No Longer Broken

The Stolen Legacy: A Genius Heiress Returns

I was a top-tier CTO in Boston, but I threw it all away the moment my grandmother’s heart began to fail. The only doctor who could save her was in Manhattan, protected by a wall of money and power I didn't have. Then the real blow landed: the man who destroyed my family was now a billionaire at Zenith BioTech. Conrad King hadn't just stolen my grandfather’s company; he had orchestrated the hostile takeover that led to my grandfather's stroke and left us with nothing but debt and a broken name. We moved to New York, but the city was a nightmare. The elite specialist's office laughed at my pleas, and I was nearly trampled by Sean Sterling, a cold-blooded mogul who looked at me like I was a glitch in his perfect world. My grandmother gripped my hand in her hospital bed, weeping as she begged me to stay away from the man who had ruined us. "Promise me you won't go to him," she rasped through her oxygen mask. "He'll chew you up." I promised her, but it was the biggest lie of my life. I watched the news as Conrad King smiled at charity galas, living the life that belonged to my family. The unfairness of it burned in my chest like acid. How could a thief be celebrated as a hero while we were left to die in the shadows? I'm done being the victim. I’ve sanitized my resume and applied for a position at Zenith BioTech. I’m going to infiltrate his empire, take back what he stole, and burn his smile off his face.

The Scar That Freed My Soul

To force my husband to sign the divorce papers, I had to press a blade against my own neck until I bled. He was hesitating because he didn't want a scandal, even though he had just watched his mistress push me down the stairs, killing our unborn child. While I lay bleeding on the floor, Calvin didn't call an ambulance for me; he comforted her because she was "scared." I walked away with a jagged scar and a broken soul, leaving them to their stolen happiness. Five years later, at a party, the game "Never Have I Ever" brought everything crashing back. Calvin looked at me with haunted eyes, ignoring his now-wife Brea, and whispered, "I made a mistake. I want you back." Brea went ballistic, screaming that I was the home-wrecker, and tried to attack me again in a jealous rage. But this time, I wasn't the victim. I turned to my handsome neighbor, Derek, and closed the door on Calvin's pleading face. The next morning, a headline flashed on my phone: "Tech Mogul Calvin Bishop Stabbed to Death by Wife in Police Station." I touched the scar on my neck and finally smiled. Karma didn't just knock; she kicked the door down.

He Chose Her Over Us

I nursed my husband back from a coma, pregnant with the child I thought would complete our perfect life. Then his ex-girlfriend reappeared, also claiming to be pregnant with his baby. During a staged kidnapping, he made his choice. He offered me and our unborn child to the kidnappers in exchange for her. He watched me fall, saw the blood staining the concrete, and walked away to save the woman who was lying to him. He thought he was leaving me to die. But I survived. And the first thing I told my rescuer was, "I'm thinking of changing my baby's father."

His Deception, Her Destiny In London

"The position has been waiting for you for three years, Elaine. Just say the word." The voice on the phone was calm, deep, and familiar. It was Evan Mcknight, her former mentor, now a world-renowned architect. An hour earlier, she' d signed papers for her younger brother, Kelsey, to be moved to palliative care. The experimental treatment that could save him required a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit she didn' t have. Her savings were gone, and her business, built from scratch with her boyfriend, Brett Vega, was a success, but he' d locked her out of the accounts. As she stood up to pawn her Patek Philippe watch, a commotion erupted. Brett burst through the doors, cradling Daniella Chen, who was wailing dramatically about a sprained ankle. He didn' t even glance her way. He spotted her, pulled her into a supply closet, and hissed, "What are you doing here? This is all part of the plan. I' m making her think she' s won." He stuffed five hundred dollars into her hand, telling her to leave before Daniella saw her. He thought she was there for money, for pocket change. She let the bills fall to the floor. He was so good at lying, at performing. He didn' t see her brokenness, her grief, only an inconvenience to his grand scheme. It was over. She knew it with a certainty that was both terrifying and liberating. It was time to go to London.

Shattered Devotion, Reborn Vengeance

For five years, my world revolved around Sarah "Oracle" Vance, my boss and the woman I loved, pouring every ounce of my devotion into her life. Then came the mission that broke everything: Sarah was "captured" by a rival tech conglomerate, and the ransom was my life's work, an AI called "Ghost." Without hesitation, I sacrificed Ghost, my greatest creation, enduring a torturous procedure that nearly killed me, all to save her. But when I staggered back to the agency, hollowed out and aching, I found Sarah wrapped in the arms of another man, Dr. Ben Carter, laughing at me, calling me a "love-sick puppy" and "desperate for validation" – exposing that her capture was a lie, a setup orchestrated by her to steal my AI. My world shattered, every memory of my devotion twisting into a sick joke. Just as I resolved to walk away, fully broken, Sarah's young daughter, Lily, was kidnapped by unknown assailants, held hostage in the very data center I designed, rigged to explode. Despite Sarah's betrayal, a primal instinct took over, and I plunged into the inferno, racing against a digital timer, shielding Lily with my own body as bullets tore through me, making the ultimate sacrifice as the building collapsed around me. They declared me dead, a heroic casualty, but I was saved and rebuilt by Olivia Thorne, the CEO of the very company Sarah blamed. Now, a ghost reborn, the world believes I' m gone, leaving me free to uncover the true architects of this agonizing betrayal and exact a reckoning for the life they stole.

The Unwanted Arranged Marriage

The Fairmont ballroom shimmered with expensive light. It was supposed to be the happiest night of my life, my engagement party with Sarah, my girlfriend of six years. Everything was perfect until Liam, Sarah's assistant, crashed in, drunk and enraged. "A toast!" he slurred, holding a champagne bottle like a weapon. "To Sarah. A woman I love. Not him. Me. It's always been me." The room fell silent as Sarah rushed to him, taking the bottle, her entire focus on placating the man who had just publicly sabotaged our engagement. She led him away, not sparing a glance for my humiliation. My father's words echoed in my ears: "You have three days." The Hayes family pact loomed – an arranged marriage if I wasn't wed by my 35th birthday. Sarah returned, feigning apology, then accepted Liam's smooth, practiced apology on behalf of us both, drawing a line in the sand with me on the other side. Later, back at our apartment, a pocket-dialed voicemail from Sarah revealed her intimate laughter with Liam, confirming their secret connection. A photo, sent by a friend, sealed it: Liam kissing Sarah against an alley wall, a deep, consuming kiss. The final piece of evidence, burning into my mind. This wasn't just a drunken mistake; it was a calculated betrayal. My six-year future, the one I had fought for, lay shattered by deceit. I picked up my suitcase, the fight drained from me. There was only one path left. "Confirm it," I told my father's assistant. "My meeting with the Chen family is scheduled for tomorrow at noon."

THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA

Aria Thorne was born into a pack that treated her like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken." Her only chance at escape? A forced marriage to a fallen Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh. Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he's a shadow, crippled and discarded by the very pack he once led and bled for. Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha forced him to wed a StillBlood. She was nothing more than one more curse. However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha. Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?

Burned By Him, Reborn A Star

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire

In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."

Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession

For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."