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Mistaken Night With My Paper Husband
Billionaires I was the adopted daughter of the Galloway family, bound by a four-year paper marriage to a sickly heir just to secure their wealth.
To ensure I fulfilled my "duty," my adoptive father drugged my champagne and sent me to a hotel room.
But I stumbled into the wrong presidential suite and woke up in the bed of a terrifyingly powerful stranger.
I fled in panic, leaving behind my diamond earring as a humiliating "payment" for his trouble.
When I dragged myself home, my adoptive family didn't care about my trauma. They only screamed at me for ruining their payout.
"I was just ensuring everything went smoothly! How was I to know you'd be so useless!"
Looking at their greedy, furious faces, I finally realized I was nothing but livestock to them.
I severed all ties, reclaimed my real name, Clara Ross, and walked out to start my new life as an elite child psychologist.
My only goal was to find the truth about my newborn baby, who the hospital claimed had died five years ago.
But on my first day at the prestigious Aurelian Institute, I was assigned a highly sensitive case.
The patient was a five-year-old mute boy who had my exact, unmistakable ice-blue eyes.
And his father was Julian Sterling—the ruthless billionaire from the hotel room, and the true identity of my paper husband.
Seeing the boy's governess raise a ruler to strike him, I stepped into the room with ice in my veins.
"I am his new doctor, and you are done here." The Priceless Wife He Threw Away
Billionaires For two years, I hid my lethal past as a top-tier Delta Force operator to play the perfect, submissive wife to Kason.
But on the eve of the absolute deadline to claim my parents' ashes, he forced me out of our car into a freezing rainstorm.
He had received a frantic call from his mistress crying over her missing dog.
"Are you seriously using dead people to compete for my attention?" Kason sneered.
He slapped my phone away, hurled my bag with my classified military ID into a muddy ditch, and left me stranded on the highway.
I knelt in the freezing mud as his luxury car sped away. I had swallowed his mother's insults and secretly saved his company from bankruptcy three times. Yet, to him, my parents' remains were just a box of dust compared to his mistress's pet.
The suffocating pain in my chest suddenly evaporated, replaced by a terrifying, absolute zero coldness.
The pathetic, submissive wife he thought he owned died on that highway.
I walked to a dingy motel, washed the gritty mud from my face, and traced the jagged scar on my collarbone.
I picked up the landline and dialed a twelve-digit encrypted number to the Pentagon.
It was time to wake up the ghost operator and burn Kason's world to the ground. The Hero Husband's Cruel Betrayal
Modern My husband, Greyson, is a celebrated war hero. When the community center caught fire, he saved a child. But it wasn't our son. He walked right past Karter to rescue another boy, publicly claiming the child as his own.
That betrayal was nothing. When Karter later collapsed, his rare heart condition triggering a life-threatening crisis, I ran for his life-saving medication. The safe was empty.
Greyson had taken it. He' d given our son' s only dose to the other boy to make him "feel strong."
While Karter fought for breath, the news hailed my husband as a selfless hero for his "noble sacrifice."
For years, I excused his coldness and blatant favoritism, hoping the man I married would return. But watching him smile on TV as he condemned our son to death, I finally understood.
He called my desperate pleas "drama" and hung up. He's convinced I'm too weak to leave, that I'll come crawling back like I always do.
He has no idea I've already filed for divorce, severed our mate bond, and am driving our son far away, leaving him to the ruin he so richly deserves. The Termination Plot
Modern At eight months pregnant, I believed my life was a fairy tale. I had a perfect home, a miracle son on the way, and Derek—the husband who worshipped the ground I walked on.
Or so I thought.
One piece of paper turned my fairy tale into a horror story. A vasectomy certificate, hidden in the back of a drawer in his office. It was dated a year ago—six months before our child was conceived.
Panic drove me to his corporate office, desperate for an explanation, praying for a misunderstanding. But the truth waiting for me behind his closed door was sharper than any knife.
"I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," his best friend, Edison, laughed. "She walks around glowing like a saint."
"Patience," my husband’s voice replied, cold and unrecognizable. "The bigger she gets, the harder she falls. And the bigger my payout. It’s all for Else."
They weren't just lying. They were betting. They were gambling on my humiliation, treating my life and my unborn child as props in a sick game to avenge his sister.
Standing in that hallway, clutching my belly, the woman I used to be shattered. But from the shards, something new was born. Something cold, calculating, and merciless.
I didn't flee. I didn't scream. I wiped my face and composed a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
If they wanted a game, I would play. But they had no idea that the rules had just changed.
I wasn't the prize anymore. I was the punishment. My True North After Their Deceit
Modern I spent four years and my life savings funding my boyfriend's law degree across the country.
I thought we were building a future.
But when I flew to California to surprise him with a proposal at his graduation, I found him on one knee.
Not for me, but for Janessa-my best friend since childhood.
I collapsed on the spot.
When I woke up in the hospital, the nightmare only got worse.
The nurse innocently crushed me:
"It' s good you' re awake. Eric was so worried, just like when their dog got sick. They' ve been such a sweet couple living together these past two years."
My blood ran cold.
Then his mother called his phone, asking if he had finally dumped his "ATM machine" to marry the girl the family actually approved of.
Every bill I paid, every "emergency" transfer, had funded their secret life.
Janessa was even wearing the dress I bought her while accepting the ring I paid for.
They walked into my hospital room, ready to gaslight me one last time.
But I wasn't the naive girl anymore.
I wiped my tears, unlocked the evidence on his phone, and prepared to burn their perfect little world to the ground. Beyond His Lies: Her True Legacy
Modern Five years I poured into Legacy AI, a tribute to my late father, David Miller, and his last research notes. The final pitch, my moment of truth with lead investor Mr. Hayes, was here in the boardroom.
Then, a press release from Johnson Dynamics, my ex-fiancé Mark Johnson's company, slammed me: an intellectual property lawsuit, claiming his newly secured patents covered my life' s work. His company had conveniently acquired my father's old firm, where we all began.
Mark, once my father's star mentee and my own mentor, then fiancé, painted my father as erratic and my work obsolete. He fed the media a narrative of my instability, isolating me before I could even speak. "It' s unfortunate that Ms. Miller, a talented engineer I once mentored, chose this path. We believe she was misled by her late father' s incomplete and often erratic research."
He had reduced our shared dreams, our bond, to nothing more than a calculated business move, a strategic step in his relentless climb to power. He saw my father's legacy, our legacy, not as something to build upon, but as a distraction, a tool for his ambition.
The betrayal was public, humiliating. Mr. Hayes' warmth vanished, investors whispered, and the opportunity vanished. Mark had destroyed everything.
But the cold dread morphed into a steel resolution. He thought he' d won, that I' d crumble. He had underestimated me, and, more importantly, he had underestimated my father. The fight wasn't over; it had just begun, and the answer lay hidden in my father's last, unsorted box of research. Marrying The Man Who Saved Me
Romance My engagement party was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The ballroom glittered, my custom silk gown flowed, and my fiancé, Liam Thompson, smiled charmingly beside me. Everything was perfect, almost suffocatingly so.
Then, Liam leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered, "I can' t do this, Olivia. I don' t love you. I never have." The world crumbled. My champagne glass trembled, the room' s buzz faded as shock and heartbreak seized me.
As I reeled, my mother collapsed, clutching her chest, her panicked cries echoing through the suddenly silent ballroom. Liam, still smiling for the crowd, held me back saying, "Let the paramedics handle it. You' ll only get in the way." The whispers grew, laced with judgment, not for him, but for me, the frozen woman watching her mother suffer. My parents, desperate for the merger to save our struggling business, pleaded with me to reconsider.
How could he be so cold? Was our entire relationship a calculated lie for a business deal? Was I so blind to his cruelty, to the manipulative whispers of the struggling musician he was "mentoring"?
In that moment, the naive girl who loved him died. I wrenched free from his grasp, declaring, "We' re done, Liam! The engagement is off!" Just as chaos erupted, a calm, steady voice cut through the noise, "I' ll marry her." It was Ethan Thompson, Liam' s older, enigmatic brother, stepping out of the shadows, offering a lifeline I never expected. My future, uncertain yet again, hung in the balance. His Betrayal, Her Freedom
Romance The ripping sound was louder than any wedding bell, tearing not just my custom gown, but the perfect façade of my wedding day.
My fiancé, Liam, rushed past my ruined dress to console his childhood friend, Brittany, who lay sprawled at my feet, feigning shock.
"It' s just a little tear, Chloe. Don' t make a scene," Liam dismissed, waving away the wreckage of my dreams, while Brittany hid behind him, a smug triumph in her eyes.
A hundred betrayals flashed through my mind: canceled anniversaries, shared secrets, Liam always taking her side.
I had believed his lies, "She's like a sister to me, Chloe. You' re the one I love," but his actions screamed a louder truth.
A cold calm washed over me, replacing the humiliation with stark clarity.
I slowly removed my veil, letting it fall, then twisted my diamond engagement ring off my finger.
I walked to the guest book table, placed the ring precisely in the center, and faced them.
"Liam," my voice was quiet but resolute. "The wedding is off."
I didn't wait for his response, focusing solely on my own liberation after three years of being second best.
The garden venue grew heavy with silence as Brittany broke the spell with a theatrical sob, clutching Liam's arm.
Liam, as if on cue, wrapped his arm around her, publicly comforting the woman who had just humiliated me.
"It' s the stress of the day," he explained to the guests, while his aunt chimed in, defending Brittany' s supposed innocence.
The clean, deliberate rip in my dress screamed aggression, not clumsiness.
"Really, Brittany?" I asked, my gaze fixed on her. "Or did you just want to make sure everyone knows who really comes first?"
Brittany flinched, real frustration flaring in her eyes, as Liam turned on me, his voice low and angry.
"What is wrong with you, Chloe? She' s my best friend! Can' t you just let it go?"
He gaslighted me, painting my anger as overreaction, her malice as a childish mistake, as Brittany played the wounded victim.
Liam's eyes, filled with pure disappointment, showed his concern was entirely for her, my feelings completely dismissed.
My last flicker of hope died; this was the culmination of a thousand betrayals, a profound exhaustion settling in my bones.
I was done fighting, done being angry; I just wanted it all to be over. When Family Sells Your Soul
Modern The first thing I remembered from my last life was the end: the chloroform, the burlap, and my mother' s voice selling me off for twenty grand. Then, the tearing, the brutal silence.
I woke up, reborn, to the sterile smell of antiseptic. My mother, Brenda, lay frail in a hospital bed, diagnosed with end-stage kidney disease. Her eyes, expertly filled with tears, found mine as she wailed, "I'll just... let nature take its course. Save the money for the kids." This was the moment I shattered in my first life, begging to save her.
But this time, I knew. She wasn' t dying for me; she was dying for an inheritance, for her golden child, my useless brother Kevin. They had always manipulated me, bled me dry, and in the end, literally sold me.
I stood up, approached her bed, and with a calm, placid mask said, "Okay, Mom. If that's what you want, I respect your decision." The game had changed. I was back, and this time, hell for them was just beginning. The CEO's Secret Owner
Billionaires I was Ava Miller, the quiet wife of Ethan Hayes, CEO of Miller & Co. What no one knew was that I was the true owner, the majority shareholder, content to stay in his shadow.
At Chloe' s school Thanksgiving gala, my world shattered. Ethan, feigning a "board emergency," appeared on stage, openly parading his mistress, Sophia Rossi, and her son Leo, as his "model family."
He publicly denied knowing me, his wife, the mother of his child. Sophia smirked, humiliating me, while my daughter, Chloe, sobbed in confusion. Leo cruelly tripped Chloe, and Sophia mocked me, throwing money at my feet. The humiliation burned, but the true agony came when Sophia orchestrated a vile online campaign, leaking Chloe' s school details and flooding forums with hate. Then, Ethan sent a company lawyer to threaten me with a restraining order.
How could he betray us so blatantly? How could she be so monstrous, targeting my innocent child? They thought I was just a scorned wife to be dismissed, gaslighted, and silenced.
But as that young lawyer spoke, a cold fire ignited. I wasn't just Ava Hayes. I was Ava Miller, Madam Chairwoman. And I was about to show them exactly how powerful a quiet wife could be. Ice Queen's Vengeance
Modern I was Elara "Ellie" Vance, America's golden girl of figure skating, with the Olympics just within reach.
My whole life, and my Grandma Rose's dream, was about to come true.
Tonight was the final synchronized skating practice, where the Olympic roster would be finalized.
But my boyfriend, Ethan, and my rival, Tiffany Hayes, had other plans.
First, they conspired to lock me in a storage room, making me miss the team cut.
Then, on a secluded track, Ethan, at Tiffany's cruel urging, brought a heavy discus down on my leg, shattering my Olympic dream forever.
As I lay broken, Tiffany called my beloved Grandma Rose, taunting her with graphic photos of my injury.
The shock of their malicious cruelty caused my grandmother to have a fatal heart attack, leaving me utterly alone.
Ethan then helped Tiffany swiftly cremate her body, eliminating any evidence of their vile act, while the media slandered me, accusing me of my own downfall and even provoking my grandma' s death.
My life, my legacy, my family – all brutally ripped away by the people I thought loved me, twisted by their lies and narcissistic manipulation.
How could the man I loved, my "angel," engineer such a monstrous plot?
I was an athlete, a granddaughter, now a broken shell, framed and publicly shamed.
The injustice was suffocating, leaving me gasping for air.
Yet, just as I stood on the brink of despair, a powerful, unexpected figure burst through the venomous media circus – Marcus Thorne, Ethan' s estranged billionaire uncle, my unlikely savior.
He was the key to unlocking the truth, and he created the first real opening for my relentless pursuit of justice. The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns
Billionaires On the glittering night I was set to become CEO of Pearson International and accept Senator Davis’s proposal, my life was a polished diamond.
The Plaza ballroom buzzed with an air of my impending coronation.
It was everything I had carefully built, every dream on the cusp of reality.
Then, a champagne glass from my brother Michael, a whisper of expensive scotch, and a sudden, disorienting haze swept over me.
The last thing I remembered was a camera flash and leering faces before darkness consumed me.
I woke to my face plastered across every tabloid: “Pearson Heiress in Drunken Orgy!”
My world imploded as the Senator’s curt statement ended our engagement, and company stocks plummeted.
Confined to a remote villa, stripped of my phone and dignity, I was forcibly medicated, labeled as having a mental breakdown.
The bitter taste of betrayal lingered—my own brother, Michael, and his venomous accomplice, Olivia, were behind it all.
Their whispers of my “neutralization” and their sickening hints at my father’s “accident” turned my raw shame into a burning, diamond-hard rage.
They thought they had buried me.
But they were profoundly, catastrophically wrong.
Driven by Olivia’s cruel taunts, a desperate, whispered call on an ancient, hidden phone ignited a relentless fire within.
Sarah Pearson died that night, but a formidable ghost, Anya Sharma, was just beginning her ascent from the ashes, ready to unleash a reckoning they’d never forget. You might like
Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game
Xiu Luo On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency.
I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist.
The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed.
He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset.
"I'm going to make him wish he had never been born."
After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground. His Unwanted Wife Is A Tech Genius
Elroy Notman For three years, Cali Sullivan abandoned her brilliant tech career to be the quiet, accommodating wife of billionaire Halsey Donovan.
But on her thirtieth birthday, she returned to their London mansion only to find it empty. The housekeeper, looking at her with deep pity, revealed that Halsey had taken his female friend, Brittaney, out shopping to celebrate her birthday instead.
He had even taken their young daughter, Lily, with them. When Cali called him, Halsey coldly dismissed her, his attention entirely on Brittaney's bright laughter in the background. The crushing blow came the next morning when Cali stood outside Lily's bedroom and overheard her own daughter's innocent wish.
"I wish Auntie Brittaney could be my new mommy. I think Daddy would like that, too."
Later that afternoon, Cali saw them through the window of a private club. Halsey was wiping a smudge from Lily's face with a tender focus he never showed his wife, while Brittaney casually fed him cake. They looked like the perfect, happy family. All of Cali's desperate love and sacrifices felt like a cruel joke. She had been entirely erased from her own family.
In that moment, the agonizing pain just stopped, replaced by a cold, absolute clarity. Cali drafted a divorce agreement waiving every cent of his wealth, left her platinum wedding rings on the nightstand, and booked a one-way flight back to New York. She was no longer Mrs. Donovan; it was time to get her real name back. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. My Unwanted Wife Is A Top Assassin
Qin Wei She woke up in a stranger's bed, in a stranger's body, with two lifetimes screaming inside her head.
Eliza Solis-overweight, acne-scarred, trailer-park poor-remembers a brother who dragged her to a party for a "chance." But another voice, colder and sharper, remembers a different life: Nyx. Weapon. Asset. Ghost.
Now she's the bride of Julian Malone, a decorated soldier from one of America's most powerful dynasties-and she's the target of a family that wants to erase her. Her new mother-in-law freezes her accounts. Her husband despises her. Cousins spike her makeup with hallucinogens. And behind closed doors, the Malones plot to commit her to a psychiatric facility and make her disappear for good.
They think she's trash. They think she's broken. They have no idea that the woman they're trying to bury is a trained intelligence operative who can pick locks, break into safes, and reconstruct a crime scene from a single strand of hair.
Eliza doesn't just want to survive. She wants to watch their empire burn.
From a trailer park to a fortress of old money-she's the weapon they never saw coming. One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. Bought The Billionaire For One Night
Cait A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price. Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
Hen Bu I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts! 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. 
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