Too Late For Sorry

I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me

I was just a small-town Montana girl, fresh off the bus in New York, when I landed a paralegal gig at Sterling, Cromwell & Finch – the Everest of law firms. Then Ethan Sterling, the devastatingly handsome senior partner, noticed me. A kiss, a secret, an "arrangement." For four years, I was his dirty little secret, hidden in the shadows of his gleaming towers. But then Seraphina Blake, Ethan's long-lost love, returned, and I was instantly demoted from mistress to...convenience. Humiliated, framed for theft, I resigned, my career in flames. Why did I let him use me for so long? Was I really that blinded by his charm and power? How could I have been so stupid? Now, he needs me again. His precious Seraphina is desperate to win a charity dance competition, but her partner broke his leg. He wants me to step in, dance with her, pretend everything is fine. After all she did? Hell no! I'm done being convenient. I'm done being a placeholder. This time, I choose me. I'm going to expose Seraphina for the viper she is, and maybe, just maybe, find some real happiness in the process. Prepare for a showdown, NYC's elite, Montana's coming for you!

His Unwanted Fiancée's Regret

Ethan Miller clutched the sleek, cream-colored wedding invitation, just one month away from marrying Isabelle Rossi, the brilliant surgeon he' d chased for years. He had moved to New York for her, patiently building a life focused entirely on her, genuinely believing his unwavering devotion had finally won over the enigmatic "ice queen." His blissful world shattered instantly when Isabelle, with chilling composure, unveiled her new "mission": to become a surrogate mother for Leo Ramsey, her dying mentor's son – a monumental decision made unilaterally, completely sidelining their entire shared future. Ethan was left reeling, heart splintered, watching his fiancée consistently prioritize a stranger's baby and her career "duty" over their impending marriage and the family they were meant to build. He endured her casual neglect, observing her unwavering focus on Leo-from comforting him publicly at a funeral to abandoning Ethan, soaked and alone, in a torrential downpour. The ultimate, soul-crushing betrayal arrived on a hospital rooftop, where Isabelle, cornered by a grief-crazed man, screamed, "Take him [Ethan] instead!" pushing Ethan forward as a sacrifice to save her precious Leo. In that horrific moment, a cold, sickening clarity washed over Ethan: he was utterly disposable, a mere convenience in her meticulously constructed life, his love meaningless compared to her ambition. How could the woman he adored, his fiancée, so callously throw him to the wolves? The gut-wrenching realization left him shattered, suffocated by disbelief and searing agony. Fueled by a desperate, reckless fury, Ethan seized his phone and defiantly posted on social media: "Wedding in a month, need a new bride. Any takers? Serious inquiries only." To his astonishment, his sharp-witted, refreshingly direct childhood friend, Chloe Davis, replied, her half-joking, half-serious offer sparking an audacious, life-altering pact that promised him a radical escape and a chance to truly begin again.

Reborn: His Betrayal, My Fortune

A faint, shimmering gold mark pulsed on my inner wrist, a birthright that let me see glimpses of the future. It was also the reason I died. In my last life, my stepsister, Bethany Vance, with her gaudy gold bracelet, completely fooled our father, faking prophetic abilities that mimicked my own. He adored her, while I was nothing more than a bargaining chip, handed off to Ethan Blackwood' s estranged brother, Liam. I sacrificed everything for Liam, only for him to sneer, "A trick. All of it. Just to get power," moments before his fingers closed around my throat on our wedding night. Then, darkness. Now, I was back, in the same opulent ballroom, on the very day my father would announce the engagements. I watched Bethany preen as my father declared her engagement to Ethan, the Blackwood heir. Then came my turn. "And I am also pleased to announce the engagement of my other daughter, Ava, to Mr. Liam Blackwood." The applause was noticeably weaker. The familiar sting of being second-best, but this time, it was fuel. The grand doors burst open. Liam Blackwood stormed in, ignoring everyone but my father and Bethany. "I reject this arrangement. I' m not marrying Ava. I am here for Bethany." He offered a blank equity deed for her hand, dismissing me as he left. "You and I are finished. Bethany is the one with the true gift. She is the future of both our families. Not her." In my past life, I would have shattered. This time, a cold, simmering rage ignited. "Liam," I said, my voice low and steady. "You think you know what you want. But you are a fool." He hissed, "Bethany' s abilities are proven. What do you have? Nothing." I met his gaze, a cold smile touching my lips. "I have the truth." I turned my back on him. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I would destroy him. And I would take everything he ever wanted for myself.

The Betrayed Wife's Ultimate Play

My final prenatal appointment was today, but the drive turned into a nightmare. Now, I lay on a gurney, pregnant and bleeding, the world a blur of flashing lights. My husband, Matthew Scott, the golden boy ADA, was here, but his entire focus was on Sabrina Lawrence, his childhood friend, not me. "Get her out! She' s critical!" he screamed, as I rasped, "Matthew, the baby…" He didn' t even turn his head. A colleague dismissed my cries, telling me Matthew was stressed, Sabrina seriously injured. Just like my first life, this scene repeated. I had lived this betrayal before. Then, he pushed me off a gurney at the crash site, left me bleeding out on the asphalt while paramedics tended to Sabrina, believing his lie that I was hysterical and "faking" my injuries. My baby, our baby, was taken from me. The police officer later told me, "Your husband is a respected Assistant District Attorney. He's worried you're having a panic attack." They loaded Sabrina onto a stretcher, Matthew hovering, his voice tender for her, walking right past me as I lay trapped in agony. How could he do this? How could his colleagues and even strangers so readily believe his twisted narrative, abandoning a pregnant, dying woman because her powerful husband deemed her "dramatic"? Why was her life, her baby's life, less valuable than a man's reputation? The pain, the crushing realization of his utter depravity, merged with the chilling memory of his hands pushing me to my death in my previous life. But this time, I wouldn't be his victim. This time, as I lay there, abandoned and bleeding, the familiar darkness wasn't the end. It was the beginning of my reckoning. He thought I was just a placeholder? He was about to find out what happens when a placeholder decides to burn the whole goddamn game board to the ground.

The Harley's Cost: A Life Forfeited

My dad's kitchen felt brighter today. Mike was coming over for dinner, and soon, he’d be my husband. We were building a future, a family, or so I thought. Then, Mike dropped the bomb: his startup needed $50,000, fast, or everything was gone. Desperate, my dad sold his cherished Harley, the one he polished every Saturday, to save Mike’s dream. Just months later, my father lay dying, needing an urgent, impossibly expensive lung transplant. Mike, suddenly cold, called it a "setup," accusing us of trying to "squeeze" him. He then convinced me, with chilling logic, that our baby was a "burden," something we "couldn't afford." I went to the clinic alone. My father died soon after. Clutching his ashes in a biscuit tin, I saw Mike at a dealership, laughing with another woman, Tiffany. I overheard her mocking me as a "womb weapon." And Mike? He casually called our two years together "research." My love, my sacrifices, my dad’s life, our baby – all just an "experience" to him. The world tilted. I confronted him, his lies and my devastation exploding in our apartment. My father’s ashes, his final sacrifice, scattered across the floor, revealing the full horror of Mike's true nature. There was no going back now.

Broken Vows, A Scientist's Revenge

My husband, a powerful tech mogul, stole my sister' s posthumous research award. He gave it to his young protégé. The same woman who killed my sister. He didn't just steal her legacy. He threatened to destroy my lab and my life's work-the cure for the very cancer that took our family-if I didn't publicly endorse his mistress. When I confronted him, he let her destroy my irreplaceable samples. Then, he had my hands, the hands of a neuroscientist, systematically broken to ensure I could never work again. He imprisoned me, forcing me to sign away my entire career and publicly apologize for crimes I didn't commit. He called it "discipline," a lesson I needed to learn. How could the man who swore to protect me become my personal tormentor? But as I lay in a hospital bed, broken and alone, a text message lit up my screen: "Need help? I owe your family a debt." He thought he had erased me. He had only forged me into a weapon.

The Rise Of The Forsaken Luna

Briana George always believed she belonged in Moonveil Pack. She trained hard, dreamed big, and hoped that one day she would stand beside her childhood friend, Drake, as his Luna. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything shatters. Drake, her fated mate, rejects her in front of the entire pack and chooses a political marriage with Laura instead. Framed, humiliated, and stripped of her rank, Briana is cast out as a rogue. Left with nothing, Briana is saved by the few who truly love her: Linda, David, their children, and later Peter, Natty, and Milan. Together, they teach her how to survive outside pack walls and how to rebuild her broken identity. Slowly, Briana becomes stronger than she ever thought possible. She earns respect from new allies, discovers her hidden power, and begins to rise from the pain that once almost destroyed her. But danger grows in the shadows. Marcus, the cruel Alpha who betrayed her, tightens his grip on Moonveil. Laura schemes to keep her false crown. And far away, the ruthless Alpha Morgan begins to take an interest in Briana's growing strength. As these threats close in, Briana must decide who she wants to become: a victim of her past or a leader who shapes her own future. And when the time comes to face them all, who will fear her rise the most?

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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."

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.  

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

The Stray Heiress Strikes Back

Ten years ago, Elizabeth Kaiser was abandoned by her biological father, cast out of her home like a stray dog. A decade later, she returned as a decorated general of Nation A, wielding immense power and wealth beyond measure. The onlookers waited eagerly for her downfall, only to watch in shock as the elite families of Capitol City bowed before her in reverence. Elizabeth smirked coldly. "Want to chase me? Better ask my fists for permission first!"