The Scars We Carry

The Nanny's Secret

I prided myself on being the "Tech Queen," the CEO who built Innovatech from the ground up. My success came at a price: missed dinners, demanding schedules, and less time with my precious daughter, Emily. But I always made sure she had the best, like the custom robot cake and Parisian designer jacket for her recent birthday. Then, a photo on Instagram shattered my perfect world. It was Emily's unique cake, her coveted jacket—but on another boy. When I questioned my husband, Kevin, he casually dismissed it, claiming Emily had a tantrum and ruined her own cake. A lie, I instinctively knew. The unease deepened. Emily, once vibrant, became withdrawn, her laughter replaced by silence. During bath time, I saw them: faint, purplish bruises, tellingly finger-shaped, on her tiny arms. Then she whispered the words that turned my blood to ice: "Maria gives me special sleepy juice at night, Mommy. It makes me sleep very, very deep." Maria, the nanny Kevin insisted was "family." My stomach twisted with a sickening mix of dread and fury. How could I have been so blind? Was my entire life, my family, a lie? That night, with my heart hammering, I accessed the hidden security cameras I'd secretly installed across our house. The "Tech Queen" was about to uncover her darkest secret. And when I did, no one involved would escape her wrath.

I Revealed a Terrible Secret After my Daughter's Place was Take Away

After completing a top-secret mission for the government, I received a call from my daughter, Michelle Harper. "Mom! I got the offer from the UN Secretariat Department as an intern! I have worked hard to apply for it for a whole year!" Her voice on the other end was trembling with excitement. She immediately started preparing her visa documents and sent me three voice messages asking what she should prepare. However, a week later, her location watch remained fixed at the third floor of the administration building of their college. I secretly went to her college, only to find her tied up cruelly in the corner. The culprit, Lacey Palmer said with disdain, "How dare you, a nobody, take the position at the UN Secretary Department that my father helped me get? Are you courting death?" Even the advisor chimed in obsequiously, "Lacey's father is the richest man in the country, and her mother is a top expert. That position is meant for Lacey." I was stunned. The position at the UN Secretariat Department? It was the position Michelle worked so hard to win. They clearly talked about me and my husband, who was married into my family, by mentioning the top expert and the richest man. I immediately dialed a familiar number and asked, "I heard you have an illegitimate daughter. Is that true?"

When Love Turns to Vicious Control

"I need the money, Jaida. My mom's in the hospital." My plea was met with a sneer from my ex-fiancé, Kirk Knapp, who then dropped a thick file on the table, detailing every single dollar he'd spent on me during our relationship. Then it got worse. "One box of tampons, $8.99. One pack of birth control pills, $50. A lace nightgown from Victoria's Secret... $78." He announced I owed him $200,000, which he generously reduced to $150,000 since I was trying to collect a debt from his niece. My humiliation was a spectacle for his wealthy friends, who then suggested I "work it off on my back." Kirk, enjoying my torment, offered an alternative: drink ten bottles of whiskey for the money. I did it, desperate for my mother's surgery. I rushed to the hospital, cash in hand, only to be told by the doctor, "An hour ago, we received a call from Mr. Knapp. He instructed us to halt all life-sustaining treatment for your mother. He said you could no longer afford it." My world shattered. I screamed into the phone at Kirk, "Why would you do that?" His cruel laugh echoed, "Because you dared to bother Jaida. This is your punishment, Holly. Her life is on you." My mother was gone. I didn't understand why he would do something so monstrous. Why would he take away my last hope, my last family, for a petty revenge? With nothing left to lose, I accepted an offer to join a national research project, determined to build a new life, free from his shadow.

His Betrayal, Her Unstoppable Rise

I was gone for two years. When I returned, my world had moved on without me. It felt more like a funeral than a welcome-home party, with my fiancé, Liam, walking in with another woman, Ava, on his arm. She was a cheap copy of me, and everyone, including my own brother, Mark, seemed to adore her. I pretended to ignore them for ten minutes, then confronted Ava. "Tell me, did you run out of your own face, so you decided to borrow mine?" She then staged a fall, splashing wine on a senator, and screamed, "Elara, why would you push me?" Liam grabbed my arm, furious. "You're a monster! Apologize to her! Apologize to everyone!" Mark, my brother, rushed over, yelling, "What the hell is your problem?" I watched as Liam and Ava continued their performance, framing me as the villain. I didn't flinch. I just slapped Liam across the face, the sound like a gunshot. "Don't ever touch me again." I then announced, "Our engagement is over. The Vance family does not associate with fools." They thought I was having a breakdown, but I had a plan. I pulled out my phone and played a video of Ava deliberately tripping herself. "The internet is going to love this." And as for everyone else, "I have two years of receipts on every single person in this room who smiled in my face and then stabbed me in the back. Cross me again, and I will burn your entire world to the ground."

Her Heart, His Cruel Game

Three years ago, I became the lost heiress to the Sterling fortune. David Sterling, the family' s handsome son, saved me from a dark clinic, spending millions on my recovery. We married, had a son, and our life felt perfect. At our son Anna's first birthday party, David pulled a scalpel from his pocket and, in front of all our guests, cut open our baby's chest. He then ripped out Anna's tiny, beating heart to save Sarah Miller' s daughter. He kicked me hard in the stomach, growling about how I had "manipulated his parents" and that my son "blamed me for being wicked." I lay in a pool of my own blood and despair, forced to watch him walk away with my son's heart. My whole life with David had been a cruel, elaborate plan for revenge. Days later, I was confined to a hospital bed in David' s mansion, not for care, but for harvesting my blood for Sarah. I was subjected to constant humiliation, forced to view videos of my son's murder, my C-section wound tearing open from the pain. David and Sarah paraded their love, while I lay in agony, ridiculed for my weakness. My heart was gone, ripped out just like my son's, leaving a hollowness so vast it swallowed me whole. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, commit such an unspeakable act of depravity? Why was I, an innocent victim, suffering this unimaginable torture? In my deepest despair, I remembered the small, hidden button on the bracelet David had given me. A desperate signal shot out into the world, a cry for help. I just had to survive for three more days.

Betrayed Heart, Rewritten Fate

My life was perfect, capped off by being named "Young Architect of the Year." A loving family, a devoted boyfriend, a loyal best friend-I had it all. Then my distant cousin, Ashley, arrived – an orphan in need. Suddenly, my perfect world cracked. On my 25th birthday, the crack shattered into a million pieces. My family, my boyfriend, my best friend-they abandoned me, throwing a surprise party for Ashley instead, while I waited alone. The betrayal cut deep, but it was just the beginning. The scholarship I' d worked for, my reputation, my sense of self-all systematically destroyed by Ashley' s hidden machinations and their inexplicable complicity. Sick and alone, cast out of my home, I stumbled upon a mysterious bookstore. There, I found a leather-bound book titled "The Rise of Ashley Green," revealing I was merely a villain in someone else's story, destined for a tragic end. But I refused to be a pawn in a pre-written tale. If my life was a book, I' d be the author. I chose my own ending, faked my death, and quietly disappeared. Four years later, I returned, a phoenix from the ashes. With a new fiance and unwavering resolve, I walked into the city' s most anticipated gala, ready to reclaim my narrative and expose the truth to the world. The show was just beginning, and this time, I was writing the script.

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."

When Love Comes Late

In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?

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.

The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!

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."

The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce." For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom. However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her. Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good. But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?