Celestial Heart, Mortal Betrayal

The Price Of Their Cruel Deceit

Three years after my fiancé, Kaden, left me at the altar, he crashed back into my life. He found me pregnant, living in the grand mansion he still believed was his birthright. He wasn't alone. My ex-best friend, Chelsey, stood beside him, her eyes scanning the home with pure greed. They cornered me, their faces twisted with rage, demanding to know who the father of my "bastard" child was. When I refused to answer their insane accusations, their questions turned to violence. They slapped me, shoved shards of broken glass into my mouth, and pinned me to the floor. Chelsey smiled as she drove her stiletto heel into my stomach. Then Kaden delivered a final, brutal kick. In that horrifying instant, I felt the tiny, fluttering life inside me go still. They had murdered my son. They laughed when I sobbed that the baby belonged to Kaden's older brother, Angus. "Everyone knows he's sterile," Kaden sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "The car accident ten years ago made sure of that." They were so blinded by a decade-old rumor they refused to believe the impossible truth. But just as they threw my broken body into the pool to drown, a car smashed through the estate gates. It was Angus. And they were about to learn the devastating truth: he wasn't just the baby's father. He was my husband.

His Wife, Her Lover, Their Daughter

The first time I knew my marriage was over was when I saw my wife Angela and our daughter Chaney laughing with Giovanni Brown at the private airfield. For ten years, I had been the perfect political husband, sacrificing my music career to be a stay-at-home dad and Angela' s smiling prop. Then, this morning, I found the hotel receipts. Dozens of them, stretching back a decade, always two rooms booked but only one used, always on nights she was supposedly at a "political retreat" with her campaign manager, Giovanni. My world shattered. At the airfield, Angela adjusted Giovanni' s tie, her smile warm and intimate, a smile I hadn' t seen in years. Chaney held Giovanni' s hand, looking up at him with adoration. I was the intruder. When I confronted them, Angela' s face paled, then flushed with anger, not shame. Chaney scowled, screaming, "Daddy, you' re embarrassing us!" She then delivered the final, killing strike, clinging to Giovanni and yelling, "You' re just a useless stay-at-home dad! Uncle Gio helps Mommy with important things!" The humiliation was a physical thing, hot and suffocating. Angela didn' t defend me; she agreed. I realized I was just a service provider, a convenient accessory they no longer needed. They thought I was nothing without them. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.

Beyond the Fire: A Wife's Ultimatum

They said our story was for the ages. Olivia and Ethan, childhood sweethearts who built an empire, Miller-Reed Tech, from nothing. Our marriage was supposed to be the final, perfect brick in our carefully constructed life. Then, a week before our wedding, Ethan confessed to an affair with an intern, Chloe, dismissing it as a "mistake." I buried the pain, believing our love was strong enough to mend any crack. Three years later, during a fire at our company, I saved Ethan from a falling beam, only to be crushed myself. He, however, ran past me, bleeding and pinned, to comfort Chloe who had only twisted her ankle. Later, in the hospital, he didn' t know I was near death, while diverting top medical teams for Chloe' s minor injury. The betrayal escalated when Chloe brazenly visited my hospital bed. She flaunted Ethan' s devotion, admitted to setting the fire herself to make him a "hero," and then dropped the bombshell: she was pregnant with Ethan's child. She mocked my "cold bed," stating I was merely a "business partner," not a wife. When Ethan finally confronted me, he saw my horrific injuries. But instead of remorse, he rationalized his neglect, claiming I was "too strong" to need him, unlike "fragile" Chloe. He begged for forgiveness, but when Chloe re-entered, attacking me, he shielded her, blaming me for "upsetting" her. The ultimate choice was clear. With cold resolve, I gave Ethan an ultimatum: sign an uncontested divorce for half the company, or face an arson investigation against Chloe and a complicity charge against him. The clock was ticking.

When Home Becomes A Nightmare

My daughter, Lily, was just one month old when I hired Ms. Jenkins, a live-in nanny. As CEO of my own tech startup, I needed help, and she came highly recommended. But from the moment she arrived, she started subtly undermining me. She criticized my career, told me "a mother's place is with her child," and openly suggested her daughter would be a better wife for my husband, Mark. I tried to set boundaries, but her manipulative behavior escalated, culminating in her attempting to "ward off evil spirits" by shaking my baby with a pair of sharp scissors. I immediately fired her. But then, Ms. Jenkins put on a masterful show of emotional blackmail, pleading with Mark that she had nowhere to go. Mark, ever the soft touch, sided with her, portraying me as heartless for wanting rid of a woman who had just endangered our child. He guilttripped me, leveraging my privileged background against his own humble roots, twisting my compassion into a weakness. Trapped, and to my eternal regret, I gave her one more week. I hadn't solved a problem; I had merely delayed a disaster. Two weeks later, returning home from a postpartum recovery center, I found the locks changed. My house was in chaos, occupied by Ms. Jenkins, her "perfect homemaker" daughter Tiffany, Tiffany's destructive son, and Mark' s abrasive mother. They had trashed my home, stolen my valuables, and were arrogantly claiming it was their house, that Mark owned everything. Then, Brenda, Mark' s mother, handed me divorce papers signed by Mark, declaring he wanted me out with nothing. My home invaded, my property plundered, my daughter threatened, and my marriage betrayed-I was stripped of everything. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, conspire to leave me completely destitute? Fueled by a cold, protective rage for my daughter, I activated the hidden cameras, sending an emergency text to my father. I signed the divorce papers, a silent promise of the battle to come. This wasn't over; it was just beginning.

When Revenge Kills, Love Prevails

My crystal glass felt cold, a stark contrast to the stifling ballroom where hundreds of people laughed around me. Then I saw her, Scarlett Hayes, the city' s richest heiress, moving directly towards me, her cruel smile widening. She publicly humiliated me, reminding everyone how her family funded my mother' s medical bills and my education. She' d always made it clear what I was: her servant, her puppet. I was nothing more than a stand-in, a substitute for Liam, her obsessed-over step-brother. The constant abuse, the public shaming – it was all her game. But then my phone rang. It was the hospital. "Mr. Miller?" a nurse' s voice said, urgent. "It' s your mother." A cold dread washed over me. I raced to the hospital, but it was too late. My mother was gone. The payment for her emergency medication had been canceled, that very afternoon. By Scarlett. She had done this. Her petty revenge had cost my mother her life. The grief was a physical blow, but beneath it, something else simmered. The deal was broken. I had nothing left to lose. I walked back to her mansion, left her key and her credit card on the table. "My mother is dead," I said, my voice flat. "Well, that' s not my problem," she retorted. "No," I said, looking her directly in the eye for the first time without fear. "It' s not. Not anymore." I turned and walked out, leaving my life as her puppet behind. For the first time in a year, I felt like I could breathe. I was free. Or so I thought.

My Family, My Betrayal

The heavy iron gate groaned shut, a sound I knew too well after five years inside. I stood there, a single duffel bag holding all that was left of my old life, traded my prison gray for ill-fitting civilian clothes. Then a sleek black car pulled up, and Maestro Chen, the man who saw something in my prison-yard music, told me we were going home-my old home. But "home" had already moved on, without me. Liam Carter, a man with my face, had stolen everything: my fiancée Olivia, my family' s love, even my dog Apollo. My family-my parents, Robert and Sarah, and my sister Emily-they didn' t just embrace him, they erased me, the painful reminder of a tragedy they preferred to forget. They even cheered as Liam, the imposter who now wore my own sweater, feigned a heart attack to steal their sympathy, completely overshadowing my unwelcome return. The word "family" turned to ash on my tongue as I realized I was nothing more than a ghost in my own house, a forgotten inconvenience. I was a punchline to a cruel joke, a fugitive framed for arson by the very imposter my family rallied to protect. They chose the lie, leaving me to burn, and then branded me a violent, unstable criminal to the world. Completely alone, disowned, and hunted, I was staring into an abyss of betrayal I hadn't imagined possible. But as I looked at the embers of my destroyed past, a cold certainty ignited: I wouldn't just disappear; I would rise. I became Lloyd, severing every last tie, not merely to escape, but to orchestrate a crescendo of truth-a final, devastating performance to reclaim my name and expose the monsters they truly were.

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.

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.

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

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.

The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.