Her Perfect Swap

The Rival Don's Treasured Second Chance

My husband, the King of New York's underworld, declined my call for the ninety-ninth time just as my brother's heart monitor flatlined. He claimed he was in a life-or-death sit-down with the Commission. But moments after my brother took his last breath, I saw his mistress's Instagram post. The "meeting" was an emergency C-section for her Persian cat. My brother was dead because a mistress's pet needed the surgeon Dante had promised to send for him. The betrayal didn't stop there. When our car was T-boned days later, Dante didn't pull me from the wreckage. He carried his mistress to safety, screaming for paramedics to save his "fiancée," leaving me trapped in the burning vehicle with crushed legs. Miraculously, I survived. Lying in the hospital bed, I waited for an apology. Instead, I got a threat. "Without me, you are nothing," Dante sneered, throwing a box of chocolates at me like I was a dog. But the final blow came from the County Clerk. When I tried to file for divorce, they told me no record existed. Seven years of loyalty. Seven years of standing by his side. And I wasn't even his wife. I was just a possession he had tricked into playing house. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I picked up my phone and scrolled past Dante's name to the one man he feared most: his rival, Alessandro De Luca. I typed three words. I need extraction. It was time to burn his kingdom to the ground.

Too Late, Mr. Betrayer

My bones ached, a deep throb whispering something was terribly wrong. I'd sacrificed, donating marrow to save my fiancé Ethan' s "failing" company and his "dying" college acquaintance, Brooke Hayes. I believed it was for love, for our shared future. Then, a chilling truth surfaced. A text on Ethan' s phone: "$50k transfer… Main portfolio remains shielded." There was no crisis. Brooke, far from dying, walked out of my bedroom, vibrant, triumphant. It was a meticulously planned scam. My heart froze. Ethan gaslighted, his hand too comfortable on Brooke' s waist, denying my pain for her comfort. He prioritized a stray dog over my severe post-donation agony, dismissing my pleas for vital medication while showering Brooke with lavish gifts. Chloe, my best friend, became her accomplice, rationalizing their cruelty. The breaking point arrived when I overheard Ethan confess: he' d orchestrated the entire ordeal, the fake crisis, Brooke' s "illness," all to "make amends" to Brooke. My unconditional love had been weaponized. At a glittering gala, Brooke, her fraud exposed by my desperate words, staged a dramatic fall, pointing accusingly at me. Ethan, without question, condemned me, and Chloe, my dear friend, slapped me hard across the face. Publicly shamed, physically and emotionally shattered, my phone buzzed with Mom's text: "Car waiting. South entrance." My escape. I grabbed my small bag, destroyed my phone' s SIM, and walked out of the hotel, out of their lives, without a backward glance. My only path was to disappear, leaving behind the wreckage they'd created.

Lure of His Kiss

Three years into my engagement with Ethan, he secretly got involved with my best friend. He openly flaunted his new girlfriend in our social circle and repeatedly allowed the mistress to provoke me, turning me, his childhood sweetheart, into a complete joke. He was sure I wouldn’t make a scene and would tolerate him, until my new man handed me a wedding invitation and then posted our marriage certificate. When Ethan knelt down to apologize and try to win me back at my wedding, I stood beside my rich man in Alexander, looking at him coldly. "Having been with someone like you, I find it embarrassing."

Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

I was the top trauma surgeon at the city’s busiest hospital until my family decided I was nothing more than a disposal fee. I stood in my father’s mahogany-lined study, staring at a two-hundred-thousand-dollar check that was meant to buy my silence and my dignity. "Sign the confession, Aurelia," my father demanded, the silver cigar cutter snapping with a violent finality. They wanted me to take the fall for a medical error I never committed, all to protect my sister Dominique’s image before her high-profile merger with the Blackburn family. When I refused to sign my life away, the betrayal turned lethal. My sister planted a priceless sapphire heirloom in my bag and called the security team to search me in front of my ex-fiancé. My mother watched with cold indifference as I was branded a thief, and my father threatened to pull the plug on my grandmother’s nursing home payments by noon if I didn't vanish. I was thrown out into a freezing rainstorm with a revoked medical license, a battered suitcase, and exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Even the man I once loved looked at me with pity, believing I had stooped to grand larceny because I was jealous of my sister’s success. I stood at a bus stop, shivering and broken, wondering how my own blood could trade my truth for a corporate PR stunt. They had taken my career, my home, and my reputation, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back and a burning need for justice. Desperate to protect my grandmother, I sought out the one man they all feared: Avery Blackburn, the "monster" CEO rumored to be a brain-damaged vegetable. But the man I found in the shadows of the VIP wing wasn't a victim; he was a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike. "I need a shield, and you need a wife," he rasped, sliding a titanium card across the desk. I didn't hesitate to sign the marriage certificate. The Blanchards think they’ve discarded a liability, but they’re about to find out what happens when you give a desperate surgeon a billionaire’s scalpel.

The Alpha's Regret: The White Wolf He Rejected

My sister, the pack's beloved future Luna, was dying of kidney failure. Axel, the Supreme Alpha and the man I had secretly loved my entire life, used his Alpha Command to force the pen into my trembling hand. "Sign the papers, Jana," he growled, his eyes glowing with a predatory red light. "Stop being selfish. Kyleigh needs a transplant, and you are the only match." I tried to beg. I tried to tell him that I couldn't survive the surgery. I tried to tell him that I had already secretly donated a kidney to our father five years ago—a sacrifice my sister had claimed credit for. But Axel threw a stack of falsified medical scans in my face. "Stop lying to save your own skin," he spat. "You are a useless, Wolfless Omega. This is your only chance to be of value to this pack." He didn't know that Kyleigh had been poisoning me with Wolfsbane for a decade to suppress my inner White Wolf. He didn't know that the anesthesia wouldn't work on my poisoned body. I felt every inch of the silver scalpel as they cut me open to harvest my only remaining kidney. I died on that table, listening to the man I loved call me dramatic. But death was not the end. My spirit floated above the chaos, watching as the surgeon's face turned pale with horror. "She only had one!" the doctor screamed, holding up the blackened organ. "Alpha, look at the old scars! We just killed her!" Only after my heart stopped did the scent-masking drugs fade. Axel fell to his knees in the blood-soaked room, finally smelling the scent of rain and pine he had been searching for his whole life. He realized he had just butchered his true mate to save a liar. "Jana?" he howled, clawing at his chest. But I was already gone.

Betrayed By Love, Reborn By Fire

The first cry of my newborn daughter, Lily, echoed in the delivery room, a sound so pure it momentarily erased the exhaustion from my bones. I was a mother, my world finally complete. Then, one of the nurses murmured about a "scandal," and my husband, Daniel, stiffened. A month ago, photos of him with four women in a hotel room had surfaced-a business dinner, he'd claimed, a setup, a corporate sabotage. He was the victim, a saint who' d endured an ice bath all night to protect me and our child. I chose to believe him. I had to. But the moment the door to my private room opened, the truth hit me with sickening force. My four personal assistants, loyal and trusted, stood there, their conditions obvious beneath their uniforms. They were all undeniably pregnant. My mother-in-law swept in, beaming, confirming my worst fear. "These are our surrogate mothers," she announced, beaming. "To ensure the Hayes family line continues." Daniel, my loving husband, had used them, had planned this all along. The world tilted. I pulled divorce papers from my bag, laying them on the pristine white blanket of my hospital bed. He tore them up, his tears and pleas of "accident" a grotesque performance. He held Lily out like a shield. "Are you really going to deprive her of a father?" he pleaded. "If I stay here," I countered, my voice flat, "she will be deprived of a mother. The woman I was will cease to exist." My mother-in-law, a witch in human form, slapped me, screaming about me harming her "grandsons." My assistants, once my confidantes, turned on me, emboldened by her fury. "She' s cruel," Autumn sneered. "She' s not fit to be our boss anymore!" My own pain was a cold, hard stone in my chest. I took Lily from Daniel and walked out, leaving the wreckage behind. My lavish home became a prison. Isolated and grieving, I overheard Summer and Autumn, in the adjoining suite, boasting about co-CEO positions and how they just needed to "manipulate Ava into accepting our status. Make her feel guilty. She' s weak right now." They weren' t victims. They were complicit. I resolved to take Lily and disappear. But then my new assistant burst in, face white. "She' s gone! Lily' s not in her crib!" A primal fear shot through me. I found Summer and Autumn in the backyard, digging. My daughter' s bracelet glinted on the disturbed earth. Frantically, I dug with my bare hands until I uncovered her. Lily. Still. "She just… passed away in her sleep," Summer said, a grotesque parody of sympathy. My mother-in-law arrived, disgusted. "She was just a worthless girl anyway. Her death is insignificant. We have four more chances for a proper heir." Daniel, feigning grief, talked of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, of having "more children." He seemed to believe his own lies. "You' re hysterical, Ava. The grief is making you delusional." He walked away, leaving me with my murdered child. That night, I started sewing a burial gown from my wedding dress. Daniel and Summer' s intimate sounds from next door were a brutal torment. The next morning, Lily's body was gone. Furious barking led me to the backyard, where Autumn stood by aggressive hunting dogs, throwing Lily' s cashmere blanket into the pen. I watched in horror as they tore it to shreds. My world went black. I woke to Autumn' s sneering voice. "She' s so dramatic. Mrs. Hayes Senior just wanted the blanket destroyed. It' s bad luck." Daniel stood over me, offering sedatives. "You and your mother, you killed her!" I screamed. "You murdered my baby and now you' re destroying every last piece of her, as if she never existed!" He left. That night, an echoing scream: "She' s dead! Mrs. Hayes is dead!" Daniel burst into my room, his face a mask of rage. He lunged, hands closing around my throat. "You did this. You killed my mother." I was held captive, called a "witch" by servants. Only Chloe, my loyal assistant, visited, bringing warm bread and tears. "I' ll find evidence. I' ll clear your name." I gave her a silver locket, a secret sign for help from an old friend. "Tell him Ava regrets it." A tiny flicker of hope. Days later, the stench of smoke woke me. The mansion was on fire. My door was locked from the outside. Through the smoke, I saw Summer, a crazed, triumphant smile on her face. "I set the fire, Ava. Daniel' s idea, of course. With you and your bad luck gone, I can finally become the real Mrs. Hayes." She turned the key. "Goodbye, Ava." Just as a massive beam began to fall, the door exploded inward. A familiar, deep voice called my name through the smoke. "Ava! I'm late!" It was Alex Thorne, the son of a powerful senator, a boy I' d once defended. He threw himself over me as a burning beam crashed down. His strength was astonishing; he carried me through the inferno. He' d placed a female body in the fire, fabricating my death. My locket, returned to me, was the signal for help I' d sent him. My plan had been to disappear with Lily. But Lily was gone. "I' m not going back, Alex," I stated. "My daughter died. I was almost killed. I can' t leave without finding out the truth. Without getting justice." I looked him straight in the eye. "Alex, you once told me you hate cowards more than anything. A Reed does not run from a fight." "What do you plan to do?" he asked, admiration in his eyes. "Alex, if I' m not mistaken, you' re still unmarried. Would you still marry me?" Alex' s eyes widened in profound disbelief. "You… are you serious?" he stammered. "I am," I confirmed. "Consider it a transaction. A strategic alliance." I needed power. I needed to become Mrs. Thorne to fight back. He took my hand. "I will marry you, Ava. If you need me, I won' t refuse." Days later, Daniel, mourning his "dead" wife, announced a new marriage at a lavish hotel. He married Winter. Alex confirmed my suspicions. Summer had set the fire at Daniel' s bidding. "Autumn is dead," he said quietly. "An accident." And Summer? "She was flayed. Her body was hung on the wall." Daniel had eliminated his competition. "When do you want to announce our engagement?" Alex asked. "Tomorrow," I said, my resolve hardening into steel. At the Thorne engagement reception, I slowly removed my veil. Daniel recoiled as if struck. "No! This is impossible. Ava is dead!" His shock curdled into alcohol-fueled rage. He grabbed a steak knife. "You' re an imposter! I' ll kill her for you!" He lunged. Alex disarmed him. "Daniel Hayes, are you trying to start a war with me?" "That' s right!" Daniel roared, his facade crumbling. Armed men in tactical gear poured into the ballroom. "Why should I just be a CEO? I want to be the most powerful man in this city!" He was beyond insane. "I never thought you' d be smart enough to fake your own death. You almost fooled me." "Why?" I asked, needing the final truth. "Do you know what I hate most about you, Ava? It' s your aristocratic background. Everything about you made me feel small." His "love" was a performance. He had drugged himself, slept with my assistants, turned them against me, setting in motion the chaos that led to Lily' s death, ruining my reputation, framing me for his mother' s murder. "Ruthlessness is a necessary tool for greatness. My mother was just a sentimental old woman." "You are truly evil. But your time is almost up." He sneered. "With my control over the city' s network, everything here is already mine!" "And where is your control, Daniel?" Alex asked mildly. Daniel fumbled at his belt, his confidence turning to panic. "Where is it?" I stepped forward, pulling a small, sleek device from my clutch. "Are you looking for this?" Panic seized Daniel. He lunged for the device. Alex' s security team moved, subduing him. "How?" Daniel screamed, his face ashen. "Chloe gave it to me," I said, my voice clear. Two days before the fire, I had met Chloe, bruised and broken. She confessed everything: Daniel believed Lily was a boy, planning to use my "son" as leverage for my family' s European assets. He had beaten her after she stole his control device. Her last words were a choked apology for her betrayal. Daniel' s empire crumbled. He and his private army were arrested for treason. Lily was avenged. There was nothing left for me here. Alex drove me to the private airfield. He had been my rock, my ally. He had asked for nothing. "Ava Reed," he said, his voice soft. "Have a safe journey." "Write to me often," I replied, a genuine smile touching my lips. As the jet climbed, I looked down at the city, a place of so much pain and loss. I wasn't leaving as a victim. I was leaving as a survivor. I was leaving as Ava Reed, a woman who had fought back from the ashes and won. The future was mine to write.

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"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."

She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen

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?"

Treasured Beyond Measure: Three Brothers, One Queen

From childhood, Stephanie knew she was not her parents' real daughter, but out of gratitude, she turned their business into a powerhouse. Once the true daughter came back, Stephanie was cast out-only to be embraced by an even more powerful birth family, adored by three influential brothers. The second ruled the battlefield. "Stephanie's sweet and innocent; she would never commit such crimes. That name on the wanted list is just a coincidence." And the youngest controlled the markets. "Anyone who dares bully my sister will lose my investment." Her former family begged for forgiveness-even on TV. Stephanie stood firm. When the richest man proposed, she became the woman everyone envied. The eldest ran the boardroom. "Cancel the meeting. I need to set up the art exhibition for my sister!" The town was turned upside down.

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.