my son away and deal with me. I screamed that Justus was mine, but my pleas were drowned out by their accusations.
How could this be happening? The man who once promised me everything was now helping to rip my child away from me, branding me a criminal.
But just as they were about to drag me away, an immense power slammed into the room, forcing everyone to their knees. A tall, imposing figure appeared, his golden eyes blazing with fury. My husband, Damien, had arrived. The Empress Who Buries Her Past
Modern I sacrificed my womb and my youth to build Alec' s architectural empire from the shadows.
He repaid me by bringing his mistress, Billie, to frame me for plagiarism and destroy my reputation.
When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Billie used her influence to block his life-saving surgery.
Alec held my dying father' s life hostage, forcing me to my knees in front of the woman who ruined me.
"Apologize to her, Cydney," he commanded, "or I pull the plug."
I begged. I scraped my dignity off the floor. But they let my father die anyway.
Discarded and humiliated, I vanished in a plane crash, leaving only a wedding ring in a landfill.
Years later, at a global summit, Alec watched his company crumble under the attacks of a ruthless new rival.
He grabbed the woman in the emerald dress, his hands trembling as he recognized the eyes he thought were gone forever.
"Cydney? You're alive?"
I smiled, cold as ice.
"Ms. Frazier is dead, Alec. I' m the one who' s going to bury you." Contract Wife's Hidden Identity Revealed
Mafia For years, I was known as Killian Emerson’s only weakness, the anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire. I thought it was for us, a life he was building to protect me.
But then I found out the truth. My high school bully, Dallas, was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her penthouses, and funded her multi-million-dollar cat sanctuary.
He bought her a sanctuary for stray cats while my brother was dying. I begged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy and hung up. My brother died alone. Killian didn’t even come to the funeral.
When he finally called, he sounded bored. "Sorry to hear about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear Dallas in the background asking him to go ring shopping.
In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him simply died. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to ruin Dallas for carving "Worthless" into my wrist years ago.
Now, he protects her. He even let her crush the last memento my brother ever made for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused, he left me bleeding in the wreckage to save Dallas, without a single look back.
But the biggest secret was yet to come. Lying in a hospital bed, a call from the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally married. The entire foundation of my life was a lie designed to control me.
And now, I'm taking back everything he stole from me. Starting with his empire. The Wife He Forgot
Romance My marriage had been a cold, empty room for five years. I was reeling from a devastating loss, sitting in the ER breakroom, when a familiar voice shattered what little peace I had left.
"Mark, are you really going to die for her? For Emily Davis?" David Chase's voice, raw with anger, cut through the hospital air outside my husband' s room.
His next words felt like a physical blow: "All these years, every overtime shift, every missed holiday, every time you let Sarah and Lily down... wasn't it all just so you could hear her voice on the dispatch? Just to hear Emily say, 'Engine 32, you're cleared to return to base'?"
My world tilted. It wasn' t about his job, not his heroism. It was about Emily Davis, his ex-girlfriend. He had covered for her when her family went bankrupt, joining the fire academy to be near her, while I, Sarah, picked up the pieces, paying his debts, loving him for 16 years, waiting for a new beginning.
Then, Lily, our daughter, died. The fever spiked viciously, taking her life in my arms within hours. Mark never knew. He never answered my desperate calls. He was always on duty, always chasing the next emergency-which now I knew was always about Emily.
Why was I just a placeholder? Why was our daughter a casualty of his obsession? I didn't understand. I couldn't understand how everything I believed was a lie. How could I have been so blind?
Something inside me, something that had been dying for five years, finally broke. I pulled out my phone, not to call a lawyer, but my old professor. "Dr. Reed," I said, my voice shockingly steady. "You once told me about a flight nurse program. Is it too late to apply?" His Secret Daughter, My Public Downfall
Modern My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, a fairytale with Matthew, the District Attorney, my "rock" who saved my family.
But then my estranged half-sister, Stella, burst in with a terrifying warning: marry him, and he would destroy me, publicly labeling me insane after his childhood friend, Nicole Fuller, framed me.
I dismissed it as delusion until Nicole actually appeared, bruised and crying, accusing me in front of everyone, and Matthew, without a flicker of hesitation, called off the wedding, declared me mentally unstable, and had me dragged away.
My own father, Robert Anderson, stood by and disowned me, reinforcing Matthew' s claims as Stella bravely took the fall for a crime she didn' t commit, only to be brutally beaten in jail.
Locked away in a notoriously corrupt psychiatric hospital, I faced unspeakable horrors, wondering how my life had spiraled into this nightmare, abandoned by everyone I trusted.
Just as all hope faded, my ex-boyfriend, Ethan, rescued me, and Stella revealed the shocking truth: she' d lived this life before, watching me die in that asylum, and our father' s beloved Nicole was his secret daughter, plotting against me all along.
Now, the naive Jocelyn is dead, and the only thing left is a burning desire for revenge. From Bounty to Beauty: Nyx's Rise
Romance As a beautiful woman who hated real-life objectification, I found freedom in "Legends of Aethelgard," the top VRMMO.
I played Nyx, a Shadow-Priestess with -100% beauty, seeking genuine connection.
For three years, I was happily partnered with Kael, a Paladin who was secretly Ethan Thorne, my real-life tech CEO boss I loved in-game.
Our peace shattered when Kael grew distant, then appeared with Twitch streamer Seraphina, both wearing the rare gear we'd planned.
She brazenly claimed "Stardust_Angel," my old online identity, a viral photo Ethan had obsessed over.
The gear, meant for 'us,' was for 'her,' his new muse.
This betrayal turned my sanctuary into a battlefield.
He swiftly replaced Nyx as co-leader and publicly dismissed our bond as "just a game," showering Seraphina with affection as forums mocked my "ugly" avatar.
I discovered Ethan, my boss, was dedicating his new game to this imposter, forcing me to work masked.
The ultimate humiliation: Kael placed a million-gold bounty on Nyx, sparking relentless in-game persecution.
How could three years of loyalty dissolve into nothing?
How could he believe her blatant lies over our shared history?
This public torment, simply for seeking anonymity, felt impossibly cruel and suffocating.
Pushed to the brink by constant abuse and Skyler's career-destroying public doxxing, I broke.
Confronting Ethan, I ripped off my mask.
"Because I' m Nyx," I declared, my stunning real face revealed, "the 'ugly' one. The 'scammer.' The one you put a bounty on."
The truth was out, and my fight for total redemption began. The Unseen Horror
Young Adult My mother's fists and cutting words were a constant, brutal normal.
At 19, I lived under her unpredictable rages, bewilderingly targeted and deeply alone.
Then a mysterious video shattered my fragile peace.
My loving grandparents, concerned about my endless "accidents," visited.
One glance at my mother's phone, and their faces twisted into sickening horror.
"She can't stay here," my grandfather rasped, their eyes silently urging me to vanish.
Weeks later, my boyfriend Mark burst in during another savage beating, ready to call the cops.
But after my mother calmly showed him that same video, his anger drained, replaced by a horrified pity.
"She needs to go," he told her, echoing my grandparents' chilling demand.
Even my beloved father, once my protector, turned cold and distant after viewing it, joining the chorus that I was "the problem."
My world imploded.
Everyone I trusted, every last hope, had turned on me, convinced by this unseen horror.
What unspeakable secret could be on that video that warped their love into icy rejection, making them agree I "needed to be taken care of"?
Was I losing my mind, or was this betrayal a prelude to something far more sinister?
Desperate for answers, I risked everything, stealing my mother's phone and watching the dreaded file.
What I saw wasn't about me at all; it was a grainy, undeniable horror: my "kind" father, the respected community leader, preying on my older sisters.
The unthinkable truth rewrote my entire life, exposing my mother's "abuse" as a devastating, desperate shield, a terrifying sacrifice to protect me from the monster living under our roof. She Is a Rose From Ruins
Modern Olivia Miller had finally built her dream, a thriving craft brewery making waves in Austin.
As her new hazy IPA celebrated success, she scrolled Instagram, feeling the quiet satisfaction of a life well-lived.
But that peace was instantly shattered by an anonymous direct message: a photo of her husband, Ethan, intimately tangled with another woman – his own junior analyst, Izzy.
The world tilted as Olivia recognized Ethan' s watch, Izzy' s clinging embrace, and the dim, discreet bar.
This wasn't a misunderstanding; it was proof of months of his chilling indifference, his short texts, and his dismissive "work crises."
He had even abandoned her, terrified, during a severe Texas storm, only to be "safe and sound" with Izzy, later offering Olivia beer he explicitly bought for his mistress.
The sting of being gaslighted, manipulated into believing her instincts were "reading too much into things," was almost worse than the betrayal itself.
How could the earnest boy who made her a lopsided pottery vase, promising eternal devotion under the Texas sky, become this cruel stranger who made her feel utterly erased and "unclean"?
But from the wreckage, a flicker ignited – the fierce, brilliant girl her mother reminded her she still was.
Olivia shed her tears, faced Ethan with cold clarity, and dismantled his lies one by one, refusing his desperate, asset-laden pleas to buy her back.
Now, it was time to close that bitter chapter and start fighting for a future entirely her own. The Luck Thief's Game
Romance Chloe, a driven marketing exec in New York City, thought life was perfect until a stray Corgi brought her unimaginable luck, catapulting her career into the stratosphere.
Then came Eleanor Vance, a formidable Manhattan socialite, who orchestrated Chloe's bizarre marriage to her unseen, notorious son, Ethan.
The wedding was a blur, ending with a six-figure check and a chilling sense of dread.
Days later, celebrating her new wealth with her colleague and roommate Jessica, Chloe’s world shattered when Jessica, fueled by a chilling smirk, violently shoved her off her apartment balcony.
I hit the ground, the city lights spinning, but instead of death, I awoke bolt upright, back at the exact moment I first found the Corgi, my heart hammering with the terrifying memory of my murder.
Jessica was there, her eyes flickering with cruel recognition, and she snatched the Corgi, claiming Chloe’s "luck" and almost immediately securing the K-Corp account I’d previously earned.
Shock gave way to horror as I uncovered the truth: Eleanor Vance's comatose son, Ethan, was part of a terrifying ritual, his spirit needing to inhabit a child conceived by a "pure life essence" – a virgin whose life force would be drained.
The Corgi was the conduit, and I, Chloe, was the original, unsuspecting target.
Armed with the horrifying knowledge of what awaited me, knowing Jessica remembered too and was now walking into my former nightmare, I knew this wasn't just a second chance, but a desperate fight for survival against a monstrous, supernatural trap. You might like
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
SHANA GRAY The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Sea Jet Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief."
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be. His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Elroy Notman Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises
Rabbit My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool.
For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office.
The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation.
My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order.
Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve.
Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival
Rabbit The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost.
Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal.
This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline.
I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war. My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Winnie Suchoff The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. The Disowned Wife's Revenge: Buried Secrets and Billionaire Love
Rabbit Eleanor Vance had spent a lifetime trying to earn her family's love, offering them her heart, her talent, and her quiet devotion. But on Cassandra's birthday, her peace offering was met with a vicious lie and a stinging slap across the face. In that single, shattering moment, Eleanor realized she had been buying tickets to a bus that would never come, and something inside her snapped.
Her adopted sister, Cassandra, always commanded their parents' adoration, leaving Eleanor a perpetual shadow. So when Cassandra theatrically dropped Eleanor's painstakingly restored emerald brooch, blaming her, Eleanor's mother, Vivian, lashed out with a stinging slap. Her father, Robert, coldly demanded an apology, choosing a manipulator's tears over his own daughter's truth. The familiar ache in Eleanor's chest confirmed their twisted love was not for her.
A quiet, terrifying resolve settled within her. She knelt, not in humility, but with chilling purpose, tossed the emerald brooch into the roaring fireplace. ""You don't deserve it,"" she stated, devoid of warmth. Later, from a hidden compartment, she pulled out a sleek, black burner phone. ""It's time,"" Eleanor whispered. ""Initiate Phase One. Prepare the assets."" Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Shirlee Melnick Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. 
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