Drama

My pre-wedding party was in full swing.

 

Yet, the center of attention wasn't me, but Julian's childhood sweetheart, Blair. She had just announced she was auctioning off her "first kiss."

 

My fiancé, Julian, bought that kiss without a second thought.

 

Amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd, they locked lips. They looked like the perfect match, made in heaven.

 

In that moment, I didn't c...

On our third wedding anniversary, I cooked an entire table of dishes, every single one his favorite. I waited until late at night. What I got in return was a strange woman’s perfume clinging to him, and his growing impatience with me.
When his first love, Lily, called, his voice softened in a way I had never heard before.
He hung up and turned to leave, saying he was going to pick her up.
I handed...

Lena was once the child everyone protected. Then one accident turned her into the villain of her own family. When her sister’s celebration leaves her alone, poisoned, and accused again, Lena makes a quiet decision: ten days, ten marks, and she will disappear before they ever realize what they lost.

Fresh off the operating table after barely surviving a miscarriage, I received a $50,000 bill—every cent spent on a waterbed and aphrodisiac aromatherapy on a yacht.
 
I called my husband, the only other person who knew about that account.

Over the phone, he sounded gentle yet aggrieved: "Honey, how could I afford a luxury yacht? It must be a banking error. You just lost our baby; please rest wel...

My boyfriend successfully proposed with a spectacular drone light show.
The whole city erupted in celebration: “Mr. and Mrs. Hansen—finally, a couple united!”
Yet, nestled in his arms was none other than his secretary.
The "Mrs. Hansen" everyone speaks of is now nothing more than a forgotten memory, buried beneath the earth.

"Sorry, boss's strict orders. No one is to disturb the top floor tonight."
The bodyguards blocked my way, their guns aimed right at me. I was Dante's wife, standing there holding the soup I'd made for his stomach, yet I was being treated like a trespasser.
I ignored them and forced my way in anyway. Through the crack in the door, I saw everything perfectly clear. Dante didn't draw his gun on the w...

My husband locked our fouryearold son in a 20°C wine cellar for his mistress. Our boy froze to death.
Lawyers silenced me. I was cast aside.
Three years later, I returned.
At a glittering New York gala, I tore apart every lie Liam and Mia had built. Liam begged for my forgiveness—but I had a solid anchor by my side, and I would never forgive him.

I saved my lover,
at the cost of losing my legs.
Yet on the eve of our wedding,
I found my fiancé complaining in a group chat with his friends.
He thought I was using my lifesaving deed to morally blackmail him into marrying me.
His friends in the group took his side, offering advice and expressing indignation on his behalf.
As I watched him agree to the suggestion of eloping,
my heart was shatter...

I died the day before my brother Beckett’s state equestrian qualifiers.

Just because Beckett had mistakenly taken sedatives and fallen into a coma, my mother firmly believed that I—a worthless, sickly burden—had deliberately poisoned him out of jealousy to ruin her perfect son's future.

Ignoring my fatal immunodeficiency, knowing that even a microscopic trace of wasp venom would kill me, she dra...

For five years, I had turned Preston Tanner from a broke kid who could barely afford tuition into one of Silicon Valley's hottest young founders.
I thought we would do exactly what we had promised back in that garage—take our AI healthcare startup public, ring the opening bell together, and get married.
Until today.
At the product launch that would determine whether we landed our Series A, Preston...

The ticket scanner came back blank against the guest list, and the staff waved me off to the side. Jasper slapped his forehead and swore. "Damn it, I must have punched in Chloe's information by accident when I bought these VIP tickets." He turned to me, suddenly dead serious. "Well, the good news is she's a fan too. I should just go grab her — no way am I letting these seats go to waste."

I ended...

For three years, I hid my identity as the heir to the Vanderbilt fortune and played the role of a broke scholarship student—all for love.
I ate cheap sandwiches to protect his ego. I gave up my scholarship. I did everything to make him feel like my equal.
But the only thing I got in return was betrayal.
My roommate stole my mother's one-of-a-kind vintage gown—worth fifty million dollars—and my boy...

My husband's childhood sweetheart lost her entry for the competition,
so he gave mine to her.
It was I who saved him all those years ago,
and that's why he married me.
But he turned his back on me right after our wedding.
I've been childhood sweetheart all these years.
But this time,
I suddenly feel like this marriage has lost all its meaning.
After handing in the transfer request I had prepared l...

I built Vanguard from the ground up. When I returned, I found my founder title stolen by my ex-boyfriend and his new lover. They tossed millions of dollars at me to walk away and threatened to ruin my career. But they underestimated me. I never said my father was a nobody. Since they love preying on the vulnerable, I am ready to fight to the very end.

I paid for every gift my “best friend” gave Ethan. I let her write every text I sent him. I thought she was helping me win him.
Then, on our senior trip to Miami, he took her hand in front of everyone and told me to stop embarrassing myself.
The watch on his wrist? I paid for it. My sketches, my designs? She took those too.
They thought I’d stay quiet and keep funding their perfect little love sto...

"Without her designs, none of this would have happened." My husband raised his glass to me in front of everyone.
Eight years of marriage. Five years building this company from a moldy basement. I thought we'd finally made it—until that night, when his mistress's messages lit up his iPad: "You hurt me on the couch last night." "You promised to marry me and let me move into your villa. I can't wait ...

On our wedding day, Declan sent me out to Long Island. We'd been together seven years.

He said he'd left his grandmother's lucky cufflinks at the family house.

But when my car died in the storm, I opened my bridesmaid's Instagram live.

Declan was sliding my custom diamond ring onto Phoebe's finger—my adopted sister, the one with the bad heart.

My own parents were crying in the front row. My br...

Three weeks after my son's death, I found the blood-stained cloth doll meant to "ward off disaster" with his name stitched on it.

Right there, in the hands of my husband's mistress, who was giggling as she idly toyed with it.
 
"The psychic said my life force was too weak to keep the baby, and that I needed a substitute to take the curse."
 
"I only sewed Leo's name into the doll. I never imagine...

The housekeeper’s daughter just locked me out of my own Bentley.

"Bob, drive," Ella Brooks—the school's untouchable Queen Bee—ordered my chauffeur. She leaned into her boyfriend, Ryan Harrington, shooting me a look of fake pity. "My family already pays her tuition. Charity cases don't get free rides."

A bunch of kids nearby laughed, always eager to kiss up to the fake heiress. Ryan glared at me ...

My three-year-old son died of medical neglect that never should have happened.

My husband let his mistress replace my son's real treatment with some unproven remedy. Then he forged a psychiatric evaluation, took away my custody, and threw me out of my own home.

On the day we buried my son, I got a video call from three years in the past.

The man from three years ago couldn't wait to be a father...