The Wife He Blinded: Her Clear Path

Betrayed Wife: Hiding The Mafia Boss's Son

I woke up wrapped in the arms of a man I believed would burn the world for me. Michael Thorne was the underworld’s golden boy, and I was pregnant with his legacy. But by sunset, the illusion shattered. During our family brunch, the doors burst open and a woman dragged a four-year-old boy into the room. The child had Michael’s nose. His chin. "Tell them who Leo is!" the woman screamed. Michael froze. He didn't deny it. While I stood there in shock, his mistress lunged at me, clawing at my face. My husband hesitated. In that split second, I realized I wasn't his wife; I was just an incubator for his empire. He had kept a secret family as an insurance policy. My father destroyed Michael’s career in an hour, stripping him of his money and status. But I wanted to destroy his soul. He begged for forgiveness, weeping, claiming he loved our unborn child more than anything. So I placed a hand on my stomach and looked him dead in the eye. "There is no baby, Michael," I lied. "Your legacy is dead." As he fell to his knees, broken, I walked away to build my own empire—with the son he would never know existed.

Auctioned Daughter, Shattered Wife

My husband, the tech billionaire I adored, sent his men to take me to an undisclosed location. When we arrived, I found our sixteen-year-old daughter, Julianne, on a stage, being auctioned off like a piece of art to a crowd of sick elites. My husband, Everett, used this to blackmail me into resigning from my career. But after Julianne's subsequent suicide attempt, he let his mistress—an unqualified researcher—perform the surgery, leaving our daughter in a permanent vegetative state. He publicly humiliated me, claiming our marriage was a lie and that I was a stalker. He forced me to kneel and beg for my daughter's life, only to let his mistress shatter my surgeon's hand with a trophy. After they pulled the plug on Julianne, they tricked my mother and me into drinking her ashes. They left my mother for dead at the bottom of a flight of stairs. As I knelt over her broken body, my grief finally turned into a cold, hard resolve. When Everett texted, demanding my presence at his celebration party, I replied with two words. "I'll be there."

A Lie Sung: His Deception, Her Amnesia

The world believes Liam Carter wrote the greatest love song of the decade for the woman on stage. He didn't. He wrote it about me. And now, Olivia, the woman singing it, my Olivia, is engaged to him, just three years after doctors gave me my diagnosis and she vanished. I' m here, in a stadium seat, my final breath getting closer, watching her. She' s polished, famous, beautiful. But her voice, the one that once sang me to sleep, now sings a song about my death, written by another man. Liam Carter, handsome and confident, proposes. Olivia cries happy tears, says yes. The stadium erupts, celebrating a love found, a perfect happy ending. Everyone is part of this moment. Everyone except me. I am the forgotten footnote in a story that used to be mine. The pain in my chest is no longer an ache; it' s a sharp blade. It' s not just the cancer. It' s the sight of her, so happy, in a life I have no part in, a life built on the ashes of ours. Then, blood. A hot, wet cough, and blood on my hand. I have to get out. My body is failing, but a new truth begins to emerge. It was all a lie. She didn' t just leave me. She was taken.

Betrayed By Miss Wrong, Claimed By Mr Right

Captain Ethan Carter, a decorated officer, thought his life was set: a prestigious military career and an engagement to Isabella Hayes, a political scion, marked them as Washington's newest power couple. But Izzy publicly detonated their future, calling off the wedding to embrace Julian Vance, a self-proclaimed visionary who dismissed Ethan's traditional values as "stifling" and "outdated" to a shocked populace. Ethan endured a relentless media firestorm and public humiliation that felt like a knife twist, but the real blow came when his beloved mentor, Mac, was brutally murdered in what appeared to be a "mugging gone wrong," subtly orchestrated by Vance. Beaten, framed, and ridiculed, Ethan watched as Izzy, astonishingly defensive, defended Vance, accusing Ethan of malicious plots, utterly blind to the monster she was protecting. His grief for Mac ignited into a white-hot rage, fueled by the sheer injustice and the chilling realization of Vance's malevolence and Izzy's damning delusion. With nothing left to lose, Ethan abandoned his life of public service, vowing a blood debt, accepting immediate deployment to a distant warzone - not just to fight for his country, but to reclaim his honor and avenge his fallen mentor.

Their Shared Secret, Her Sweet Victory

The heavy satin of my wedding dress felt like a shroud. Today was supposed to be the most joyous day, marrying Ethan Davenport, cementing a powerful alliance. Instead, I was trapped in darkness, my screams muffled by the thick, soundproof walls of a panic room. Jessica Miller, my childhood companion, had drugged me. I clawed my way out, nails broken and bleeding, only to stumble into my own reception. And there she was, radiant in my gown, standing beside my groom. "Jessica? Ethan, what is happening?" I croaked, my voice raw. Jessica's face was a mask of feigned concern, her lies echoing through the ballroom. "Oh, Sarah, why are you doing this? You know Ethan and I are in love." Whispers of "unstable" and "breakdown" filled the air as security, loyal to her family, dragged me away. Ethan looked at me, his face unreadable, before turning back to Jessica. My heart shattered into a million pieces. They threw me into the cold New England night. A blinding flash of headlights. A screech of tires. Then, nothing. I gasped, shooting upright in my own bed, sunlight streaming through the window. My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the terror of what had just been. The date on my phone brought a chilling realization: it was the day before the wedding. I was alive. A new message popped up from Jessica Miller in the family chat: "So excited to marry my love, Ethan, tomorrow!" My blood ran cold. Her audacity was shocking, but this time, I knew. This time, she wouldn't win.

The Girl Who Cheated Death & Injustice

I was the golden child. Valedictorian, set for Stanford on a full ride. The American Youth Scholar Championship? Just a final victory lap, a taste of competition before my bright future. Then came the roar of angry voices, the hands grabbing me. "You cheated!" they screamed. Event security, police. They found a micro-earpiece in my custom bracelet, a receiver. A college kid named "Ace" confessed, said I paid him via Venmo. None of it was true, but no one listened. Stanford pulled my acceptance. Our small Oregon town, once proud, turned on my family. The online hate was relentless. My dad's heart couldn't take the stress; he died. Mom faded away, gone weeks later. I was in a cell, awaiting a trial I knew I'd lose. The grief, the injustice – it was a crushing weight. I died not knowing how they pulled it off, how they shattered my life and destroyed my family with lies. Until I woke up. The cheap floral carpet of a motel lobby. My best friend Jess, shaking my arm: "The Championship starts tomorrow!" This was it. The day before it all went wrong. My second chance. And this time, I wouldn't just survive; I'd expose them all.

Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?

In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for 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.

Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret

For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk. The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for. "You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip." My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father. I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth. But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move. "Get dressed. We're going to a party."

After Leaving, Her Three Brothers Beg For Forgiveness

Kathryn was the true daughter, but Jolene stole her life and set her up for ruin. After a brutal kidnapping scheme, Kathryn's loyalty to her brothers and fiancé was met with cruel betrayal. Narrowly escaping, she chose to cut all ties and never forgive them. Then she shocked the world: the miracle doctor for the elite, a top-tier hacker, a financial mastermind, and now the untouchable star her family could only watch from afar. Her brothers begged, her parents pleaded, her ex wanted her back-Kathryn exposed them all. The world gasped as the richest man confessed his love for her.

Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable

Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."