男朋友是京圈大少爷. 恋爱七年,他对我冷淡,人前人后,没人知道他女朋友的存在. 明知道我心心念念结婚,他却公然送了白月光一枚定制款的戒指. 两人热吻视频曝光,我才知道他爱一个人的时候也是那样难舍难分,热烈赤诚. 后来,他堵住了我,声音颤抖:"能不能不分手?孩子需要一个父亲,我们结婚吧." 我冷静地推开他. "晚了,你和孩子我都不要了."
男朋友是京圈大少爷. 恋爱七年,他对我冷淡,人前人后,没人知道他女朋友的存在. 明知道我心心念念结婚,他却公然送了白月光一枚定制款的戒指. 两人热吻视频曝光,我才知道他爱一个人的时候也是那样难舍难分,热烈赤诚. 后来,他堵住了我,声音颤抖:"能不能不分手?孩子需要一个父亲,我们结婚吧." 我冷静地推开他. "晚了,你和孩子我都不要了."
My boyfriend is a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles.
We've been in a relationship for seven years, yet he remains distant. In public and private, no one knows I exist as his girlfriend.
Despite knowing how much I yearn deeply for marriage, he openly gave a custom-made ring to his idealized first love.
When a video of them passionately kissing surfaced, I realized he could be so deeply and fervently in love with someone else.
Later, he cornered me, his voice trembling, "Can we not break up?
The child needs a father. Let's get married."
I calmly pushed him away.
"It's too late. I don't want either you or the child."
Just ten minutes before the video of Julian and Emilee's kiss went viral, I had requested a leave of absence.
The director looked at me helplessly, "Your career is on the rise, and the hospital intends to promote you to chief physician. Taking leave now..."
"If you insist on this, I'm afraid the opportunity will have to go to someone else."
I touched my abdomen and smiled, "Director, I'm pregnant."
After seven years with Julian, no one anticipated this child more than I did.
I once overheard him talking to a friend.
His voice had never been so gentle, "A child?
They're quite adorable. Having one wouldn't be bad."
For years, Julian was known for his impeccable reputation and moral integrity.
I sweetly thought it was time to marry and have children.
That night, I cautiously hugged his waist and softly asked, "We've been together for seven years. Can we start planning our wedding?"
He was silent for a long time, his eyes deep enough to hold the moonlight, before he lowered his head to silence my incessant chatter with a kiss.
That night, he was unusually persistent, not letting me go until dawn.
The next morning, he left for a business trip abroad.
This child was a gift from that night.
As I left the director's office with a smile, my phone buzzed with a message from my mom.
A short video clip.
In an underground parking lot, the headlights of a Maybach-a symbol of luxury-were on full blast.
Two entwined figures were elongated by the lights, tangled in an intimate embrace.
The woman wore a form-fitting black mermaid gown, a white mink coat precariously hanging from her elbow, her slender waist encircled by the man's arm clad in a deep blue suit.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Julian's job often required him to travel, and that deep blue suit was one I had personally ironed to perfection.
My mom's messages kept popping up: "Isn't that Julian? How can you not keep your man in check?"
"Your brother is about to get married and buy a house. Don't mess things up right before the finish line!"
I didn't reply, just shakily opened the video again.
The woman's face appeared clearly on the screen.
That exquisite, beautiful face clung to Julian, bearing a seven-part resemblance to mine, yet far more captivating and intense.
I stared for a long time until the phone screen went dark, reflecting a pale, bloodless face.
Suddenly, I realized-I was probably just a stand-in.
My relationship with Julian was an accident.
Seven years ago, I was just a fresh graduate, a novice.
On my way to an internship, I accidentally saved Zoie, Julian's mother.
She was profusely grateful, but when she saw my face, she paused, then cryptically mentioned that I had a connection with her son.
To thank me for saving her, she invited me to dinner.
That evening, Julian arrived late.
Upon meeting me, he hugged my waist with reddened eyes, his hot palm gripping my wrist, his voice trembling, "I really like you. Please don't leave. Stay with me."
I hastily pulled away, looking at Zoie in surprise, only to see her smiling with pursed lips.
"Yvonne, Julian has a good impression of you."
The next morning, Julian stood outside my apartment with a bouquet of lilies.
I remember clearly, he wore a dark brown coat and gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes sharp and deep beneath the lenses.
But when he saw me, they softened, and he smiled.
"Yvonne, I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
I was tempted.
In front of me was a perfect opportunity to escape my original family, one that was hard to refuse.
I was born into a family that traditionally favors boys over girls, with a younger brother who was a constant drain.
My mom threatened to kick me out if I didn't hand over my salary for her to manage.
I had no better option.
So, even though his affection came so abruptly, I agreed.
We lived like polite strangers for half a year. He was a gentleman, never overstepping boundaries.
Until that day, I softened and went home for my mom's birthday. After a drink, I felt dizzy and feverish.
My mom cheerfully brought an older man to my room.
"This is my daughter, Yvonne, an honors graduate from a prestigious university, working as a doctor in a prestigious tertiary hospital in the city."
"Having a smart son in the future is worth the twenty thousand."
It was Julian who appeared out of nowhere, wrapping me in his suit jacket with concern, resolving everything for me.
How could I not fall for him?
Unfortunately, it wasn't until this moment that I understood.
The so-called supposed love at first sight was a lie.
Saving me from danger was merely because he couldn't bear to see someone with the face of his beloved being bullied.
That was all.
Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. My parents stood over my unrecognizable body in the marsh, complaining that I hadn't returned their calls. To my father, the lead detective, and my mother, the Chief Medical Examiner, I was just another "Jane Doe" who made bad life choices. While I watched as a ghost, my mother scoffed at the silver bracelet on my wrist-the one I made for her-calling it "tacky street trash." They spent the morning dissecting my injuries, all while praising my adopted sister, Hope, and grumbling about how I was "acting out" by missing her violin recital. They called me irresponsible and ungrateful, unaware that I had been kidnapped and murdered as revenge for one of my father's old cases. I screamed silently as they dismissed my death as the result of a "rebellious lifestyle." The insults only stopped when they found the waterproof capsule in my stomach. My father' s hands trembled as he read the note inside: "An eye for an eye, Detective Hood." Then, my mother saw the scar on my flank-the unmistakable mark of the kidney donation I had given to their perfect daughter.
Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. I lay dying on a hospital gurney, my internal organs crushed from shielding my sister during the crash. Yet, my parents were down the hall, cooing over Estrella' s minor scratches while ignoring my fading pulse. "She' s faking it for attention," my father spat. "She' ll regret this stunt when she gets home." When the nurse frantically told them I was gone, my mother didn't shed a tear. She laughed. "Nice try," she sneered at the nurse. "Tell Carolina to stop playing dead. It' s pathetic." My spirit watched helplessly as they turned my funeral into a performance, painting me as the "difficult" child who finally ruined their lives. I thought my suffering was over, but then a violent pull dragged me back from the void. I opened my eyes in a stranger's body-Claire Tillman, a billionaire heiress betrayed by her fiancé. Now armed with a new face and unlimited resources, I realized I had a second chance. I wasn't just going to survive; I was going to destroy the fiancé who wronged Claire, and then I was coming for the family that let me die.
For seven years, I was his property. The lover and most trusted operative of Damian Benjamin, Veridian City' s ruthless kingpin. I took bullets for him, balanced his bloody books, and foolishly mistook his possessiveness for love. Then, he ordered me to seduce his rival, Earl Reid. It was all a cruel scheme to win the heart of another woman. I followed his orders, luring Earl into a hotel suite at a gala, only for Damian to burst in with the press. He publicly shamed me, leaving me naked and exposed as his true love called me trash. My seven-year devotion was shattered by the man I thought was my savior. But as the camera flashes blinded me, Earl Reid, the man I was sent to destroy, shielded my body from the world. He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and made an announcement that sealed my fate. "We're getting married."
My soul floated above the cold asphalt, watching my own naked body lying lifelessly on the street. I was 30, a successful architect, but all I heard were whispers of judgment-that I' d thrown my life away for Olivia. Everyone knew she never loved me, that she was always with Daniel. To die like this, discarded and forgotten, was nothing short of a pathetic waste. Then, a strange, swirling pain, and I woke up not dead, but screaming, my left hand wrapped in a bloody rag. A finger was freshly severed. Before me, tied to a chair, was Daniel. And holding a bloody knife, cold and impatient, stood Olivia. My mind reeled: this was ten years ago, the very day my life began its downward spiral. The kidnapping, the torture, the moment Olivia chose Daniel over me, leaving me for dead. The memory of my actual death, the whispers of strangers judging my wasted life, burned clearer than any past pain. I watched her look at Daniel, her choice already made in her eyes, just like before. I was nothing to her. I had always been nothing. The desperate love, the years of pining-it all turned to ashes. Why was I back? Why was I forced to relive this cruel charade, knowing the tragic end it led to? The injustice, the utter pointlessness of my devotion, fueled a cold, hard fury I' d never known. This time, something inside me snapped. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I' d escape. I' d use every shred of memory I had from the future I' d just left, every bitter lesson learned, to break free and forge a life entirely my own, a life where Olivia had no place.
The world snapped back into focus with a single doorbell chime. It was Debra Fowler, standing on my porch, a clipboard in her trembling hands, her face a mask of grief. My best friend, Molly, stood in my kitchen, a bright, helpful smile on her face. This scene was hauntingly familiar. I knew this exact moment. I remembered the cold dread that followed, the fall down the porch stairs, the cracking sound as my head hit the concrete. The memory was so vivid it felt like watching a movie of my own death. Molly had smiled as she helped set the trap that killed me. She wanted me dead. She wanted my house, my inheritance, and Matthew, Debra' s charismatic, cheating husband. They had a simple, brutal plan: frame me for weakening Caleb, use his death to turn the neighborhood against me, then get rid of me. In the first timeline, it worked perfectly. But I was back. This time, I knew everything.
My eyes shot open in "The Daily Grind," our favorite coffee shop, the bitter taste of espresso echoing a nightmare I couldn't shake. Across from me, my boyfriend, Ethan, scrolled on his phone seemingly oblivious, while the barista, Sabrina Chavez, zeroed in on my new work laptop. Her sweet voice dripped with poison as she commented on my "corporate" success, hinting at how Ethan "worked so hard" and how "nice" it must be to afford luxuries. But her words weren't sweet to me; they were a chilling echo of a vivid nightmare, a terrifying memory of betrayal, public humiliation, and ultimately, absolute despair. In that fading dream, this very conversation was the first domino in an avalanche that buried my career, my reputation, and eventually, my life, ending with a handful of pills. I watched her, a chilling certainty settling in my bones: Sabrina, the "sweet small-town girl," wanted Ethan, but more, she wanted my life, and she saw me as nothing but an obstacle. The memory of the nightmare became horrifyingly clear: a spilled coffee, a piercing gun, a Hepatitis C diagnosis, my life in ruins, ending tragically. But this time, I wasn't just remembering; I was reliving the day it all began, and in this horrifying déjà vu, one thing was crystal clear. This time, I would not be the victim.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"
Since she was ten, Noreen had been by Caiden's side, watching him rise from a young boy into a respected CEO. After two years of marriage, though, his visits home grew rare. Gossip among the wealthy said he despised her. Even his beloved mocked her hopes, and his circle treated her with scorn. People forgot about her decade of loyalty. She clung to memories and became a figure of ridicule, worn out from trying. They thought he'd won his freedom, but he dropped to his knees and begged, "Noreen, you're the only one I love." Leaving behind the divorce papers, she walked away.
My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?
"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."
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