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For five years, I was the perfect girlfriend. I stood by Adler when his family lost everything, helping him build a tech empire from scratch. I thought our love was real. But one night, I heard him moaning another woman's name in his sleep-Annika, the ex who abandoned him the second his money was gone. I realized with horrifying clarity that I wasn't his love. I was his placeholder. The cruelty was a slow burn that became an inferno. When a chandelier fell at a party, he instinctively saved her, leaving me to be crushed. He left me bleeding on the side of the road after a car crash to go comfort her. He chose her. Every single time. He told me he loved me, but his actions screamed that I was disposable. His love wasn't a home; it was a cage built of comfortable lies. After he abandoned me on a yacht to save Annika from her own staged drama, I was finally done. So when his sister begged me to help her escape an arranged marriage to a monstrous, disfigured recluse, I saw my escape. I texted her back, "Don't worry. I'll marry him."

In Evelyn Whitmore's heart, Annelise Whitmore had never been the imposter who stole her life. She had always been the sister who pulled her out of hell. Annelise had taught her how to carry herself, had stood up for her when no one else would. When Evelyn's husband, Nathan Langford went bankrupt and their life fell apart, Annelise was the one who stepped in without hesitation, helping them through it all. It wasn't until the day Nathan got hurt that everything shattered. Evelyn saw it with her own eyes. He had Annelise pinned against the wall, his voice breaking. "You said your sister was pitiful and made me marry her, but what about me? Annie, let's be together again, okay?" Tears streamed down Annelise's face. "I can't. I already took her place. I can't take her marriage too." Outside the door, Evelyn trembled all over. So her husband and her sister had been in love all along. She signed the divorce papers and chose to let them be together. But Nathan chased her across miles, grabbing her hand and begging her to come back.

The day I found out I was pregnant was the same day I learned my three-year relationship was a meticulously crafted lie. I rushed to surprise my perfect fiancé, Anthony Holden, only to overhear him talking to his twin brother. "I've endured three years of this farce," he said, his voice cold. "Not once did I touch the woman." My entire life was a revenge plot for his childhood friend, a woman who bullied me relentlessly in college. They left me to grieve my grandmother's death alone, subjected me to tortures designed from my deepest fears, and left me for dead-twice. The man who swore to protect me became my villain, convinced I deserved every moment of pain. On our wedding day, he stood at the altar, ready to deliver his final, humiliating blow. He had no idea I was miles away, about to live-stream his confession to the entire world. My revenge was just beginning.

I never asked for a new family - especially not him. When my mother married Emilio Sanchez, my quiet life turned into a nightmare. Suddenly, I was sharing a house with Miguel Angel Sanchez - arrogant, reckless, and infuriatingly gorgeous. We clash at every turn, his smug smirk making my blood boil and every word out of his mouth reminding me why I can't stand him. I swore I'd never fall for someone like him. But the more I try to avoid him, the harder he is to escape. Hating him should be easy. Crossing the fine line between us could ruin everything. But no matter how much I try to escape... I'm bound to the one I hate.

My mother, a nurse who spent forty years caring for others, was poisoned and left for dead after a charity gala. The woman responsible, Keyla Dixon, stood in court, a mask of tearful innocence, claiming self-defense. The real horror? My husband, Garrison Gardner, the city's top lawyer, was defending Keyla. He tore my mother's reputation apart, twisting the truth until the jury believed Keyla was the victim. The verdict came swiftly: "Not guilty." Keyla hugged Garrison, a triumphant smirk flashing across her face. That night, in our cold mansion, I confronted him. "How could you?" I choked out. He calmly replied, "It was my job. Keyla is a very important client." When I screamed that she tried to kill my mother, he threatened to use my mother's sealed medical records, her history of depression, to paint her as unstable and suicidal. He was willing to destroy her memory to protect his client and his career. I was trapped, humiliated, and heartbroken. He had sacrificed my mother for his ambition, and now he was trying to erase me. But as I signed the divorce papers he had prepared, a wild, desperate plan began to form. If they wanted me gone, I would disappear. And then, I would make them pay.

My husband handed me divorce papers on our anniversary. It was a "temporary maneuver," he said, to appease his pregnant mistress until she gave birth to his heir. Then he left me to die in a storm and forced me to give my blood to save her, threatening my parents' graves when I refused. He called me a "blood bag" and expected me to wait patiently for his return. He thought he knew his practical, loving wife. He was about to meet the queen who would take his crown, his company, and his entire world.

My name is Sarah Miller, and I was on top of the world. Graduating college, a prestigious journalism internship lined up, and madly in love with Ethan Hayes-the powerful, charming heir. Life was perfect. A fairy tale, really. Then, at my graduation party, Ethan dimmed the lights. He projected intimate photos and videos of us onto a giant screen. My world shattered. His cruel smile gone, he announced it was all revenge. My journalist father, he claimed, had ruined his first love, Olivia, with an exposé, leaving her in a vegetative state. That night, my father died of a heart attack. My mother followed weeks later. My internship vanished. I was ostracized. And I was pregnant with Ethan' s child. Five years later, my daughter Lily developed aggressive leukemia. Desperate, I became Ethan' s personal assistant, enduring his and Olivia' s endless torture, even sexual exploitation, just to pay for Lily's treatments. He even desecrated my father' s grave. How could I have loved such a monster? How could one man inflict such unending, calculated pain on an innocent family? I was just a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance, paying for a 'sin' that wasn't even mine. The humiliation, the despair, the sheer injustice felt suffocating. With Lily dying, I entered a high-risk medical trial to fund her last hope, fully expecting to die. And I did. Then, I woke up. It was the day before everything went wrong. And so did Ethan.

I am Elianna Lambert. The day I received a tearful call from my best friend, Regina Haynes, telling me that her ex-husband had abused her, my boyfriend, Kristian Reynolds, and I flew back to the country overnight and rescued her. To help Regina get even, I set aside all business interests and took every order from her ex-husband's company. Kristian also made it clear that he would have him blacklisted across the entire industry. The day her ex-husband went bankrupt, Regina hugged me, laughing and crying at the same time. "You two cannot fight, okay? If you break up, who am I supposed to go with?" She said jokingly. Kristian pulled me out of her arms. "Shut up. There is no way I am ever breaking up with Elianna." Later, I had her move into my apartment to live with Kristian and me so that I could look after her; I even arranged for her to work at my company, and encouraged her to find a new boyfriend and start a new life. Every time Kristian would wrap his arms around me and ask, seemingly jealous, "Who is the one you really love, anyway?" Everything was fine until I left on a three-month business trip and secured a major international deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars. When I finally returned to the country, I was eager to surprise Kristian. He drove to pick me up. Out of habit, I opened the passenger-side door and was about to get in when my fingers brushed against something wedged between the seat cushions. It was a used condom.

How hard could it be? That was the question swirling through Rain Dzer's mind the moment billionaire football star Damon Savage asked her to be his fake girlfriend, for just one night. Simple. Harmless. Temporary. At least, that's what Rain thought before she heard his deep, intoxicating laugh. Before she learned about Kylie Cruz, his gymnast girlfriend across the country. And definitely before she saw the football god shirtless under the golden lights of his penthouse suite. Now, caught in a dazzling world of luxury, secrets, and unexpected passion, Rain finds herself falling for the one man she was never supposed to want. Damon Savage isn't used to complications and scandals, until Rain stepped in with her paint-stained fingers. Only one HIM. And Rain is about to learn just how hard it is to let go.

For ten years, I gave my husband, Desmond, everything. I worked three jobs so he could get his MBA and sold my grandmother' s locket to fund his startup. Now, on the verge of his company's IPO, he was forcing me to sign divorce papers for the seventeenth time, calling it a "temporary business move." Then I saw him on TV, his arm wrapped around another woman-his lead investor, Aurora Quinn. He called her the love of his life, thanking her for "believing in him when no one else did," erasing my entire existence with a single sentence. His cruelty didn't stop there. He denied knowing me after his bodyguards beat me unconscious at a mall. He locked me in a dark basement, fully aware of my crippling claustrophobia, leaving me to have a panic attack alone. But the final blow came during a kidnapping. When the attacker told him he could only save one of us-me or Aurora-Desmond didn't hesitate. He chose her. He left me tied to a chair to be tortured while he saved his precious deal. Lying in a hospital bed for the second time, broken and abandoned, I finally made a call I hadn't made in five years. "Aunt Evelena," I choked out, "can I come stay with you?" The reply from the most feared lawyer in New York was instant. "Of course, darling. My private jet is on standby. And Ariel? Whatever it is, we'll handle it."

After three years of suffocating darkness, Chloe finally regained her sight. She wanted to share the miracle with her devoted husband, Julian, but froze when she overheard him talking outside their bedroom door. "It was a mistake marrying her. I only did it because she looks exactly like Isabelle." Isabelle was his sickly stepsister, the woman he truly loved. Realizing her entire marriage was a lie, Chloe chose to keep her eyes shut, pretending to still be the helpless, blind wife. Soon, Julian brought Isabelle home on their wedding anniversary, kicking Chloe out of the master suite. He catered to Isabelle's every whim, allowed his friends to publicly mock Chloe as a "nobody," and even blindfolded himself during intimacy with Chloe just to imagine Isabelle's face. Chloe's heart turned to ice. She had sacrificed her sight to pull him from a burning car, yet he viewed her as nothing but a cheap, disposable substitute. She couldn't understand how the man who promised to love her forever could be so monstrous. He had secretly spent hundreds of millions to fund Isabelle's surgeries, while systematically suffocating Chloe's own dreams of becoming a scientist. The last ember of her love died on the cold bathroom floor. She didn't cry or beg. Instead, she secretly gathered evidence, filed for divorce, and walked out of his opulent cage without looking back. Putting on a pair of clear glasses, she walked through the gates of Columbia University. It was time for the genius scientist, Chloe Hayes, to be reborn.

He betrayed his wife. He buried her memory. And he never knew she carried his sons. Allen Hale had everything-power, wealth, and a woman who loved him without conditions. Until he chose another woman and signed away his marriage without regret. Mia Hale vanished the night their divorce was finalized. The world said she died. Allen believed it-and moved on. But Mia lived. Reborn as Iris Morris, the sole heiress of a legendary billionaire dynasty, she returns years later with unimaginable power... and two twin boys Allen never knew existed. Boys with their eyes. His blood. His past. As Iris quietly dismantles Allen's empire, he's forced to face the truth: the woman he destroyed is the one holding his future-and the sons he never deserved. Now regret is no longer a feeling. It's a reckoning. Mia must decide if the man who broke her heart deserves a place in her sons' lives... or if some betrayals come with no second chances. Because some loves are realized too late- and some regrets last forever.

Josie Watson asked for a divorce for the ninety-ninth time, but Laurence Andrews took a call from his first love and told her to get out of the car. "Go home and think it over. I hope this is the last time you make a fuss," he said. For Rosalie Harris, he abandoned Josie repeatedly, humiliating her. Laurence believed Josie couldn't survive without him. He didn't know Rosalie's brother was secretly encouraging Josie to divorce and leave the country.

A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.

I finally picked out the perfect gift for Jake, a vintage watch, for our third anniversary. I believed he loved me unconditionally, despite his busy schedule and our private relationship. But that night, at our favorite restaurant, I overheard his voice from the booth next to mine. He called me a "dog" and laughed, telling his friend that he' d never marry me. He was marrying heiress Chloe Peterson; it was "good for business." The words shattered me. He had bought me love and a career, only to discard me. I was publicly shamed, my career destroyed by his blacklisting and Chloe' s malicious smear campaigns. I went from a rising actress to an unemployable pariah, even my agent believed I was a gold-digger. I couldn' t understand how the man who once whispered sweet nothings could turn me into a cruel joke overnight. What had I meant to him? Was I truly just a plaything, easily replaced by a better "investment" ? Just as I felt completely defeated, an anonymous invitation to a high-society gala with a cryptic note: "Your enemies will be there. You should be too. Sometimes the only way out is through," ignited a fierce resolve in me. I would prove them all wrong.

On the day I was supposed to marry Giovanni Moretti, he publicly declared I was his brother’s girl. He called off our wedding at the last minute. His ex, Sofia, had amnesia after a car crash, her memory reset to a time when they were still deeply in love. So he cast me aside in my wedding dress to play the part of her devoted boyfriend. For a month, I was forced to live as a "guest" in the Moretti estate, watching him dote on her and rebuild their past, all while promising he would marry me as soon as she recovered. Then I overheard the truth. Giovanni had the cure for her amnesia locked away in his safe. He wasn't trapped. He was indulging, savoring a second chance with the love of his life. He was confident I was his property, that I would simply wait until he was done. He told his men he could have us both. He used his brother's name to humiliate me. Fine. I would use his brother's name to destroy him. I walked into the office of the true power in the family, Don Domenico Moretti. "Your brother said I am your companion," I told him. "Let's make it real. Marry me."

In the previous life, I was framed for cheating in the college entrance examination and was banned from taking the exam for three years. My future was completely ruined. My twin sister, on the other hand, successfully got into the USC School of Cinematic Arts and became a top female star in the entertainment industry, while I worked in a factory screwing screws. After work, I was robbed and killed in the outskirts with no one to claim my body. After being reborn, I kept my sister's admission ticket. I reported the human traffickers' parents to the police.

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.

I was supposed to inherit Beaumont Enterprises and marry my perfect fiancé, Anders Diaz. But as cold poison dripped into my IV, I realized my entire life was a carefully constructed lie. My stepsister Keshia and Anders stood over my deathbed, gloating that they had been secretly together for years. My own father had personally signed the medical consent form for this lethal special treatment to clear their path. They even laughed about how my mother's fatal car crash wasn't an accident at all. They were going to fake my death certificate, steal my inheritance, and dance on my grave. As my life drained away drop by drop, an overwhelming wave of hatred consumed my soul. Why did my own flesh and blood want me dead? How could I have been so blindly foolish? I swore to whatever gods were listening that if I had another life, I would make them pay in blood. Opening my eyes again, I gasped for air. I wasn't in hell. I was back on the morning of my wedding day, waking up in a lavish hotel room. Beside me lay Hayden Harper, the notorious NHL superstar Keshia had set me up with last night to ruin my reputation. Looking at his sleeping face, a crazy plan formed in my mind. This time, I wouldn't let them use my shame to cancel the wedding and steal everything. I pushed my passport across the table. "Marry me, Mr. Harper."

"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!