Yi Ye
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Silent Vows: Protected By The Billionaire
Modern The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father’s corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin.
To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself—Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family’s legacy.
But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him.
"I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress.
"You’ll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase.
My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric’s own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once.
I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother’s medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe?
I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter’s wife decides to start hunting. Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears
Billionaires I stared at the cold crystal chandelier of our penthouse, my body aching from an act that felt less like love and more like a hostile takeover. After four years of being treated like a piece of furniture, I finally slammed the divorce papers onto the marble island.
But Easton Reilly didn’t even blink. Instead, he took a frantic call from his ex-girlfriend and walked out on me to go to her, leaving me naked and shivering in our walk-in closet.
The humiliation didn't stop there. That night, his mistress unveiled a massive oil painting of Easton’s bare, scarred back to a room full of New York's elite, stripping me of my dignity as his wife. When I fled to my childhood home for refuge, I found my mother in a pool of blood after a violent breakdown. My father, concerned only with his company’s stock price, refused to call an ambulance and handed me a hush-money check while my mother lay dying. Even my brother-in-law, the man who had traded me to Easton years ago, tried to assault me in the driveway.
I felt like I was drowning in plain sight, surrounded by wolves who viewed my life as nothing more than a line on a balance sheet. I hated Easton for his indifference and my father for his cruelty. I was ready to burn my entire world down just to feel the warmth of the fire.
"He took the bait," I whispered into my phone, my voice dead calm. "Initiate Plan B."
Just as my father prepared to let my mother die, a team of world-class surgeons stormed the hospital, citing a secret clause in my prenup that I had long forgotten. I looked down the sterile hallway and saw the silhouette of the husband I was trying to leave. He hadn't gone to his mistress; he had gone to war for me. The game had officially changed. Marked By The Monster: The Lycan King's Bride
Werewolf I stood at the altar, ready to bind my soul to Holden, the man I had loved since we were pups.
But the moment his stepsister, Jaidyn, let out a shrill scream, he ripped his hand away from mine.
He abandoned me in front of the entire pack, cradling her in his arms and claiming his wolf had chosen her over me.
The humiliation didn't end there.
When I tried to leave, Holden kidnapped me.
He locked a silver collar around my neck, searing my skin and cutting off my connection to the world.
He dragged me to a filthy dungeon, ignoring my screams, and began draining my blood to "save" Jaidyn.
As my life force faded into the IV bag, I watched Jaidyn smirk behind his back, her "wounds" healing instantly.
Holden called me a monster for hurting her, blind to the truth.
To him, I was just a weak, latent wolf—a spare blood bag for his mistress.
But they made a fatal mistake.
They didn't know that the "weakness" inside me was actually a dormant power waiting to explode.
And they certainly didn't know that my rejection of Holden had already summoned a new mate.
The terrifying Lycan King, Alphons, was coming.
And when he arrives, he will burn their world to the ground. The Runaway Astrophysicist And Her Secret
Romance After five years of a cold, empty marriage to tech titan Arlo Hatfield, I tricked him into signing our divorce papers, disguised as a grant application for my astrophysics fellowship in Chile.
Just as my escape was within reach, I discovered I was pregnant. At the same time, I found Arlo doting on his childhood sweetheart, Brielle, who was faking her own pregnancy to win him over.
In the hospital, suffering from a real pregnancy complication, I watched as Arlo rushed to Brielle' s side, completely ignoring my pain. He was so blinded by her lies that he didn't even realize I was carrying his child, assuming I'd just had a minor stomach flu.
"Corinne, darling, are you alright?" Brielle cooed, her eyes glinting with victory. "Arlo and I just got the most wonderful news. Our little one is doing so well."
He never even looked back at me.
I saw the truth then: I was invisible to him, and so was our child. His world was built on power and lies, and there was no place for us in it.
So I fled. I took our baby and disappeared to Chile, building a new life among the stars, far from his suffocating shadow. I thought I had finally escaped.
Years later, after a catastrophic earthquake, he found me. Bruised, broken, and desperate, he begged for forgiveness. "I didn't know," he pleaded.
I looked at the man who had shattered my world and held our child closer. "You didn't care to know," I said, my voice as cold as the space between galaxies. "And now, you've lost everything." The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession
Billionaires Allie Mclean secretly booked a sensory-friendly movie screening for her autistic brother, Devon, a rare act of defiance against her controlling fiancé, Griffin Ryan.
Griffin, a powerful real estate heir, found out and retaliated by remotely torturing Devon with strobe lights and discordant screeches, forcing Allie to watch her brother' s terror.
He held her captive, making her witness Devon' s agony, all because his new obsession, an intern named Kassie, claimed Allie had given her a "funny look."
The cruelty escalated, always tied to Kassie' s whims. If Kassie complained, Devon suffered. When Kassie feigned a car accident, Griffin forced Allie, who was anemic, to donate blood for Kassie, only to have it discarded.
Allie' s world shattered. She realized Griffin saw Devon as a weapon and her as a disposable possession.
The final blow came when Griffin, at Kassie' s false accusation, brutally killed Allie' s beloved horse, Starlight, right in front of her. This monstrous act ignited a cold, clear rage within Allie, pushing her to her breaking point. She knew she had to escape, not just for herself, but for Devon. The Substitute Wife's Sweet Escape
Billionaires For three years, I was a substitute for my twin sister, married to the powerful Donovan Blackwood. It was a contract. My payment for enduring his coldness was fifty million dollars and my freedom.
But my husband had a woman he truly loved, Chloe Sanders.
At her request, he pushed me into the freezing ocean.
When we both fell from a yacht, he screamed for the rescuers to save her first, leaving me to drown.
He even traded me to a torturer to get her back.
Through it all, I endured. Not for love, but for the money. He mistook my silence for devotion, my endurance for love.
He never realized that every cruel act didn't break my heart, it just ticked down the clock on my sentence.
Now, the contract is over. The fifty million dollars is in my account.
I left the wedding ring on his pillow and walked away without a backward glance.
I thought it was the end. But I underestimated his obsession. He's just now realizing the truth, and he's coming for me. He thinks he can apologize. He thinks he can get me back. Choose,Your Wife Or Your Childhood Sweetheart
Romance I remembered the day Liam Hayes proposed, his eyes full of sincerity, promising to love me more than life itself. Three years later, that world collapsed around me in a damp, abandoned warehouse.
"Choose, Liam. Your wife or your childhood sweetheart," the man with the gun said, his voice flat and bored. Liam stood, caught between me, tied to a chair, and a weeping Olivia White.
I watched silently as he untied Olivia, his whispered "I'm sorry" a physical blow. He walked her out, his back to me, leaving me bound. Just as tears broke through my carefully maintained calm, the kidnapper cut my ropes, telling me he wasn't a murderer, just a man who believed in consequences. He looked me in the eye. "For what it's worth, he's an idiot."
My heart was a hollow, aching void. I had survived, but what was left? My husband had walked away, choosing another. Then, the police swarmed in, and Liam was there, rushing back, pulling me into a suffocating embrace. He said he was sorry, that he was here. But I felt nothing.
I woke in a hospital, Olivia by my side, Liam fussing over her. He even blamed me for being out late. The final blow came when I found out Olivia was pregnant with his child, after years of my own struggles with infertility, and his mother shrieked that I was "barren."
The injustice was a cold, hard knot in my stomach. How could love turn into this betrayal? Why was I, his wife, continually abandoned for a shadow from his past? Was this all a twisted joke?
Then, the ultimate cosmic joke: I discovered I was pregnant with Liam's child. I confronted him, giving him a final, brutal choice: "My baby, or her baby. You can only have one." He chose her. I walked away, no longer needing anything from him, ready to build a life free from his choices and his chaos. Beyond Her Lies, My True Destiny
Young Adult The scholarship trophy, the culmination of years of relentless effort, was almost in my grasp.
Then the world tipped sideways, and Madison' s tear-streaked face appeared, her trembling finger pointing directly at me.
"She cheated," her voice echoed, accusing me of plagiarism in front of the entire faculty and student body.
That was the final blow in the ruthless campaign Madison, my seemingly innocent roommate, had waged against me ever since we moved in.
She' d subtly undermined my grades, isolated me from friends with "worried" lies about my sanity, and now, she' d orchestrated the destruction of my future.
Expelled, my name dragged through the mud, the shame a suffocating weight-I ended it all on a cold, rainy night, unable to bear the torment.
But then, a sharp poke jolted me awake.
"Chloe? Are you awake?" Madison stood over me, holding a textbook, wearing that same vacant, innocent look I once fell for.
Professor Miller' s class. This was it. The very beginning of her calculated destruction.
Rage, pure and blinding, surged through me.
I snatched the textbook from her, tossed it, and pulled the covers over my head, my voice flat, "Figure it out yourself."
The silence that followed was deafening. She was confused.
I had a second chance. And this time, I wasn't just going to survive. I was going to make Madison pay for every single tear. Blaze of Betrayal, Rebirth of Love
Modern The lingering smell of lilies and expensive cologne wasn't what I expected on my wedding day, not after the reek of gasoline and burning flesh that had been my last memory.
My thirty-year marriage to Olivia ended in a blaze, not of passion, but of pure, unadulterated hatred, as she and our son watched me burn alive in my hospital bed.
"Alex and I could have lived happily ever after!" Olivia shrieked, her face a mask of venom. "James isn' t your son. You were just the pathetic fool who paid for everything!" Then she dropped the lighter.
The world erupted in agony, a searing pain consuming every nerve. Why? That was my last thought as I watched them walk away, their silhouettes framed by the flames devouring me.
Then a violent jolt. The pain was gone. I was standing, healthy, in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, staring at my thirty-years-younger self in a gilded mirror. It was my wedding night. I was alive, I was young, and I was back at the very beginning of the nightmare.
Olivia' s frantic voice pierced the air, "Alex, no! Don' t do this!" Alex Peterson – her childhood sweetheart, the name now echoing with the fresh horror of her final confession.
When she saw me, her face contorted. "This is your fault! If you hadn' t forced this wedding, he wouldn' t be threatening to jump from a cliff!"
Mr. Sterling, the man I had revered my entire life, urged me to proceed. "You are the future of this company." His words once meant everything, now they felt hollow, part of a gilded cage.
SLAP! Her hand across my face, "You' re nothing. Just the charity case my father pitied."
I remembered it all: the thirty years of misery, her crushing remarks, her coldness, the son who looked at me with a stranger' s eyes. I had poured my life into his company, paid my debt with my work, my love, and finally, my death. Never again.
The organ music began. I stood at the altar, looked at Olivia, then at Mr. Sterling. I thought of the fire, the betrayal.
My voice clear and steady, ringing through the silent church, I said, "No." The Heiress They Left For Dead
Billionaires The state trooper's words hung heavy in my living room: "Ms. Johns, your parents are dead."
For twenty years, I'd worn the cloak of grief silently, sacrificing everything to raise my baby sister, Stella.
I watched my savings turn into her Wall Street fortune, celebrated her success, and then I saw them.
Barney and Debra, my "dead" parents, alive and smiling, introducing my sister Stella to their "true son," Wesley.
They casually revealed the baby swap, abandoning me as a mere tool, meant for a life of luxury with their golden child.
My world shattered as Stella, my everything, stood by silently while I was dragged away, left for dead in a dark alley.
The cold metal pressed against my head; the last thing I saw was Stella turning back to the party.
Now, the trooper stood before me again, delivering the same news, but this time, the baby crying in the next room was Gabrielle, my real sister.
This time, my stomach didn't churn with grief, but with unyielding rage.
I let a single, calculated tear roll down my cheek, a perfect performance.
"My parents… oh god, my parents…" I whispered, ready to reclaim everything they stole. The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Revenge
Modern Eighteen years.
That's how long I'd waited, meticulously planning for this very day, this graduation party for "Alex Miller."
Everyone believed he was my charming brother-in-law, but he was my biological son, Ethan.
My deepest devotion, all my secret resources, had gone to him.
Suddenly, a storm erupted.
Patricia's son, the one she'd swapped into my arms eighteen years ago, stomped to the center, phone broadcasting live.
He pointed at me, screaming, "This woman, Sarah Jenkins, my mother, is a monster! She treats me like dirt while lavishing attention on him! She's obsessed with her brother-in-law!"
He displayed incriminating photos and edited videos, portraying me as unnatural and sick.
The air crackled with venom.
The crowd gasped, their murmurs growing into open condemnation.
"Disgusting!"
"Sicko!"
My husband, Mark, his face a mask of shame and fury, believed the lies, hissing, "We're done! I want a divorce!"
He looked at me with utter contempt.
My son, the true Ethan, rushed to my side, desperately trying to defend me, but his words were drowned in the tide of accusations.
They believed they had cornered me, stripped me of everything, dragging my name through the mud for perceived perversions.
They thought I was broken, a delusional woman caught in her twisted obsession.
The injustice was palpable, the public outcry deafening.
But they had no idea.
How could a woman endure such public humiliation, such vile accusations, yet remain perfectly, chillingly calm?
Then, the estate lawyer for the $500,000 trust arrived, ready to release the funds to "Ethan Miller."
Patricia and her son beamed, confident in their victory.
My moment had come.
I met the lawyer's gaze, my voice steady amidst the chaos.
"No," I said, the single word silencing the crowd.
"I will not consent for him to receive that money. Because he is not my biological son."
The true show was about to begin. The Billionaire's Cruelest Mistake
Romance Finally, after battling postpartum depression, Sarah' s one-year-old daughter, Lily, was coming home.
She clutched her grandmother' s vintage Chanel jacket, a fragile symbol of hope, despite her cold, transactional marriage to the wealthy Mark.
But at Mark' s estate, his ex-girlfriend Tiffany-Lily' s temporary guardian-wore an identical jacket, her eyes filled with cruel malice.
Tiffany immediately ordered Lily locked in the attic playroom, a sweltering room with a faulty window.
Sarah' s desperate pleas were ignored.
Her call to Mark, detailing the danger, was met with his cold dismissal: "hysterical."
Bursting into the attic, Sarah found the window wide open.
Lily was gone, her tiny, broken body on the patio below.
As Sarah cradled her lifeless child, Mark arrived, emotionless.
He called it "a mess," then chillingly offered to have Tiffany conceive another child for Sarah, treating Lily as utterly replaceable.
This ultimate, heartless betrayal ignited a glacial resolve within Sarah.
Grief transformed into unyielding strength.
Sarah gently laid Lily down, called Mark's mother, and declared their "sham marriage" over, her family' s debt paid.
She then walked away, leaving the wreckage behind, finally free. Reborn to Rewrite: The Paramedic's Vengeance
Romance The pain was a memory, sharp and final, then nothing.
Now, air filled my lungs in a gasping shock, and I was back in my old, small bedroom.
Sunlight, the same damn sunlight from that cursed morning, streamed through the window, my paramedic uniform folded on the chair.
I was plunged back into the day Victoria Belmont, the woman I married, first entered my life.
In my previous existence, she and her lover, Dylan Vance, had revealed it was all a lie: she claimed she was never sick, that my family's "Healing Aura" was a sham, and that my mother and I conspired to fake her illness to trap her in marriage.
They tortured me until I was nothing, then left me to die in a desolate wasteland.
The aftermath ripped through my innocent family: my dad' s hardware store bankrupted, my kind mother, Maria, driven to madness.
I learned too late that Sarah Miller, a quiet librarian, was my true savior, not the manipulative Belmonts.
The raw agony of betrayal, the humiliation, the sheer injustice of my family's ruin-it was a horror that had followed me even into death. How could I have been so utterly blind to the monsters masked by wealth and charm?
But now, I was whole.
I was back. And when the familiar knock echoed from downstairs-"Ethan, dear, Mrs. Belmont is here to see you"-I steeled myself.
Her voice, not yet broken by grief, sounded like a death knell for their future. This time, I' d write a different ending. The Heiress Reclaimed: A Guardian's Reckoning
Fantasy My 40th birthday party shimmered with the illusion of my perfect life: a tech mogul husband I'd bankrolled, two bright kids, and a brownstone nestled in Boston's elite Beacon Hill, proof of the American dream I'd painstakingly built.
I had poured my entire inheritance and every family connection into Ethan, transforming him from a struggling nobody into a powerful industry darling.
But the champagne he handed me, meant to toast four decades of life, instead delivered a searing, agonizing pain, the very taste of betrayal meant to end it.
Through blurring eyes, I watched in horror as he stared dispassionately, his mistress Chloe smirking beside him, and heard my own children coldly echo their chilling words, condemning me as "embarrassing" as darkness consumed everything.
My world dissolved not just into black, but into the hollow echo of a life stolen by the very hands I trusted most.
How could the family I cherished, the man I sacrificed everything for, orchestrate such a calculated demise, reducing me to nothing but an obstacle in their path?
The unbearable burn of the poison paled in comparison to the scorching agony of their heartless betrayal.
Then, light, and the familiar scent of old books in my ancestral home.
My great-uncle Finn offered me a choice: a quiet life, or the sacred, ancient power of an Oath Guardian.
In my last life, I chose peace for Ethan; this time, reborn with a terrifying clarity, I chose power and vengeance, accepting the trials that would transform me into Liam, ready to exact a cold, precise retribution. You might like
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Huo Wuer Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty.
When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn.
Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance.
Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room.
How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice.
I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for.
I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten. 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!" 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." 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." 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." Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Lila Rivers Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past.
On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse.
But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened.
Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation.
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Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail.
But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world." She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen
Lila Wren Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham.
Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding.
Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed.
Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer.
When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?" 
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