Puppets of the Pop-ups

The Prosecutor's Wife: A Mother's Fury

My son Leo was in the hospital, his small body covered in bruises after a school bully left him for dead. But I soon discovered the horrifying truth. My husband, Calvin, a powerful prosecutor, wasn't just ignoring our son's pain-he was actively protecting the bully's mother, his old flame, Bethany. He used his power to systematically destroy me. He got me fired from my job and had my lawyer drop our case. He planted a fake video online that painted my injured son as a violent aggressor, turning our community into a hateful mob that screamed at us on the street. In a courtroom packed with jeering strangers, with Calvin himself presiding over my public humiliation, he thought he had me broken. He had sacrificed his own family to protect his mistress and their secrets. But as he prepared to deliver the final verdict, I rose to my feet, my voice cutting through the silence. "Your Honor," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "I want to replace the defendant in this case."

When Love Turned To A Living Hell

I worked three jobs to support my paralyzed husband, Gavin, and our developmentally delayed son, Leo. Life was a relentless grind, but I held our shattered family together, even taking in Gavin's infertile, widowed sister, Celeste. Then, one day, I collapsed from exhaustion at a construction site. My son, Leo, ran to get help, only to be mauled to death by a pack of stray dogs. At a charity gala weeks later, Celeste, wearing a necklace Gavin once gave me, cornered me. She mocked Leo's death, then brutally kicked me in the stomach, causing internal bleeding that led to an emergency hysterectomy. I could never have children again. Gavin, however, believed Celeste's lies that I had attacked her. He threw a razor at my head, called me a monster, and left me bleeding on the floor. When I tried to leave our apartment with Leo's ashes, Gavin and Celeste accused me of cheating. In the struggle, they shattered the urn, scattering my son's remains across the floor. Gavin kicked the ashes, calling them "trash." But hidden inside Leo's teddy bear, I found a voice recorder. On it was a recording of Gavin and Celeste, their voices clear and strong. They had faked his paralysis, stolen his company's assets, and Celeste had even wished for Leo to be gone. The betrayal was so immense, I collapsed, coughing up blood, as my world went dark one last time.

Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

My eight-year marriage to tech mogul James Slater was a secret, a perfect facade of love and devotion. I was a celebrity chef, he was the doting husband, but it was all a beautiful lie. On our eighth anniversary, James showed me a video: my younger brother, Kelley, tied to a chair, humiliated, being tortured by an "artist" named Kirsten Casey. James called it "performance art," a twisted display of his new muse's "vision." He dismissed my horror, his staff echoing his words, claiming I "wouldn't understand." He gave me an ultimatum: prove Kirsten's illegality or publicly apologize for slandering her. When I pleaded for Kelley, he offered a million dollars for therapy, his voice flat and final. He said Kirsten was "important" and I wouldn't stand in her way. The truth was a physical blow. James was Kirsten's patron, her lover, her legal shield. He was using his immense power to protect her cruelty. I was trapped, isolated, my home a cage. "You're her lawyer? You're helping her do this?" I choked out, my voice raw. He just looked at me, his eyes devoid of love, and said, "Hannah, don't make this difficult." I signed the papers, desperate to protect Kelley. But it was too late. Kelley jumped. At the hospital, James, the primary benefactor, ordered them not to "waste resources." My brother died. My baby, too, lost in the horror. I was shattered, blaming myself for trusting him.

Kidney Betrayal, Love's Cruel Deception

Five years ago, I voluntarily gave my kidney to save my daughter, Lily, believing it was a sacrifice born of a father' s love. What I received in return was a meticulously orchestrated public humiliation: forced to wear women' s clothing and clown makeup, starring in a viral video that branded me a pervert and destroyed my career and reputation overnight. My wife, Sophia, and Lily stood by me, their unwavering support the thin thread I clung to, believing their love was real, even as I lived as a social pariah. But that belief shattered when I overheard Lily and Sophia confessing to their monstrous deception: Lily's illness was a lie, Sophia's "kidnapping" was a sham, and my kidney was meant for my bitter step-brother, Daniel, all part of a calculated plot to ruin me and seize control of my family's firm. My life was a cruel, elaborate stage play, and I, the fool, had been their unwitting star, leaving me with nothing but the chilling realization that my sacrifice was a mark of betrayal. I lay in a hospital bed, barely conscious after collapsing from their latest act of public shaming, as Sophia and Daniel plotted to commit me, solidifying their control over my life and what little savings I had left. The man they thought they' d broken was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. I would play their game, let them believe their victory was complete, and then I would disappear. This was not an escape, but a strategic retreat. For the first time in five years, I knew exactly what I had to do, and my vengeance would be meticulously planned, far from their reach.

Her Betrayal, My Revenge, Our Ruin

The air in the conference room was thick with failure, but I' d checked the system a dozen times-someone had tampered with it. Then, Sarah, my wife and CEO, her eyes like polished stones, fired me in front of the entire board. She handed my team, my department, my life' s work, over to Mark, her sniveling assistant who I just realized had sabotaged me. "You' re fired," she stated, her voice devoid of emotion, as if our years, our dreams, meant nothing. The humiliation was a physical weight, heavier than the knowledge that this woman, my partner, had just betrayed everything we built. As she put a comforting hand on Mark' s shoulder, a cold calm settled over me. She wanted my life' s work? The patented algorithm that powered her entire company? "Fine," I said, before initiating a full data wipe of every personal file on the company servers. I left, not with the car she' d called for me, but with one my brother had arranged. Now, my lawyer says her company is running on stolen tech. My brother, David, is the lead investor she didn' t even know about, and he' s not happy. Sarah' s company, built on my genius, is a house of cards. And I' m about to watch it fall.

The Billion-Dollar Intern

My boyfriend, Ethan, was sweet, naive, and an intern at my architecture firm. I, a junior architect buried in student debt, thought we were a team, struggling side-by-side in our expensive Soho loft, building a life together. Then, I found out our whole life was a lie. He wasn't a struggling intern; he was Ethan Lester, heir to a real estate empire, my landlord, and the son of my firm's biggest client. My colleagues, my bosses-they all knew he was playing house. They watched me mentor him, pay for his things, and fix his mistakes, treating my entire ambition and struggle as office entertainment. My heart pounded with nausea, but the real punch came when I realized he'd actively sabotaged my promotions to keep me by his side. How could the man I loved deliberately hold my career hostage, turning my trust into a cruel joke? My vision blurred with icy resolve. I picked up the phone. "Mr. Harrison," I said, my voice steady, "I quit." This was no longer a game; this was war, and I was just getting started.

The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO

"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning...

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

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.

Once The Bride He Discarded, Now The Love He Can't Forget

Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"

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.