The Family That Framed Me Mad

Billionaire's Placeholder: Now Watch Me Shine

For two years, I was the perfect shadow of another woman. I wore the silk robes Brittain Austin bought, styled my hair exactly how he liked, and spoke in a voice pitched half an octave higher than my own. I was a placeholder, a living statue in a minimalist Manhattan penthouse, waiting for a man who looked at me but never actually saw me. Everything shattered when a news alert flashed on my phone: "Caryn Newman Spotted at JFK." The original was back. The woman I was hired to mimic had returned to claim her throne, and my secret two-year contract as her stand-in was set to expire in three days. Brittain didn't even give me the courtesy of a phone call. While he was supposed to be on a business trip, photos surfaced of him shielding Caryn from the paparazzi, his hand on her waist with a tenderness he never showed me. When I walked into his office to return his keys, he didn't look guilty; he just looked annoyed. He pulled out a checkbook and asked, "How much for the hurt feelings?" When I refused his money, he coldly ordered his assistant to freeze every one of my accounts before I even reached the elevator. I stood on the sidewalk with zero dollars, realizing that to him, I wasn't a partner—I was just an expired lease. I had spent two years erasing my soul to fit into his world, only to be tossed out like trash the moment the real thing came home. But Brittain forgot one thing: before I was his doll, I was an actress. I pulled my secret weapon from under the bed—a notebook and a raw film cut he never knew existed. I called my agent and launched a high-profile "showmance" with my co-star that set the internet on fire. As I blocked Brittain's number and moved into a dusty apartment in Queens, I realized the show wasn't over. For the first time, I was the leading lady.

The Five-Year Lie, A Mafia Wife's Vows

For five years, I believed my husband and father when they told me they had executed my cousin for her betrayal. Then I saw her in a clinic, holding the hand of a little boy who had my husband's eyes. My entire marriage was a lie, a conspiracy to keep a Mafia alliance stable while he lived a secret life with her and their son. I was the placeholder wife, and I soon discovered their plan to have me drugged, declared insane, and buried alive in an asylum. So on the night they threw a party to celebrate their perfect family, I sent a gift. A recording of their plot, for our entire world to hear.

His Secret Wife, Her Public Shame

Tomorrow was our fifth anniversary, and I wanted to surprise my husband, Cleve, with a special ring. But at the jewelry store, my marriage certificate was rejected. The system said it was invalid. Confused, I went to city hall, only to be told my marriage to Cleve Drake was dissolved a year ago. And worse, he had remarried the day after the divorce was finalized, to Ivanna Mccarty, the shy orphan girl our family charity had sponsored. My world shattered. I found Cleve in his office, kissing Ivanna, who was dressed and styled exactly like me. I overheard them. Ivanna, feigning vulnerability, asked what if I found out. Cleve chuckled, saying I was becoming too independent, forgetting my place. He then gave Ivanna the exact "Five-Year Vow" ring I had tried to buy. The next day, Cleve acted as if nothing happened, even giving me an identical ring. But the lies were poison. I learned Ivanna had undergone plastic surgery to look like me, a chilling strategy to replace me. Then, the ultimate betrayal. My brother, battling a chronic illness, died from a sudden allergic reaction. An anonymous message revealed Ivanna had switched his medication. At his funeral, Ivanna deliberately shattered the urn containing his ashes, whispering, "He's with the dirt now. Just like you will be soon." I was framed for malpractice, my career destroyed, and beaten in jail on Cleve's orders. I overheard Ivanna confessing to Cleve that the car accident that fractured my wrist was planned, and that Cleve himself suggested pushing me into the table corner. They wanted me destroyed. But I wouldn't be their victim. I would disappear.

The Betrayal of a Dying Heart

When I stopped my wife’s assistant, Duard, from torturing a cat, a viral video turned me into a hero overnight. The public outcry was so intense that our company, which my wife and I co-owned, had to fire him. My wife, Jesse, seemed grateful, thanking me for opening her eyes. To celebrate, she cooked a romantic dinner and proposed a toast to our new beginning. The next thing I knew, I woke up on a cold concrete floor, my hands bound tightly behind my back. Jesse and Duard stood on a catwalk above me, livestreaming to the world. Below, surrounding me in a massive, deserted warehouse, were a dozen starving pit bulls, their ribs showing through their skin. "This is justice, Kai," she said, her voice stripped of all warmth. "For what you did to Duard." While the live chat called me a psycho, she told the world that I was the real animal here. She called Duard a kind soul and watched as the world turned against me. My loving wife was justifying my murder to a global audience. Then she gave me a choice: get on my knees, live on camera, and beg Duard for forgiveness. "Do that," she said, "and maybe I'll call them off." I looked from her cold eyes to Duard’s sadistic grin, and then at the hungry dogs. A surge of defiance cut through my fear. "Wrong answer," she hissed. "Duard, open the gates."

The Price of a Son's Greed

My son, Caleb, announced his engagement at a fancy dinner, and I expected joy. Instead, he presented a detailed list of financial demands from his fiancée, Jocelyn, and her family. They wanted chunks of our family fortune, my antique investment portfolio, and even our prime SoHo commercial property. My husband was stunned, but I remained quiet, the shock hardening into a cold resolve. Then, at the prenuptial agreement meeting, they escalated, demanding my priceless Andy Warhol, a penthouse in my building, and even a Supreme Court clerkship for Jocelyn' s brother. My lawyer stormed out, calling it a "goddamn shakedown." But the real war began when Jocelyn launched a viral smear campaign on social media, painting me as a cruel, controlling matriarch. Caleb joined in, publicly lying and betraying me, and the tabloids ate it up. Even a senator from Jocelyn's extended family tried to blackmail me, threatening a federal inquiry into our business if I didn't give in. The public attacks, the political pressure, and my own son's betrayal cut deeper than any dagger. How could my only child, whom I raised with love, fall for such a transparent and predatory scheme? My heart ached with profound disappointment, but that pain fueled a dangerous fire within me. I knew I had to end this. Not just to protect our legacy, but to show them exactly who they were truly dealing with. I made a decision no parent should ever have to make. I began the process of disinheriting Caleb. And then, I laid my trap.

From ATM to Avalanche: Sarah's Sweet Revenge

I was Sarah, the Silicon Valley project manager, the "walking ATM" for my family for twenty years. When I won the $150 million Powerball, all I wanted was to finally quit, go home, and find some peace. I craved my family' s warmth and believed Omaha was my escape-my real home. But the moment I told my mom I was coming home permanently, her first concern wasn' t my well-being, but "what about the money?" When I arrived for my nephew' s graduation, the house I had paid for no longer felt like mine. My father carved me the burnt brisket ends I hated, while my brother-in-law snorted that their house was "full." My nephew demanded an F-150, oblivious to my struggle. And my mother admitted they' d sold my childhood belongings for "a couple hundred bucks." Then came the true horror. They had turned my childhood room into a "man cave" and rented out the condo I' d bought as an investment, claiming the money went to "living expenses." When I questioned how they could spend that much beyond the six figures I already sent annually, my father roared, called me an "ungrateful spinster," and then slapped me across the face, ordering me out of the house I had bought. How could the family I had sacrificed everything for, the people I had supported for two decades, betray me with such calculating greed and cruelty? How could they claim ownership of a life I had so painstakingly built and funded, only to cast me aside the moment my perceived utility waned? Were they truly this heartless, or was there some twisted logic I was missing? As I drove away, my face stinging, a text from my cousin confirmed the final, sickening lie: my nephew' s entire scholarship and university story was a sham, a desperate ploy for more money. The sadness evaporated, replaced by a cold fire. They wanted my money? Fine. But they would pay a far steeper price for their deception. My revenge was just beginning.

His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Rebirth of the Broken Luna: A Second Chance at Luna's Heart

Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."

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.

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.