Stolen Identity, True Revenge

His Cruelty, Her Ruin

My home, once a sanctuary, became a nightly carnival as my husband, Ethan, turned it into a themed party house, leaving me a ghost in my own life. Just as I believed my pregnancy might bring change, Ethan demanded I shave my head to "amuse" Chloe, a sick child he sponsored, whose hair had fallen out from treatment. My long hair, once cherished by him, fell in clumps to the floor. Then, on our fifth anniversary, he forced me, pregnant and a professional snowboarder, to be Chloe's "human cushion" on a snowy slope. The impact was brutal, resulting in a devastating stillbirth. He blamed me, accusing me of lying as he walked away, comforting Chloe while I bled on the snow. Ethan's cruelty escalated, turning my grief into a public spectacle. His friends bet on my child's life, Chloe confessed to intentionally causing my miscarriage, and Ethan, in a fit of rage, destroyed my deceased brother's grave. Why did he hate me so much? What had I done to deserve such unending torment? Why was I, his wife, subjected to such monstrous acts while a manipulative girl held all his empathy? The pain became a dull throb, and I sought refuge in numbness, deciding to end it all. A desperate plan formed, a final act of agency in a life consumed by his cruelty.

The Perfect Lie: A Wife's Awakening

My marriage to Liam was supposed to be a dream, a glossy magazine cover come to life. He was the charming tech CEO, I, the brilliant data scientist. But behind the facade of our perfect life, three years passed without him ever touching me, a supposed victim of extreme OCD. Then, at his company gala, a spilled champagne tray revealed the monstrous truth: he didn' t pull me to safety. He shoved me. My head hit the marble, and as I lay dazed, he frantically wiped a champagne drop from his suit, feigning concern that painted him a tortured husband, not the brutal one. The real horror unfolded when I woke, drugged and paralyzed, to his casual laughter just outside the door. He hadn' t panicked; he' d deliberately pushed me. And then, the names: Jake, Ben, and finally, Chloe-my best friend. "Why do you think I married Ava in the first place? It' s the only way to stay in Chloe' s orbit." Every lie, every excuse, every moment of his supposed suffering, shattered into dust. I wasn't his wife; I was a pawn in his sick game, drugged and left vulnerable for his friends' crude "entertainment." How could I have been so blind, so naive, to give my heart to a monster who used me for sport? The sheer audacity, the cold calculation of it all, burned through me. I had to escape this gilded cage, expose the man who had turned my life into a cruel joke. I needed to reclaim my life, and I knew exactly how to dismantle his.

Reborn: A Love For Herself

The small, intricate knot of red silk and jade dangled from David Chen' s fingers. He was about to hand it to me, just like he always did. This was the moment that began a lifetime of misery in my first life. "Sarah," he began, his voice the same smooth tone that once soothed me. But this time, I pushed his hand away, a sharp, instinctive motion. His gentle look vanished, replaced by confusion, then irritation. He turned, and without hesitation, offered the charm to my stepsister, Chloe. I watched Chloe' s triumphant little smile, the memory of my death fresh in my mind. My sweet dog, Lucky, had died. My husband, David, had then lost his mind. He' d claimed Chloe looked just like my dead dog and brought her to our friends' gathering. "Sarah, let' s get a divorce," he' d shrieked, eyes wild. "I want Chloe to be my wife." He then killed me, and took his own life before my fading eyes. His obsession wasn't with a woman; it was with a ghost. And now I was back, at the charity gala meant to celebrate our arranged engagement. The outcome was supposed to be set in stone, a merger of families and fortunes. But this time, I had changed the script. I would not ignore Mark Evans. This time, I would live for myself.

The Wedding Night Bite

The rented cabin was supposed to be my honeymoon suite, the culmination of years of devotion to Jocelyn. But on our wedding night, my bride, dressed in white, sat on the bed wearing a red bandana over her mouth. She tearfully confessed it was to honor her first kiss, shared with her ex, Ryan Blakely, insisting she preserve that memory. When I gently tried to remove it, she flinched, then bit my hand, screaming I was disrespectful and only wanted what I wanted, before storming out. The next morning, she posted a picture with Ryan on social media, implying I gave her the silent treatment and calling him a "real friend." Years of sacrifice-a football scholarship, a dream business, my friends-all for her, felt like a lie. I looked at the bite mark, a small wound that felt like a gaping chasm in our entire relationship, and knew something was fundamentally broken. The old Caleb would have chased her, begged for an apology, desperate to fix things. But this time, something snapped, and I called my friends to officially start the hunting guide business I had abandoned for her. My life with Jocelyn was over, and I was finally going to live for myself.

My Sweetest Escape

My last breath was a ragged gasp at 48, my heart giving out from sheer exhaustion. The final image burned into my mind: my husband, Matthew, laughing at a lavish birthday party with Stella, his mistress, who had gotten rich from a real estate boom built on my stolen money. Then, I woke up, 23 again, weeks before my wedding to that very man. In my first life, I was a trusting fool, sacrificing everything for a man who drained me dry and used my inheritance to fund his mistress's rise. I realized the cruel irony: his opulent life was built on my hidden sweat, my endless labor, while I toiled for a family that wasn't even truly mine. This time, things would be different. This time, I would protect what was mine and claim the life they stole.

The Discarded Woman's Rise

I was just a paralegal, Ava Miller, trapped in a life I didn't choose, yet owed everything to Ethan Vance. He' d swooped in years ago, paying off my crushing student loans and mom's medical bills, making me his "savior." My job at his company and the lavish apartment he provided were constant reminders of my dependence, a gilded cage I' d willingly entered. Then, the termination letter landed on my desk. Fired. Effective immediately. No warning, just a cold "restructuring." But I knew the truth: his ex, Chloe Davenport, the one he never got over, was back in town. It felt like a deliberate, cruel punch, a betrayal so sharp it knocked the air out of me. Just hours after I learned Chloe was back, my entire life was snatched away, leaving me adrift. When I tried to return the money he'd "invested" in me, hoping for a clean break, his eyes glinted: "You belong to me." Chloe's friends attacked me, but Ethan, blind and infatuated, only asked me not to "cause trouble for Chloe's sake." His family's texts sealed my humiliation, confirming I was "that paralegal," easily replaced by "the right kind of girl." The injustice burned, a white-hot fury against the man who claimed to save me, only to hold me captive. How could I be so good at my job, so dedicated, and it meant nothing against his obsession and control? I was trapped, owned, facing physical illness exacerbated by stress, while he paraded his new life with Chloe. But as I watched Ethan plan his public proposal to Chloe, a cold, clear resolve hardened inside me. He wouldn't let me walk away clean, so I would find another way, a way that would make him regret ever thinking he owned me. The game had changed, and Ava Miller was about to change the rules, orchestrating a final, devastating farewell.

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.  

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

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.

Sexy Behind The Mask

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

A Billion-Dollar Mix-Up: Pregnant With The Mysterious CEO's Baby

After the crash erased any hope of recovery, Vivian chose IVF to honor her fiancé's wish to have a child. A mistake during the procedure changed everything, and the baby turned out to belong to William, a billionaire known more for mystery than presence. Faced with the fallout, William offered her a hundred million dollar contract. "Carry the child to term, and the money will be yours." At first, Vivian refused because she believed her dignity could not be bought. That resolve collapsed when she saw her fiancé, barely out of the ICU, entwined with her stepsister. Crushed by betrayal, she signed the contract and married William. The public mocked her choice and claimed she had married nothing more than a pretty face. Time proved them wrong. Doctors later praised her work for reshaping medical research. Among hackers, her code became legend. On an international stage, Vivian's brilliance held an entire forum in awe. Amid the stunned crowd, William stepped forward and wrapped her in a gentle embrace before kissing her softly. "Have you enjoyed yourself enough? It's time for us to go home." The audience erupted in disbelief. Meanwhile, the man who once scorned her now begged for another chance.

Divorced And Desired: The Betrayed Heiress No One Saw Coming

Janice had seen Karl's affection and felt his betrayal. On their anniversary, while she was in pain and bleeding, Karl left her on the street to see his lover. She bore it and tricked him into signing the divorce papers. "I want you gone!" After divorce, she reclaimed her status as a billionaire heiress, with her three brothers doting on her and making her a rich darling. When Karl saw what he'd thrown, he regretted it. He tore up the divorce papers. "I don't agree to the divorce!" Declan moved through high society as an untouchable man. Janice avoided him, but they kept meeting. At a party, her ex harassed her. Declan came and saved her. She thanked him, only for him to whisper, "Don't thank me. Marry me?" ***

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

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. ***** "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." ••••*••••*••••* 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.