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Ruthless Redemption: The Rise of Amelia
701.0K·Annypen/OdionAmelia Carter dedicated twenty years of her life to her husband, Richard, building his success while raising their three children. She sacrificed her dreams, her career, and her youth, only to be discarded like yesterday’s trash. On their anniversary, Richard introduced his secretary as the love of his life. Worse, their children sided with him, mocking her before she was thrown out of the home she had built. For eight months, Amelia disappeared. But she didn’t crumble. She rebuilt herself from the ground up, sharpening her mind, regaining her confidence, and forging a new identity, one that no longer lived in anyone’s shadow. Now, she returns as Amelia Vaughn, the formidable CEO of a global empire. And fate has handed her the perfect weapon: Richard’s failing company, desperate for an investor. When her ex-husband and ungrateful children kneel before her, begging for mercy, she only has one answer. Revenge. This time, Amelia isn’t here to forgive. She’s here to make them suffer.
My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
639.0K·Lana CarrShe loved him for ten years. In order to marry him, she left everything behind. Getting married for one year, he asked her for divorce because of his first love. To keep the dignity, she agreed and said: "After divorce, we don't meet each other anymore." He replied: "Don't regret!" However, when the marriage ended, she did it. Years after, when she came back with a man, he begged:"Honey, go home with me!"
I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
409.0K·prefer_not_to_sayIn the aftermath of a wild company dinner, she—intoxicated and misguided—found herself in her boss's room... Whispers of his cold indifference to romance and his ruthless decisiveness were legendary, painting a grim fate for any woman who dared entangle with him. ... In one month: the sight of a positive pregnancy test sends her mind racing to one thought—she must run, now or never! As she makes a break for freedom, he's hot on her heels, turning her flight into a captivating chase where her wings are no match for his resolve!
His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
123.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
7.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
Never Betray the Mafia Donna
2.0K·AnswerOn my birthday, my Mafia husband left me and our daughter to cook a full Italian dinner at his lieutenant's apartment. In a video on social media, Vincent was tenderly placing food on Lena's plate, murmuring promises in a low voice. "Lena, from now on, I'll spend every birthday with you. I won't let you be alone." My daughter, Ella, was in low spirits, her eyes brimming with tears. I clenched my phone, gathered her in my arms, and walked out the door. When I showed up at Lena's apartment, Vincent frowned with irritation. "Didn't I tell you I wasn't coming home tonight?" "Why can't you and the kid just stay at the house? What are you doing here?" I didn't answer. I just asked, calmly: "Vincent. Tonight—are you choosing me and Ella, or are you choosing your lieutenant?" "Choose us, and you come home with me." I paused, then swept a cold glance at Lena. "Choose her, and we're getting a divorce."
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
10.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time
10.0K·Christina J.SCharlene Ross, a woman whose marriage to Thorne Henderson is marked by distance and neglect. On her birthday, Charlene returns to Goldland, hoping to spend time with her husband and daughter, Jasmine. However, she is met with indifference and discovers that Thorne is preoccupied with another woman, Vesta Hawkins.
My Reincarnated Wife Is A Little Too Sweet
255.0K·DeeAmanda Jackson is the daughter of a rich tycoon. She is framed by her stepsister on her engagement day, and she ends up in prison. An accident happens and Amanda dies, instead of finding herself in hell, she finds herself in her bedroom when she opens her eyes. It was the same day she was sent to prison. She thanks God for giving her another life and embarks on her journey to take revenge on those who made her suffer in her past life.
After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
560.0K·Isabella HunterTen years of marriage! She thought she had married the best man in the world. However, the man killed her and stole all her money. After reborn, she returned to 22 years old and become a billionaire. She will revenge!
Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth
1.0M·Olivia MarshBefore rebirth, she was betrayed by the love rats. They harmed her mother, defiled her name, and plotted her wealth...... When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the weak and deceitful girl. She had to revenge on the love rats!!
No Roses Left to Burn
28.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
After my husband drugged me, I was impregnated by another man
11·guotongMy husband had a vasectomy five years ago, yet I was pregnant. We both believed it was a miracle from above—until I heard my mother-in-law's voice: "Don't drag this out. Getting her pregnant was enough. Whether she gives birth doesn't matter." Selena responded, "The cord blood is best extracted at eight months. That's when the activity is highest." My husband murmured in agreement, "Right. Once she's a bit weaker, after the surgery, Leo's leukemia will be cured." My world collapsed in that moment. I never imagined they would use my child to save another child. But they didn't know that there was a reason I hadn't had children all these years. Then I heard Adrian say, "Actually, I'm not even sure if she's carrying my child. After all, that night, my brother slept with her too..." That confirmed it—this child, I couldn't keep. And them? I would never let them get away with it.
Dead Heart, Free Wolf
163·-On the night of my Alpha mate's thirty-fifth birthday, I spent six hours preparing a candlelit dinner—only to find him on his mistress's Instagram story. The most powerful Alpha on the West Coast was dancing cheek-to-cheek with her. She'd rented out an entire jazz club, captioned: "Celebrating the Alpha's big day ?" I liked the post and commented: "Great party. Would be perfect if someone remembered his Luna's been waiting all night." Three seconds later, the story vanished. He called, growling: "It was a joke, Sera! Stop being so damn sensitive!" Her silvery laugh echoed in the background. The old me would have whimpered. Would have bared my throat. Would have forgiven. But not this time. When betrayal becomes this blatant, a dead heart is actually a kind of liberation. Alpha Kael Blackwood could rule every territory on the West Coast—but he had already lost his mate. Forever.
The Alpha's Forgotten Mate
1.0K·-For three years, I was Kieran Blackwood's dirty little secret. I kept waiting for his mark. What I got instead was a push notification—my mate announcing his bonding ceremony with his childhood sweetheart. When I confronted him, he said she was nothing but a contract. Said she meant nothing to him. Said I was the one he loved. But love without a mark is just a lie wrapped in silk sheets. They called me crazy. Obsessed. The ex who couldn't let go. The truth is, the second I saw that photo, it was already over. I just needed the whole world to see who the real liar was—and then I walked away.
The Alpha’s Betrayal Was the End of Us
345·-The night before our bonding ceremony, the most feared Alpha in the Great Lakes region told me he'd fallen in love with a woman who wasn't his fated mate. I forced him to choose. He chose me—or at least, that's what I believed. But for an entire year, he whispered her name in his sleep. He crashed her wedding and carried her out in front of everyone. And when I lay in that hospital losing his child, I called him fifty times. He picked up once. On the other end, I heard her breathy little moans. Later, I discovered our bonding ceremony had been forged. The mate bond had never taken hold. The "aurora trip" he'd promised was a ruse—designed to ship me off while he completed the real soul-bond with her. So I made my own choice. I kept the embryo. I scheduled a very special delivery. The moment he and his new mate walked out of the ceremonial grounds, my gift would arrive right on time. By the time he opened it, I'd be thirty thousand feet in the air. It took him three months to find me. He knelt in the rain in Florence, begging me to come back. But some bonds, once severed, can never be reforged.
The Don's Decoy Wife Vanished
2.0K·patThe night my father went into cardiac arrest, I called again and again—and my husband, the Godfather who ruled the entire underworld, didn’t answer once. The man who swore he would love me forever was in London, holding my best friend in his arms. I didn’t say a word. I only ended the child in my womb—for good. He thought I would always be his shield. He didn’t know shields can vanish— and when I’m gone, that’s when the bullets will truly hit him.
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
11.0K·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
His Mafia Vow: Ashes of a Broken Wife
501·-Three years after remarrying Damian Voss, I watched him drape a blood-red ruby necklace around another woman's throat in the VIP suite of Elysium — the same necklace he'd flown to Paris to bid on, four days before our anniversary. He didn't know I was standing twelve feet away, half-hidden behind a velvet curtain, with a camera in my hand and divorce papers already drafted in my lawyer's inbox. He didn't know the woman smiling beneath those rubies had once sold lap dances for two hundred dollars a pop at a club on the south side — or that every shy glance, every reluctant whisper, every I'm not that kind of girl she'd ever fed him was rehearsed to perfection. He didn't know that this time, I wouldn't scream. I wouldn't throw a glass. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of watching me bleed. I would simply leave. And I would take everything with me on the way out.
The Alpha's Abandoned Wife Vanished with Her Daughter
1.0K·-On the seventy-third night my Alpha mate went to her bed, she got pregnant. Seven years ago, on the night of the lunar eclipse, I dragged him out of a pool of blood. He said: "I owe you my life." Seven years later,his mother announced before the entire pack—my six-year-old daughter, Willow, no longer deserved to call him “Daddy.” On my daughter’s birthday, he tricked us into coming to his engagement ceremony. She let go of my hand, ran forward, and called out “Daddy.” He shoved her to the ground in front of everyone. I watched her stand up by herself, brush the dust off her dress, and give an awkward little curtsey:“I’m sorry, Alpha Thorne. I was out of line.” In that moment, my daughter's heart died. Mine had died long ago. walked out that door with a smile, holding my daughter in my arms, and glanced at the plane tickets I had booked seven days earlier. But this time, Willow and I would never look back.
