His Unseen Queen

I spent two years as "Sparrow" in "Chronicles of Eldoria," a quiet, analytical Loremaster, meticulously perfecting my skills and hiding my striking real-life beauty behind a plain avatar. My loyalty to Lex "Lionheart" Miller' s guild, The Crimson Vanguard, was absolute. But when a major server-wide tournament was announced, Lex, obsessed with "visibility," brought in Starfire, a flashy streamer known for her perfected looks. I was publicly demoted, my spot given to her. Then, for daring to question it, I was falsely accused of stealing guild resources and slandered across the server, with Lex himself endorsing a bounty on my head. He didn't even recognize me when I served him coffee in real life, his dismissal in-game mirroring his utterly indifferent gaze. My safe haven, the one place where my talent truly mattered, became a public arena for my humiliation. Two years of silent dedication, every strategic insight, every hard-earned contribution-all discarded because I wasn't "flashy" enough. How could he, who once relied on my genius, betray me so completely, and then act as if I was "never important"? But their cruelty ignited an ice-cold fury. I deleted Sparrow, created a new identity, and decided it was time not just for Eldoria, but for Lex, and the entire gaming world, to see what the "plain, mousy" Sparrow truly looked like. The game was on.

Sarah Miller and Ethan Vanderbilt were a unit, nearly a decade strong, their love a rebellion against his old-money East Coast family, especially his disapproving mother. Then, a devastating crash left Ethan with amnesia, his life clinging by a thread, desperately needing a rare bone marrow transplant – a perfect match Sarah bravely provided. But when she awoke, weak yet hopeful, she found Ethan by the side of Ashley Davenport, a 'friend' always coveting him, who now claimed she was his fiancée and his savior. Ethan, his eyes empty of recognition, looked right through Sarah as his mother, Eleanor, coldly dismissed her as an 'unstable fan,' allowing her to stay only as a tormented household servant. Every day, Sarah endured Ashley' s taunts, Tiffany' s cruelty, and Ethan' s chilling indifference, watching her life, her love, erased before her eyes. The man who once whispered 'You're my angel' now lashed out with contempt, accusing her of theft, of trying to harm the woman who stole her place. The systematic destruction of their shared memories, coupled with Ethan' s utter lack of recall, fueled an agonizing despair: how could he forget their entire life, his love for her, the sacrifice she made? Finally, unjustly accused of theft and violent outbursts by the deceptive duo, Sarah was brutally cast out of the mansion, broken and alone, with nowhere left to turn. Yet, just when all hope seemed lost, a quiet act of kindness from an unexpected source offered a glimmer of light and a chance at a new beginning, far from the Vanderbilt' s cruel facade.

My engagement party was just one night away. A celebration of big money, big families, and my upcoming marriage to Izzy Hayes. But first, a "surprise" at a remote pump house, arranged by Izzy and my supposed brother, Liam. When I arrived, there was no Izzy, no Liam, just shadows. Then came the blows. Blinding, searing pain, and the sickening crunch of my Achilles tendons. I woke up in a hospital, weak and blind, my legs burning with infection. Through a medicated haze, I heard my own mother, Eleanor, casually discussing amputating my legs. "Do what you must," she said, her voice devoid of warmth. "He won't be needing to carry on the Vance name anyway." She and Liam were plotting, gloating about securing the Vance empire, about how I, her own son, would no longer be a problem. The cold certainty hit me: this barbaric attack, my disfigurement, it was their doing. My home wasn't a homecoming; it was a death trap. Rage, pure and cold, flooded me. Then I learned my kind father, Marcus, who secretly saved Eleanor's life with his kidney, was now being tortured at Victor Sterling' s "wellness retreat." Drugged and slowly dying from organ rejection, all part of their larger conspiracy. They stripped me of everything, but they underestimated my will to fight. Feigning unconsciousness, I fumbled for my hidden burner phone. This was just the beginning.

My eighth wedding anniversary. The house felt as cold as the lilies Michael' s assistant sent, a bouquet chosen by the woman he spent more time with than me. He was on another "business trip" with Chloe. When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, distant. "I want a divorce, Michael. " He just hung up. What truly broke me wasn't the flowers, but his chilling indifference when I confessed my miscarriage, alone, the night he' d chosen Chloe' s manufactured crisis over me. He simply dismissed my grief, then refused to sign the papers. He then tried to lure me back by faking our son Leo' s illness, trapping me at his family's Hamptons estate. There, his ice-blooded mother, sneering sister, and Chloe ganged up, publicly questioning my stability. "If you can't behave, you can eat in the kitchen," Michael snarled, treating me like hired help. Years of quiet endurance, of shrinking myself to fit his world, shattered. How could the man who once swore "forever" become this stranger, this monster who actively conspired to humiliate me? My disgust was absolute. But the old Sarah was gone. I snatched my wine glass, looked his smug sister straight on, and slowly, deliberately, poured the entire contents over her pristine dress. "You disgust me," I declared, tossing the divorce papers at Michael. I walked out, finally free.

My father and older brother, gone in a blink, left me, Ethan Miller, the last man standing and sole heir to a sprawling Texas ranch empire. The funeral dust hadn't even settled, but the vultures were already circling. My uncle, Robert, saw opportunity where I felt grief, while Governor Sterling delivered an ultimatum: secure my inheritance, or lose it to endless family disputes-by marrying within a year. Then, my ex-girlfriend, Brittany Carter, reappeared, her sympathy dripping with a sweetness that soured my stomach. I' d foolishly held onto a flicker of hope for her, even after she' d left when my prospects weren't "shiny enough." But all my illusions shattered when I overheard her and my cousin, Dylan, plotting. "He' s a wreck, completely clueless," I heard Britt sneer, her voice devoid of remorse. "He' s just a means to an end. Once he' s got full control, and I' ve wrapped him around my little finger, this ranch will practically be ours." My childhood rescuer, the girl I thought cared, was a calculating viper, mocking my grief, planning to carve up my legacy. The words hit me like a physical blow. The crushing weight of fresh profound grief twisted into something colder, sharper: pure, unadulterated anger. How could I have been so blind, so stupid? How could the people closest to me betray me so utterly, so cruelly? They clearly thought I was just a soft, grieving fool easily manipulated. But if they thought they could pick me clean, they were about to learn a harsh lesson. A fire ignited within me, burning off the sorrow. It was time to activate an old pact, one that would bring an unexpected woman into my life, and change everything the vultures thought they knew.

Anya, a devoted Shepherd, awoke on the damp earth of the Solstice Retreat, the familiar scent of pine filling her lungs. It should have been a serene morning, filled with ancient rituals and quiet reverence, just like all the years before. But then the memories crashed in-the screams, the blood, Brother Micah, their beloved Luminary, twisting into a monstrous destroyer. Her own Spirit Core, once vibrant, shattered by his hand, plunging her into the cold, silent despair of the Abyssal Void. She had lived it: betrayed by those she trusted, sacrificed by Micah in his warped pursuit of power, and left for dead in a cosmic emptiness. The Vale, her home, reduced to ashes, its people annihilated, all because she hadn't seen the truth until it was too late. Now, she was back, breathing, under the same canopy where the nightmare began. The relief was dizzying, but it was poisoned by the crushing weight of her foreknowledge. Micah, serene and false, was out there, preparing to shatter their world. How could anyone be so thoroughly, perfectly deceived? But this time, she wouldn' t run, she wouldn' t scream, and she certainly wouldn' t be a naive lamb. Anya had been given an impossible second chance, a terrifying rebirth. She would tear down the deception piece by piece, starting now, before the end could ever begin again.

Scarlett was left betrayed and broken beyond repair when her best friend Megan set her up with the male escort who stole her virginity...Or at least, that's what she thought he was. There was something odd about the strong and strikingly beautiful man that she spent a night with. Despite the pure hatred she felt for him, the deals he ended up offering wasn't one she could refuse. Scarlett always thought she'd marry her soulmate but turns out, that won't be the case for her. But could her mysterious husband make his way through her broken heart and fix it? It's hard to imagine but love has funny ways to manifest in places where it's least expected....

Forced out of a mental hospital by her family, Nicole was made to marry Aidan-reputed to be disabled-in her sister's place. The public ridiculed their union: a so-called lunatic and a cripple. What they didn't know was that Nicole had a sharp mind, countless talents, and secret identities. High society sneered at her unruly behavior, but Aidan always took her side. "My wife is too fragile to hurt anyone," he'd say. But soon- "Sir, your wife destroyed someone's house!" "Let her." "Sir, your wife ran away!" He arrived at the airport with two adorable kids in tow, pleading, "Sweetheart, come back. You can punish me however you want." Nicole froze. Wait-where did these two adorable little troublemakers come from?

After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!

My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away. After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future. Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me. I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call. "Total genius move," he boasted to friends. His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding. Heartbroken, I feigned belief. I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies. He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency. After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first. He even tried to cut me off financially. How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster? His betrayal poisoned every memory. I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty. His audacity left me reeling. But I wouldn’t be his victim. Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed. I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter. I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

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."