The Unwanted Wife's True Colors

Savannah, an oil heiress, gave up everything for love, marrying Sheriff Brady and settling into a seemingly perfect ranch life in Kansas, pregnant with their first child. However, the idyllic bubble burst the moment her daughter, Lily, was born when the doctor revealed an impossible truth: her four closest friends, cohabiting with them, were all pregnant by Brady. He dismissed it as a mere "accident," while his mother, Martha, brazenly declared it a divine blessing for the family’s legacy. Savannah’s demand for a divorce was met with a brutal slap from Martha, who scorned her as barren and labeled Lily a "useless girl." Soon after, baby Lily inexplicably died, only for Savannah to discover her tiny daughter had been secretly buried in their backyard like a discarded secret. Then, Martha was poisoned, and Savannah was cruelly framed for the murder, leading to her committal to a grim state mental asylum where Brady seized control of her entire inheritance. Trapped, medicated, and despairing, Savannah wrestled with the unfathomable betrayal by the man lauded as a hero, questioning how her life had devolved into such a waking nightmare. But a flickering ember of hope ignited when a new nurse delivered a cryptic signal—a small, silver X—leading to a dramatic escape from a staged asylum fire with the help of Ethan, the man she once abandoned. Vowing to reclaim her name and avenge her child, Savannah embarks on a relentless path to expose Sheriff Brady’s monstrous truth, whatever the cost.

The cold barrel of the gun pressed against my temple, my brother Ethan's face contorted with hatred. I was back, reborn, yet this nightmare replayed: Ethan blaming me for his lover Chloe’s disappearance. Then, the sickening crunch of a vehicle ramming our gate. It happened exactly as before. Ethan, obsessed with Chloe, had dismissed our security. I remember the last time: my pregnant sister-in-law Sophia lost her life, my nephew Leo was maimed. Now, it was all happening again. Trapped in the panic room, Ethan dismissed Sophia’s terrified calls as “drama,” accusing us of faking the home invasion to sabotage his affair. He remembered our tragic past, blaming *us*. Even our trusted friend Noah echoed his poisonous untruths, calling *me* a liar despite Sophia’s critical attack. How could he be so utterly devoid of humanity, so blinded by Chloe’s insidious lies, even after a second chance? The deep betrayal, the injustice, the sheer disbelief burned as Sophia bravely sacrificed herself to let me escape with Leo. But history wouldn't repeat. As Sophia fought for her life and suffered an unimaginable loss, I vowed. This time, I’d not merely survive. I would systematically dismantle Ethan’s twisted empire, ensuring he paid for every sin, and reclaim our future from the ashes of his destruction.

For six years, I was Ethan, an auto mechanic who found amnesiac Victoria. We built a life, had our son Liam, and a Texas home. I believed we were a family, forever. That illusion shattered in a Manhattan penthouse. Ice-cold Victoria told me our life was over. Her wealthy mother, Mrs. Sterling, offered ten million dollars and an NDA: sign it, and vanish from their high-society world. Emotionless, Victoria announced her engagement to Blake Astor, a match "appropriate" for her old money. My mind recoiled, not just from pain, but from a chilling sense of déjà vu. This wasn't new. I remembered the last time: Victoria’s first "amnesia," my desperate pleas, Blake framing me. My own son, Liam, blank-faced, delivering the "medication" that ended that life in a sanatorium. Both amnesias were lies – one to use me, the other to discard me. The bitter taste of betrayal consumed me. But this time, I wouldn't beg. I took their blood money. My hand steady, I signed the NDA. "Three days," I told Mrs. Sterling, "arrange my flight to California." They saw a gold digger. I saw escape, and the fuel to rebuild my life. Stanford's Computer Science program awaited.

After years hidden away, recovering from the fire that stole my old life, my meticulously crafted new identity as Ethan White was finally ready for a fresh start in Chicago, a surprise apartment from my sister, Sophia, waiting. But the key had barely turned in the lock when men burst in, led by Sophia’s fiancé, Rick Harrington, who saw not a brother returning home, but a stranger to be eliminated. Fists flew, bones crunched, and the man who was supposed to be my future brother-in-law sneered about Sophia’s "pet project," convinced I was just some con artist. Every desperate plea for my sister to recognize me, every mention of my true name, Evan, was met with another blow, another sneer, my new face cementing their conviction that I was an imposter. Even Mac, Sophia's head of security who’d known me since I was a kid, only saw a trespasser, his eyes blank with no recognition despite my desperate cries. As darkness swallowed me, battered and unrecognizable, the cruel irony was a bitter taste: the new identity Sophia had painstakingly crafted to keep me safe was now the very thing sealing my doom at the hands of her own fiancé. How could the security measures meant to shield me become the weapon used against me by the one person I was supposed to trust, the one who was about to marry my sister? Little did Rick know, a shattered phone with a single photo and a mother's heirloom would soon unravel his web of lies, bringing Sophia face-to-face with the brother she thought was safe, and unleashing her terrifying fury for justice.

Six months pregnant, my heart swelled with love and dreams for the future. Jack, the ambitious game developer, was my world, and our baby, a girl, was going to complete our picture-perfect life. I poured everything into supporting him, my art echoing the passion in his studio plans. But then a phone call changed everything. Sophia, a ghost from Jack’s past, painted a venomous lie on the tiny phone screen, accusing me of sabotaging her stream, fueled by 'jealousy'. Jack, my Jack, turned on me instantly, his eyes colder than the Chicago wind outside our window. ‘This is your fault, Emily,’ he hissed, his voice a stranger’s. He advanced, seizing my arm, his grip bruising despite my swollen belly. Dragged to the musty spare room, I saw the old steamer trunk, a dark, heavy relic. ‘You’re going to feel what she felt,’ he snarled, forcing me inside. I pleaded for our baby, for our love, as he folded my limbs into the impossibly small space. The lid slammed down, and the metallic click of a padlock sealed my fate, extinguishing light and air. I died there, suffocating, my last thought of our child, our innocent daughter. He didn’t come back, even as my body decomposed within inches of his everyday life. Instead, Sophia moved in, wearing my robes, rearranging my life, celebrating her triumph on our sofa. My existence, erased; my memory, maliciously rewritten. How could the man I built a life with, the man who put a ring on my finger, leave me to rot, just a few feet from where he slept? But death was not an end, merely a new beginning for my silent wrath. My spirit lingered, an unseen tormentor in the home where I died. I would whisper in his dreams, shatter his carefully constructed lies, and guide new eyes to the darkness he hid. Jack and Sophia thought they could bury me, but they would soon discover that some truths refuse to stay buried. Justice would come, even if I had to orchestrate it from the other side.

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.

Madelyn spent years in a marriage built on lies, loving a man whose heart had never been hers. It had always belonged to her adopted sister, Rebecca. When the truth came crashing down, everything she believed in shattered with it. Broken and betrayed, she walked away, determined to reclaim the pieces of her life. But just when she thought she was finally free, Jason returned, eyes full of regret, pleading for another chance. "Can we go back to the way things were?" Now, torn between the pain of the past and the ghost of love, Madelyn must decide: trust him again or finally choose herself.

Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?

"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .

Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion.  Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.

"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.