Frosthaze Lioren

After her fiancé spent millions on her late mother's heirloom only to give it to his pregnant lover, Kaylee ended their engagement on the spot. She turned to a dating app and quickly married a seemingly penniless programmer, believing it was only a contract arrangement. But when her regretful ex came begging, her husband revealed himself as the founder of a trillion dollar tech empire. Cornering her against his desk, he reminded her, "My profile made it clear. My body and heart belong to you." Only then did Kaylee realize every coincidence had been part of his seven-year plan.

Everyone believed Travis had only three months left after falling into a vegetative state. Sent by her family to marry him, Kendra unexpectedly saved his life instead. From then on, he spoiled her without restraint, paying for her gemstones, protecting her from trouble, and publicly declaring their marriage when rumors spread. But Kendra soon realized something was off. When she finally confronted him, Travis pulled her close and confessed the truth. He had been pretending to be sick all along, because it was the only way he could make her stay by his side.

Bethany's daughter needed blood after a car accident, but her husband gave the city's entire supply to his secretary for mild anemia. Bethany begged a mysterious man for help and promised to marry him if he saved her child. Although blood and specialists arrived, her daughter died. So did her heart. Keeping her word, Bethany married the man. At their wedding, her remorseful ex fell to his knees and begged her to return. "Bring my daughter back first," she demanded. The powerful tycoon kicked him aside, and pulled his pregnant wife into his protective embrace. "Leave my wife alone, unless you want your company ruined."

On our third engagement anniversary, I bought my fiancé the watch he had wanted for months. But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman. The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna. When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me. Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation. They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit. Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies. "She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood." I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery. I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased. I refused to let them destroy me. To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship. But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead. Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress. "Are you my new mommy?"

During the car accident, Katherine's fiancé shoved her toward danger just to save the servant's daughter. Waking up in the ICU shattered every illusion she had left. She called off the engagement, cut ties with her family, and stopped sacrificing herself for people who never valued her. Her brothers mocked her decision, certain she would return begging within days. Instead, their worlds collapsed one after another. Her eldest brother was baffled. "Why is the company's cash flow a complete mess?" Because Katherine had pulled her investment. Her second brother was livid. "Why is mymasterpiece being called plagiarism?" Because Katherine wasn't letting him steal her work anymore. Her youngest brother was panicked. "Why is the whole racing community shutting me out?" Because Katherine had walked away from the team. By the time they realized everything she had done behind the scenes, it was too late. Standing beside her powerful new fiancé, Katherine smiled coldly. "Your chance to fix this expired long ago."

"I'm badly injured. Get over here right now!" Fresh off a grueling twelve-hour open-heart surgery, I received a frantic call from my boyfriend, Derik. Without even changing my scrubs, I rushed through Boston's freezing autumn rain to the bar. But the moment I pushed open the VIP room door, my blood ran completely cold. Derik was sitting perfectly unharmed on the sofa, with a scantily clad, third-rate model straddling his lap. Seeing me soaked to the bone and looking like a mess, the model didn't get off him. Instead, she leaned into his chest with fake innocence: "Sorry to bother you, sis. I just twisted my ankle, but Derik was so worried he insisted a top doctor like you come take a look." The cold rain dripped from my hair. Swallowing the sharp pain in my chest, my voice trembled: "I'm a cardiothoracic surgeon. I can't treat an ankle." "If you can't even look at a twisted ankle, what use are you?" Derik interrupted impatiently, looking at me like I was a cheap object. "Don't forget, my family funded your medical degree. You're nothing but a free maid we took in out of charity! As long as you behave, I might still let you keep the title of my girlfriend." In that instant, my four years of walking on eggshells and compromising felt like a massive joke. Instead of crying and begging like he expected, I looked at him coldly. "You're right, I can't treat it. So I'm officially giving up the position of your girlfriend to her." Leaving Derik staring in shock, I turned around, walked out of the room, and rushed straight into a restroom stall. Just as I was about to let out a sob, the door was violently kicked open. A towering, blood-soaked man forced his way in, pinning me hard against the wall. The overwhelming scent of fresh blood and dangerous masculinity instantly enveloped me. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to live." Hearing the assassins' footsteps approaching outside, my doctor's instinct kicked in. I yanked his belt loose, grabbed his collar, and kissed him fiercely. I thought I had just saved a stranger, until a few days later when Derik's grandmother suffered a severe heart attack. Her life was hanging by a thread, and the surgery required the signature of the family's ultimate patriarch. Outside the ER, Derik arrogantly showed up with his arms around that model. "She's already carrying my child! Once my grandmother wakes up, I'm kicking you out of this hospital!" he yelled at me. Suddenly, the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop below freezing. Flanked by two rows of bodyguards, a terrifyingly powerful man strode out. Derik, who was acting so high and mighty a second ago, instantly turned pale. He shrank like a frightened mouse, trembling as he bowed his head: "U-Uncle..." My mind completely short-circuited, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. The dangerously lethal man I had fiercely kissed and stripped to bandage in that dirty restroom late that night... was actually Derik's most feared and revered billionaire uncle?!

Imagine this. Your husband carries another woman out of a burning building. He doesn't recognize you. You're just the doctor. You're nobody. Same night, you find out you're not nobody. You're a secret billionaire heiress. Your real family has been searching for you for twenty-five years. You sign the divorce papers. He thinks you'll come back. One week later, you show up to the biggest gala of the year. White dress. Diamond earrings. On the arm of a man richer, hotter, and ten times more powerful than your ex. Your ex-husband's face when he sees you? Priceless. His mistress's face when she gets escorted out by security? Even better. And the new man? He's been waiting for you his entire life. He doesn't play games. He doesn't have a mistress. He just looks at you like you're the only woman in the room. This is not a love story about a girl waiting for a boy to choose her. This is a love story about a girl who chose herself. And then got everything she ever deserved.

I woke up from surgery, reaching for my phone to tell my secret boyfriend of two years, NHL star Jared, that I was okay. Instead, a TMZ headline exploded across my screen: Jared was publicly engaged to my stepsister, Christy. The man who hid me in the shadows for two years to "protect his career" was now proudly showing her off to the world. When I called my mother for comfort, she just scoffed at my pain. "Jared needs a powerful family. What can you offer him besides an empty name?" She then blackmailed me with my late father's trust fund, forcing me to marry Jared's biggest rival, Beckham Waller, to secure a business deal. To make matters worse, Jared publicly denied we were ever together, and I later caught him and Christy naked, defiling my late father's bed. I had given Jared my heart and secretly built the core algorithms for his company's success. My own mother treated me like a worthless commodity to be sold, letting my stepsister steal my life. I couldn't understand how the people closest to me could be so heartless. But they made a fatal miscalculation. Marrying the untouchable Beckham Waller gave me the legal right to take back my inheritance. "Get out of my house!" I dumped a pitcher of ice water on the cheating couple, kicked my mother's family out of the estate, and calmly told my security team to burn the bed. My revenge had just begun.

Reborn at Gavin's fifth divorce demand, Emily saw him offer half his fortune to be free. She knew there'd be no sixth: he'd throw her into bed with his aphrodisiac-drugged rival Colton, brand her a cheat, take her assets, and murder her, calling it suicide. Colton would lose his reputation and chance to beat Gavin. Emily signed immediately-then married Colton. After the wedding, she was surprised to find the supposed womanizer was actually a lovesick husband who couldn't get enough of her. Later, Gavin knelt pleading in the pouring rain. On Colton's arm, she flashed her diamond ring. "Sorry, ex. I found better."

Adaline Hayes was just three minutes away from launching the biggest corporate summit of her career-the project that would finally pay for her critically ill brother's ICU bills. Instead of the presentation slides, the ballroom's fifty-foot display broadcasted a live security feed: her fiancé of eight years, Chandler, passionately kissing billionaire heiress Fallon Kirk on an office desk. The public humiliation was merciless. Blacklisted from every firm in New York and stripped of her career overnight, Adaline was pushed to the brink of ruin. To make matters worse, Chandler showed up at the hospital with a predatory ultimatum: "I'll pay your brother's medical bills permanently-if you agree to be my secret mistress." Adaline didn't cry. She hit record on her phone, slapped him across the face, and walked away into the freezing New York night. Heartbroken and reckless, she sought to burn her pain away in a dark alley bar. A drunken stranger in generic glasses demanded an "antidote"-and in a storm of defiance, Adaline gave in to a wild, scorching one-night stand. She thought she'd left a socially awkward academic behind in a luxury penthouse. Until the next morning, when the same man walked into her workplace with a black card and an ironclad contract: A seven-figure allowance. Unlimited medical authority to save her brother. In exchange for a fake marriage. What Adaline didn't know was that her eccentric "nerdy" husband was in fact Koryzen Case-the untouchable, reclusive titan behind a hundred-billion-dollar empire, a ruthless CEO known only as "The Tyrant." Chandler and Fallon thought they had ruined her. They have no idea that the woman they tried to put on her knees is now the absolute mistress of the empire that owns them.

Three years of secret marriage. A Stage 3 cancer diagnosis on our anniversary. And a $20 million firework show across Boston Harbor-for another woman. On the day I was told I was dying, I stood in the cold hospital lobby and watched the breaking news. Courtney Trevino-the ruthless NHL captain, billionaire heir, and the husband who hadn't looked at me in years-was wrapping his coat around his dazzling "soulmate," Blair, kissing her under a sky lit with her initials. He came home at 1:00 AM with red lipstick smeared on his collar. He didn't ask why I was awake. He just pinned me to the chair with cold, arrogant eyes: "It's your ovulation window. Lie down and do your job. You wanted to be Mrs. Trevino-now give my family an heir." When I refused, he ordered me to do the unthinkable: as his PR manager, I had to draft the official press release declaring him single-personally washing his mistress clean of homewrecker rumors. Everyone treated me like a pathetic, clingy nobody who trapped a god into marriage. Courtney smirked when I whispered the word divorce. "Stop throwing tantrums, Camille. You have nowhere else to go. You'll come crawling back." He was dead wrong. I left my wedding band on the counter, signed away every penny of his fortune, and walked out the door with a single suitcase. What Courtney and high society forgot was who I was before this toxic cage: the premier mind in aerospace biomechanics, the classified legend behind military combat drones, and an untouchable tech pioneer. The "genius" mistress he worshipped wasn't even fit to read my discarded drafts. I have months left to live. I won't waste another second begging for scraps of love. Courtney thought I was bluffing. Until he found the bloody medical reports in the trash, the divorce papers in his archive, and the entire world falling to its knees for the genius he threw away...

For four years, I played the part of the perfect, pathetic wife to my billionaire husband, Damian Nunez. Bleeding from a gunshot wound I took to secure a multi-billion-dollar deal for his company, I dragged myself to our penthouse, ready to finally end the charade.