Abandoned by Her Fiancé

The day my adoptive brother's lover falsely accused me of pushing her into the lake, I was kidnapped. It wasn't until the third day that I was finally rescued. Limping barefoot to the car, I saw Maxwell, the brother I had loved for eight years, roll down the window. He looked at me with a furrowed brow. "Esperanza, you're too disheveled. Sit in the car behind us." I caught a glimpse of his lover sitting beside him, and with a pale face, I got into the other car and was driven to the hospital for treatment. During my stay, I received a recording. Amidst the noisy background, someone asked Maxwell, "Maxwell, Esperanza is so fragile, aren't you worried she'll turn against you when she finds out you took so long to rescue her?" Maxwell laughed softly, his voice smooth and detached. "Those kidnappers were hired by me. They know their boundaries and won't harm her too much.

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I hobbled through the front door, only to be greeted by an agonizing yowl from a cat. My heart skipped a beat, and I stumbled into the living room. There, I saw Whiskers trapped in the jaws of a small dog. His tiny body convulsed violently.

"Get away!" I shouted, my eyes wide with horror.

I lunged forward, trying to rescue Whiskers, but ended up with several bites instead. In desperation, I grabbed a glass and hurled it at the dog's head. Startled, it dropped Whiskers and scampered away.

Quickly, I cradled Whiskers' limp body in my arms. His fur was soaked in bright red blood. He had stopped breathing, his eyes frozen in terror.

"Who let a dog in here?" I demanded, staring numbly at Whiskers' lifeless form. My right hand bore several deep punctures, yet I didn't feel the pain. Whiskers had been with us for ten years. Maxwell and I had found him one day while walking in the park. It was Maxwell who named him "Whiskers," saying he'd be part of the family. That if he ever wasn't around, Whiskers would keep me company. But now, Whiskers was gone.

“Hey! Lucky!” A panicked female voice echoed.

I looked up as Sariah hurriedly came down the stairs. The dog whined pitifully at her feet. She was in cozy slippers, her satin pajamas barely concealing the marks of affection.

"Is that your dog? Who allowed you to bring it in here? Don't you know Whiskers is terrified of dogs?" I raised my voice, my eyes fixed on Sariah as I demanded answers. Her eyes filled with tears.

And then Maxwell appeared, descending slowly from upstairs. "I told Sariah to bring Lucky," he said. His gaze fell upon Whiskers’ unblinking eyes and my bleeding wounds. Maxwell's brows knitted slightly. "I told them to lock Whiskers in a room."

My face went pale. Did he not know that Whiskers could open doors?

“I'm so sorry, Esperanza...” Sariah's voice made my head throb, and I couldn't help but shout.

"Sorry doesn't cut it! Can you bring Whiskers back to life?"

Sariah started to sob, tears pouring down her face as she clutched Maxwell's sleeve. "Maxwell, I never thought Lucky would... Esperanza, please don't be angry..."

Her pitiful face seemed to soften Maxwell. With a sigh, he wiped her tears away. "It's just a cat," he said. "Sariah didn't do it on purpose, and Lucky is just a dog. Don't blow this out of proportion."

The words caught in my throat. Just a cat. To Maxwell, I wasn’t as important as Sariah. And so, Whiskers' life was worth less than her dog's.

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For six years, my husband, Corbin, used his severe mysophobia as an excuse for why he could never touch me. I believed him, until I saw him tenderly caress another woman-his ex-girlfriend, Annis. When I was later left bleeding on the pavement after saving her life, he walked right past me to comfort her, his eyes filled with a fury I'd never seen. He didn't ask if I was okay. He didn't call for help. He just looked at me with disgust and said, "My priority is you," to her, before walking away. The final blow came when Annis smugly revealed the truth: Corbin only married me for my family's connections. He called our marriage a "contract." I wasn't his wife; I was a business deal. So, while he was distracted by Annis's "anxiety" in my hospital room, I had him sign a document he thought was a template for a friend. It was our divorce agreement. He's about to find out he's not just single-he's also broke. Because I just gave away every last cent of the fortune he gave me to win me back.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

Go to Hell, Ex! I Deserve Someone Better than You

7.4

Briony was devastated when her boyfriend proposed to her best friend in front of her. Not only was she betrayed, but she was also publicly humiliated. Five years later, she became popular after writing her heartbreaking love story into a novel. Her ex-boyfriend was offended. When he condemned her, she swore she would have nothing to do with him anymore. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Briony accidentally hit a child with her car, who turned out to be the son of Alexander, her ex-boyfriend! As punishment, she was forced to be his nanny until his cast arm healed. What would happen next? Could she endure the torture from the ex who secretly still wanted her?

Modern Romance

8.1

I Faked My Death to Escape My Husband's Cruelty

8.1

I stood frozen in the hallway, my hand clutching the doorframe for support as James's cruel words sliced through me like shards of glass. "Honestly, she's like a stray dog that won't leave," he said, his voice carrying clearly from our Manhattan penthouse living room. The sound of expensive crystal clinking followed, punctuated by deep masculine laughter. "Seven years of following me around with those sad eyes. It's pathetic." My lungs constricted. Seven years. Seven years of silent devotion, of enduring his coldness, his contempt. Seven years of sacrificing everything—my family, my dreams, my dignity—all to stay close to the heart beating in his chest. Ethan's heart. "Why don't you just divorce her?" asked one of his business associates, the question casual, as if discussing the weather.

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7.2

Reborn Matriarch: Shattering The Orphan's Mask

7.2

Christa discovered her adopted daughter Evelyn was sneaking around with a street thug named Dante. When she furiously confronted her, Evelyn squeezed out a few tears and played the tragic, abused orphan. "Mom is so cruel to me, I just want someone to love me," Evelyn cried to the men of the house, who instantly took her side. Christa didn't realize her anger only gave the girl the perfect victim card. Evelyn manipulated the family's guilt to drain their wealth and orchestrate a massive corporate fraud. When the authorities closed in, Evelyn let Christa's eldest daughter Julianna take the fall, sending her to federal prison. The Stephenson family went completely bankrupt. Christa's husband Grant, crushed by the betrayal and debt, jumped off a Manhattan skyscraper. Until her family was entirely destroyed, Christa couldn't understand. They had given the orphan a home, a trust fund, and endless love. Why did Evelyn treat them like easy marks? Why did she use their kindness as a weapon to tear them apart? Opening her eyes again, Christa saw the heavy velvet drapes letting in the pale morning light. She was back seven years ago, on the exact day she first caught Evelyn texting that thug. This time, Christa wouldn't scream or fight. She would cut off the money, drop the rules, and watch the parasite dig her own grave.

Fantasy Modern Romance

9.6

Renewed Vows in Crisis

9.6

The emerald dress Sterling bought me last Christmas clung to my curves as I sat alone at our favorite table, watching other couples clink glasses and whisper sweet nothings across candlelit tables. My fingers traced the stem of my wine glass, the vintage watch I'd spent weeks selecting for him wrapped neatly beside my plate. Five years. Five perfect years of marriage, and he'd promised tonight would be special. "He'll be here any minute," I whispered to myself, checking my phone again. No calls. No texts. The screen showed 9:47 PM—two hours and seventeen minutes past our reservation time. A waiter approached with practiced sympathy. "Mrs.

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9.5

The Alpha Who Betrayed His Pregnant Mate

9.5

Two months into my pregnancy, my health became so fragile that I had to leave my position in the pack to ensure the baby’s well-being. My mate, Alpha Waylon George, insisted that our arrangement to evenly split living expenses must continue, requiring me to cover half of the monthly groceries, around $400, even while pregnant. The next day, his ex-girlfriend, Kendra Parker, a Delta from a rival pack, flaunted on Instagram: “Celebrating six years with someone special who surprised me with a Louis Vuitton bag to brighten my day.” The ring in the photo was unmistakably Waylon’s. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. Kendra’s Louis Vuitton bag was like a dagger in my eyes. Six years, Louis Vuitton, and what had I gotten from Waylon in our three years as mates? I once jokingly told the Alpha that owning a Louis Vuitton bag would be a dream. He replied, “Gold digging isn’t attractive. We agreed on splitting expenses—you can’t expect to use my money for things like that.” Waylon walked in, his towering frame filling the doorway. His dark eyes flicked to my pale face, but he remained silent and headed to the closet to change.

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