She Returned: A Mafia Boss's Nightmare

Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Vengeance

I married Edwardo Steele out of a debt of honor, secretly loving the man who treated me like a contaminant. For three years, he weaponized his severe OCD against me, recoiling from my touch while I walked on eggshells in our cold, sterile mansion. My foolish hope for love died the night I saw him at a hotel fire, holding his mistress, Cassie, with a tenderness I had never known. He didn't just cheat; he destroyed me. He framed my brother, leaving him permanently disabled, all to protect her. Then, at Cassie's birthday party, he played our private video for everyone to see, a final, public humiliation. The man I sacrificed everything for had chosen a liar over me, and I was left with nothing but shame and a broken family. But in the depths of my despair, I discovered two things. First, I was pregnant with his child. Second, my brother had found a secret that could bring Edwardo's empire to its knees. I made an appointment to end the pregnancy. Then, I planned to use that secret to end my marriage.

The Scientist He Erased Returns

For ten years, I was the silent engine behind my fiancé, the celebrated genius Dr. Alston Scott. I dedicated my life to our research, pouring my soul into a breakthrough that would change the world. But when that breakthrough finally came, he stole it. He put his new protégé's name, Kiara Gamble, on my life's work. At the annual colloquium, to shield Kiara from plagiarism accusations, he publicly dismissed my decade of research. "She performed some preliminary data collection," he announced to the entire institute. In that moment, I understood. I wasn't his partner; I was a tool. A convenient, disposable part he was now replacing. My family had already cast me out for losing my "golden ticket," and now, the man I loved had erased my professional existence. So after he tried to silence me with a kiss, I slapped him, walked back to my lab, and deleted everything. Every file. Every piece of data from the last ten years. Then I booked a one-way ticket to the desert.

Choosing The Forgotten, Finding My King

For five years, I was blindly devoted to my fiancé, Austen Griffin. My family's power was the only reason he was about to be named heir to the entire Griffin fortune. But on the night of the announcement, he arrived late with my sister, Dennie, a fresh hickey on his neck. He cornered me, demanding a prenuptial agreement. "No shared accounts. No shared bedroom. And no questions about my life," he whispered. "You get the name, I get my freedom." In my past life, their public betrayal broke me. He used my love to secure his power, then cast me aside, leaving me to die alone while he and my sister enjoyed the fortune I handed them. But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the gala, moments before the decision. This time, when the family patriarch asked me to name my choice, I looked past Austen' s triumphant smirk and smiled. "I choose Kolton Griffin," I announced, my voice clear and cold, selecting the crippled, forgotten cousin he despised most.

He Broke the Omega: The White Wolf's Revenge

For two thousand, five hundred and fifty-five days, I breathed air filtered through silver vents. Silver is poison to our kind, yet my Fated Mate, Alpha Dante Moretti, personally drove me to that prison and locked me in hell for seven years. He did it to protect another woman. When I was finally released, gaunt and broken, Dante didn't offer an apology. He offered excuses. He claimed it was necessary to save Chiara, the delicate "golden child" who supposedly saved his life years ago. But it was a lie. I was the one who had drained my veins until I went into shock to save him, while my parents handed the credit to Chiara. Now, back in the manor, I was forced to watch my mate feed her grapes and comfort her fake distress. My parents called me a "soulless waste" and demanded I annul our engagement so Dante could mark Chiara. They thought I was a weak Omega they could discard. They didn't know that the silver hadn't killed me; it had forged me. They had no idea that the "runt" they abused possessed the blood of the White Wolf, the most powerful creature in our history. When the truth finally shattered their lies, Dante crawled to me, bleeding and begging on his knees in a hotel hallway. But I didn't feel triumph. I felt nothing. "I, Alessia Salinas, reject you, Dante Moretti." I walked away from the Alpha who broke me, leaving him to scream into the silence of a severed bond.

From Savior To Scapegoat

For nine years, I poured every ounce of myself into building a life for Chloe, the girl I rescued from the streets, even secretly sacrificing all my personal savings and hiding my identity as the heir to the Miller Group just so she could achieve her dreams. Then, she graduated, landed a prestigious job, and looked me in the eye at our wobbly kitchen table: "Ethan," she said, her voice flat. "I want a divorce." She claimed we'd grown apart, that I was "still me" while she had changed, dismissing our entire history as a mere "survival pact." She shoved divorce papers at me, demanding a "clean break" with the cold efficiency of a corporate cut, then walked out to her new life, leaving behind the untouched steak I' d cooked-her favorite. Later, I found brand-new, expensive men's shoes hidden in her closet, clearly not for me, another man' s size. The realization hit me: this new life she spoke of wasn't just about career. It had a name: Brendan. The very man I' d seen her kissing on a snowy street, laughing as she called our home "pathetic." My heart, which had endured her constant complaints about our small life, now burned with betrayal and confusion. How could she so easily discard nine years of unwavering devotion, reduced to a transaction? But the ultimate insult came when Chloe tried to manipulate me one last time, offering a "second chance" at our marriage-if I "fixed" things, if I got Brendan, the man she' d chosen over me, his job back. That' s when I dropped the bomb: "I paid her," I revealed, "I took the last five thousand dollars from our house fund, money I earned working nights in a freezer warehouse, and I paid her to walk away so that you could have your dream job." Her world, built on my silent sacrifices, crumbled, leaving her exposed and desperate. I walked away, finally free, leaving her to face the consequences of her choices as winter' s first snowflakes fell, washing away the last traces of a shattered dream.

The Disgraced Heiress: A Love Lost

The day my college entrance exam results came out, my entire wealthy family was on their knees, not for me, but begging for forgiveness. For years, they had seen me, Ava Stone, as nothing more than a lazy, incompetent disgrace, believing my adopted sister, Chloe, was the true prodigy. My tech-mogul grandfather decided to host a "Startup Pitch Competition," a high-stakes game between Chloe and me, to see who could secure the most venture capital. The winner would get a ten percent stake in the Stone family's main tech conglomerate. But it turned into a public execution for me. My parents, disgusted by my "laziness," bet three of their tech incubators on Chloe. My brother wagered ten data centers. Even my fiancé, Liam Miller, put up a brand-new AI patent, declaring to reporters and distinguished guests that I was "truly uninspired" and "guaranteed to lose," deeming me a disgrace to the Stone name. To their shock, I announced I'd match their bets, wagering my entire family inheritance, an offer they eagerly accepted, scrambling to put up almost everything they owned. My parents called me "crazy." My mother linked arms with Chloe, saying, "If it weren' t for Chloe, you' d drive us all crazy." My heart turned to ice as I watched them, hoping to rid themselves of me for good. They conveniently forgot Chloe had taken my place years ago, framed me repeatedly for her misdeeds, and was even secretly having an affair with my fiancé, Liam. Liam, eager to please Chloe, publicly crushed my deceased foster mother's modest necklace-my most precious possession-under his heel, sneering, "I, Liam Miller, would never marry a failure like you. Our engagement is over." My own mother slapped me for my tears, calling the necklace "cheap" and declaring I was "no Stone." As I was assaulted, restrained by bodyguards, and forced to watch a live stream of my robotic dog, Buddy, being tortured at a recycling plant-a "piece of junk," as my mother called him-my father kicked me, demanding I apologize. Amidst the chaos, a voice cut through: "The college entrance exam results are out!" Everyone swarmed around Chloe, celebrating her supposed triumph. Chloe smiled mockingly, "Ava, it' s finally time, isn' t it?" But it was my smile that unsettled her. Liam, eager to secure his future, dropped to one knee, proposing to Chloe, "Marry me, Chloe." The crowd roared, taunting me with my supposed failure. The notary announced Chloe's score: 702, second in the state. My family erupted in cheers, showering Chloe with praise and assets. Chloe gloated, "You bet your inheritance, but you're just a stepping stone for me. You're nothing but a clown." Then the notary announced my score: "Ava Stone, total score 748, first in the state for science. And also the national top scorer for science in this year's college entrance exam." The room fell into a terrifying silence. My mother's triumphant smile froze. Liam' s hand, hovering over a money transfer, paralyzed. Chloe snatched at the tablet, screaming, "Impossible! She partied every single day!" The notary calmly stated, "Miss Ava Stone wins all the wagers placed in the prize pool." As I pulled out my competition awards and university acceptance letters under my real name, the lights dimmed. Surveillance footage played: Chloe cheating on her exam, Chloe framing me. Every lie, exposed. Grandpa, watching from upstairs, confirmed I had been faking incompetence all along. He then delivered the final blow: his paternity test from twenty years ago confirmed Chloe was not his granddaughter. Chloe had manipulated everyone, replacing the true Stone heir-me. With my family' s assets now mine, and Chloe and her mother exiled, I reclaimed Buddy from the recycling plant, converting it into an animal rescue center. On Christmas Eve, I hosted a quiet dinner with the children from my foster home and the kind housekeeper who had secretly helped me. Months later, I restructured the Stone Group, clearing out those who had conspired against me. Liam, facing bankruptcy, tried to crawl back, but I made him pay every outstanding debt. My father and brother became ghosts in the mansion, stripped of their power. Grandpa then revealed everything: my foster mother, a nurse, had saved me from my biological mother' s machinations years ago, protecting me while Grandpa secretly supported us, waiting for the perfect moment for me to return and reclaim what was mine. My future stretched out, clear and open. I was ready to walk it, a tribute to my foster mother, a promise that I would build something good, something that would last.

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

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?

Savage Obsession: The Remorseful Tycoon Wants A Second Chance

A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"

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 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!"

The Sword Of My Heart: Marrying A Phantom Tycoon

Everyone in town knew Amelia had chased Jaxton for years, even etching his initials on her skin. When malicious rumors swarmed, he merely straightened his cuff links and ordered her to kneel before the woman he truly loved. Seething with realization, she slammed her engagement ring down on his desk and walked away. Not long after, she whispered "I do" to a billionaire, their wedding post crashing every feed. Panic cracked Jaxton. "She's using you to spite me," he spat. The billionaire just smiled. "Being her sword is my honor."