Yi Yanni
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Yi Yanni's Books and Stories
My Brother's Betrayal, My Lover's Lies
Modern I thought my life was perfect. I had a loving boyfriend of five years, Jaxon, and was getting ready to celebrate my brother Hanson' s wedding. I even picked out the perfect cream-colored dress for the rehearsal dinner.
But that perfect world shattered when I found Jaxon in the parking garage, tangled up with my brother' s fiancée, Karla. They had been having an affair for three years.
When I tried to expose them, they twisted the story, painting me as a jealous liar trying to ruin the wedding.
My own brother, Hanson, believed them. He slapped me across the face, his eyes filled with hate.
"You stay away from this wedding," he snarled. "If you try to ruin this, I swear, I will make you regret it."
Jaxon just stood there, choosing his mistress over me, watching as my own family turned on me.
They thought they had broken me, casting me out as the crazy, unstable sister.
But as I fled that night, I made a vow.
They would all pay. And I would be the one to collect. Their Lamb Becomes The Storm
Romance For seven years, I thought I was their cherished princess. My father had adopted seven boys to be my guardians, my "brothers," and I was happily engaged to their leader, Julian, the man I'd loved my whole life.
That illusion shattered when I overheard him confessing his true plan to Lily, the girl I had treated like a sister.
"Once I marry her and secure the O'Hara estate, everything will be ours," he said, his voice cold. "She's just a means to an end."
Their betrayal didn't stop there. Days later, they tried to kill me. In our family's ancient wine cellar, a place of history and pride, they sabotaged a rack holding a multi-ton oak barrel. Lily gave the order, and another of my guardians, Ryan, carried it out. The barrel was meant to crush me, to make my death look like a tragic accident. They hadn't just broken my heart; they tried to break my bones.
I realized they were all in on it. The seven men sworn to protect me were a pack of wolves, and I was the lamb they were fattening for the slaughter, all for the sake of their manipulative queen, Lily.
They thought I was a fragile doll they could easily discard.
But my father once told me, "An O'Hara is never a victim. We are the storm." At my 21st birthday party, the night they tried to humiliate me in front of the world, I decided it was time to show them all what a storm really looks like. Invisible Wife, Undying Love
Billionaires For ten years, I was the invisible Mrs. Perry, the woman everyone mocked for clinging to a man who openly despised her. They called me pathetic, a social climber with no self-respect.
But they didn't know the truth. My devotion wasn't for Cameron; it was for his brother, Jessie, the man I truly loved, who supposedly died a decade ago. My ten-year pact to protect Cameron for Jessie was almost over.
Then, Cassandra Foreman, Cameron's ex and the woman he still loved, made a comeback. She was in an accident, and Cameron was ready to risk his life to save her. I stepped in, donating my rare blood, collapsing from the effort.
Cameron never came to my side. Instead, he brought Cassandra home, ordering me to care for her. She tormented me, framing me for her self-inflicted injuries, and Cameron, blind with devotion, punished me. He threw me out in the rain, accused me of trying to kill her, and even tried to drown me.
Why did I endure this humiliation? Why did I stay, even when he told me he would never love me, even if I died for him?
Because I had a promise to keep. But now, the promise is fulfilled. I' m going to find Jessie. Betrayed Bride: His Cruelest Debt
Romance My wedding to the brilliant surgeon, Dr. Kason Ortiz, was postponed again. For the fifth time. This time, it was a car accident, a suspicious one, just like all the others.
Then, I overheard Kason and his ambitious resident, Jaye Hinton, talking. The "accidents" weren't accidents at all; they were meticulously planned acts of sabotage by Kason to avoid marrying me.
He was doing it to repay a debt: his father's debt to mine, who took the fall for his family's legal scandal. Kason, the man I loved, was systematically hurting me, hoping I'd break and call off the wedding myself.
The betrayal cut deeper than any physical injury. My father, who sacrificed his freedom for the Ortiz family, had unknowingly bound me to my tormentor. Kason even used my father's life as leverage, leading to his death in prison.
He then allowed Jaye to "accidentally" destroy my father's ashes and deliberately damage my vocal cords during surgery, leaving me voiceless and broken.
Why was he so cruel? Why did he hate me so much? What kind of man would destroy everything I held dear just to escape an obligation?
But I wouldn't be his victim. I would not be his debt. I would be free. My Wife, My Best Friend, Their Deceit
Romance My best friend Kevin invited me to his dad' s 60th birthday, a big celebration because his dad had terminal cancer. My wife, Olivia, couldn't make it; she was on a two-week work trip in Europe, a crucial conference for her career.
But when I arrived at the party, I saw Olivia, kneeling before Mr. and Mrs. Miller, performing a "daughter-in-law tea" ceremony, dressed in a way I' d never seen. Then I heard Kevin' s relative say, "Kevin is so lucky. His fiancée is just wonderful." Fiancée. The word crushed me.
Olivia' s practiced smile froze when she saw me. She pulled me aside, whispering, "Ethan, what are you doing here? It's not what you think." Kevin then appeared, claiming it was a "little white lie" for his dying father, wanting to see him settled. Olivia eagerly agreed, pleading with me to keep quiet, "just for today."
They stood there, my wife and my best friend, united in their deceit, asking me to participate in my own humiliation. A cold clarity washed over me. "For your dad's dying wish? Does his dying wish also include a grandchild to complete the 'four-generation' picture? Are you pregnant, too?"
The air turned to ice. Olivia recoiled, then feigned outrage, calling me "cruel." Her gaslighting was instant. Later that night, I went home to retrieve belongings and found them passionately kissing on my couch. "It's... it's not what it looks like!" she gasped, but I pulled out my phone, recording, "Save it for the judge. I want a divorce. And I'm keeping the dog." Marriage of Deceit: A Father's Return
Billionaires The smoky air of the private club was my weekly escape, a poker game with the only family I had left after my life fell apart.
Then a sharp knock on the door, uncharacteristic and unwelcome, shattered the peace.
It was my daughter, Emily, standing there, dressed in expensive clothes that screamed wealth but fit her poorly, her face a mask of impatient demand. "Are you Liam?" she asked, her tone sharp.
The name "Emily" hit me like a physical blow. Not the sweet girl with pigtails I remembered, but a cold stranger who now sneered with her mother' s malicious confidence.
She was getting married, she announced, but her intent wasn't sharing joy. It was a thinly veiled directive, a command for me to be present for the "family's image."
The look of disgust in her eyes, a mirror of my ex-wife Sarah' s, confirmed it. She saw me as a pathetic relic, just as Sarah had poisoned her mind into believing I was an unfit father, a failed businessman, the reason for all their problems.
My heart, long numbed, flickered with a bitter anger. The sheer audacity, the entitlement-it was all Sarah, channeled through the daughter I no longer knew.
"I don't," I told my friends, eyes hard. "Not anymore." But as I said it, a new thought began to form. A wedding was a public affair, a stage. Maybe it was time to collect a debt. Betrayal's Embrace: Frozen in Love
Romance The charity auction was supposed to be my triumph, a celebration of my late father' s legacy.
Instead, it became the shocking public display of my fiancée, Olivia, seven months pregnant with my best friend Mark' s child, brazenly bidding against me for my father' s most prized work.
This wasn' t their first betrayal, or their second. I had forgiven Olivia endlessly, only for her to smash my heart and trust into a million pieces.
I proposed a separation, seeking one sliver of dignity, but Olivia brought Mark to live in our home and shredded the agreement, claiming I was still hers.
Then, the inconceivable happened. Mark poisoned Olivia' s unborn child and framed me, leading to her miscarriage and my imprisonment in our wine cellar.
Chained and freezing, I overheard Olivia and Mark engaging in muffled intimacy just outside my icy prison.
"Ethan," Olivia whispered, "This really is… the last time."
Those words, that betrayal, extinguished the last spark of my existence. I froze to death, a statue of despair in my own wine cellar.
My soul watched as Olivia discovered my frozen body and unleashed a terrifying retribution, torturing Mark to his death in a hospital morgue.
But even with my revenge served, her desperate pleas for me to "come back" held no sway.
I had been trapped for too long.
It was time to finally be free. Chloe Vance's Reckoning
Romance My phone buzzed against the polished wood of my desk, a low, insistent hum, but I didn' t need to look. I knew it was Mark, calling about Ethan.
He was on the roof of The Onyx, threatening to fly. And of course, Sarah was there, his childhood sweetheart, the constant shadow to our sham of a marriage.
Humiliation was a familiar fire, but tonight, it burned hotter. This public spectacle was designed to hurt me, a transaction gone wrong-my life for my family's legacy.
My brilliant, tech mogul husband, the man I' d married because he looked exactly like Leo, the boy I'd loved my entire life, lay there, groaning in pain. He' d risked it all for her.
The doctor said it was just a superficial burn, but my obsessive need for a full scan revealed his injuries were minor. That last flicker of desperate, projected love for a dying man, it simply vanished.
He hadn't been my dying love, and I had been a fool.
I walked out of that hospital, leaving him bewildered. Three days later, I handed him the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT." He thought I was bluffing, that I wanted more money.
"I just want to be free," I told him, the finality in my voice unmistakable. But he refused. He told me I was stuck with him, the real him, for as long as he wanted.
He thought he could break me, but he had no idea who I was. I would not hide, and I would not cower. I was Chloe Vance, and this was just the beginning of my fight. The Phoenix Bride: Call and Lie
Romance It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. My wedding to Liam Vance, the tech mogul, a man I loved and trusted with my whole heart.
Then, a text from an unknown number shattered my perfect world: a photo of a woman's hand, a massive diamond ring mirroring mine, resting on his custom wedding suit sleeve. The message: "Is this the wedding dress you designed for me? It's beautiful, Ava. Liam is a lucky man."
My blood ran cold as I recognized Chloe, Liam's "terminally ill" ex-business partner, reflected in the photo. He had been spinning elaborate lies, claiming to comfort her in her final days, while he was secretly planning a wedding with her, using our venue, on our day. Every hushed phone call, every late night "crisis" at work – it all clicked into place. I was just a naive fool, part of his elaborate facade.
The white roses he' d sent me that morning wilted, mirroring my dying love. A smudge of Chloe's garish pink lipstick on his suit sleeve, brought into my studio, was the final insult. Anger, cold and sharp, replaced my heartbreak.
He called, spinning yet another lie about a server meltdown, postponing our wedding. But as I listened to the string quartet playing in the background of his call, a new, dangerous resolve hardened within me. He wanted a wedding that day? Fine. He was going to get one. But it wouldn't be his. I was going to rewrite the entire script, and it would be a masterpiece of public humiliation. The Heiress Who Took Over Her Kidnapping
Romance I was a desperate ex-Marine, my sister Lily' s life hanging by a thread, her experimental treatment demanding a quarter-million dollars I didn' t have.
My solution? Kidnap tech heiress Clara Hayes, but instead of the terrified victim I expected, she calmly asked, "You're Leo Maxwell, right?"
She then mocked my amateur ransom note, took over raising the demanded five million dollars, and used her own phone, completely exposing my incompetence.
Then, during a storm, her bipolar disorder spiraled into a terrifying depressive episode, forcing me to call her psychiatrist, only to inadvertently attract the real fugitive, "Viper," to our cabin.
Trapped between my unpredictable captive, her compassionate doctor, and a violent armed criminal, my desperate plan to save Lily had become a nightmarish, impossible situation.
Just as Viper prepared to kill me, Clara shielded me, taking a bullet that, along with her emergency SOS, brought the police finally ending the chaos and unexpectedly opening a new, hopeful-and utterly insane-path for us both. The Million-Dollar Escape
Romance I was a struggling musician in Brooklyn, barely making ends meet.
Then I found Vic, an amnesiac girl with wide, scared eyes, and my world changed.
We shared instant noodles and cheap wine, her laughter filling my cramped studio.
She believed in my music, even when I didn't, and her gift of my grandmother' s vintage guitar pick became a symbol of our pure, impossible love.
But then, Vic remembered her past.
She transformed into Victoria Ashford, a cold, sharp heiress, returning to her glittering world.
The woman who once fussed over my paper cuts now looked at me with polite indifference.
Our profound connection was replaced by her mother' s demands and Spencer Hayes, her new, polished fiancé.
I became her humiliation, a relic from a life she disavowed.
At a lavish gala, she dismissed my pain when Spencer' s friends deliberately crushed my guitar hand.
The hand I needed for every note, every chord, now irrevocably damaged.
My music, my livelihood, my very soul, was shattered as she stood by, unmoving.
How could the girl who understood my deepest dreams become this calculating stranger?
How could she watch my life' s passion be destroyed without a flicker of remorse?
The truth was colder than any winter: she saw my suffering as mere inconvenience.
Then, her mother offered me a million dollars to disappear.
A breakup fee for a love she never recognized.
I took it, not as defeat, but as the only way to escape the golden cage and rebuild.
I left, determined to forge a new path, far from the echoes of what we once were. The Man Who Truly Saw Me
Billionaires For fifteen years, my life revolved around Ethan Hayes.
I sacrificed everything to follow him to New York, even changing myself because he liked "no-fuss" girls.
Our marriage, he said, was just a practical arrangement for his company's IPO.
I worked tirelessly as his Director of Operations, always hoping he'd truly see me, love me back.
Then Chloe Vance arrived.
She swiftly sabotaged my crucial investor presentation, leaking intimate photos, and Ethan publicly blamed me, his wife, to protect her.
Hours later, I found Chloe wearing my robe, spraying my perfume, as Ethan laughed and still called me "buddy."
The divorce papers he'd given me on our wedding night felt terrifyingly real.
The final betrayal came when Chloe forced me to eat a super spicy dinner, knowing my sensitive stomach.
Ethan threatened my team's funding if I refused.
Doubled over in pain from acute gastritis, I called him, begging for help.
He hung up to rush Chloe, who had a twisted ankle, to the ER.
Later, after a horrific skiing accident I thought I wouldn't survive, I lay broken in the snow and asked him, "What am I to you?"
His chilling reply: "Right now? A liability."
Then the clinic confirmed the devastating truth: due to the fall, I had miscarried our child.
His child.
The man I had loved for fifteen years, the man who coldly abandoned me in my darkest hour, didn't even know.
Didn't care.
That was the turning point.
The delusion shattered.
The woman who clung to hope was gone.
I signed the divorce papers, not with sorrow, but with profound clarity.
My true friend, Liam, was there to pick up the pieces, ready to help me build a new life, finally free. You might like
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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.
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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.
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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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