After He Abandoned Me At The Altar For Her

On the day of their wedding, Chloe’s world shatters when her fiancé, billionaire Julian Thorne, deserts her at the altar to rescue his former flame. Left to face the public humiliation alone, Chloe decides to sever ties and rebuild her life from the wreckage. However, as she finds her footing, a regretful Julian resurfaces, desperate to reclaim her heart. Chloe must now choose between a painful past and a future free from his shadow.

Chapters

Chapter 1

I gave up my New York socialite status to live with my husband in a basement for seven years.

On our wedding day, he abandoned me to attend a christening party with Brooke and her son. While everyone laughed at my expense, he updated his Instagram feed with the caption: "Loving you brings joy to Mom and Dad." The photos showed him, Brooke, and their son looking like a perfect family.

I commented sarcastically, "Congrats. Permanently sealed." Armed with the DNA test results, I filed for divorce. But later, he showed up with red-rimmed eyes, kneeling before me, pleading for me not to leave.

Christian finally called after three days of complete silence. Before I could say anything, a woman's voice filled the line:

"Elianna, I'm truly sorry. I've been feeling down; the past couple of days marked the anniversary of my husband's death."

"Christian was so concerned about me that he missed the wedding."

"I’ve already talked to him about it."

"And the post was meant to comfort me; he has deleted it now, so please don't take offense."

The woman turned towards him:

"Christian, honestly, the wedding was a significant event; how could you leave like that?"

"We're adults now, let’s not behave like kids throwing tantrums, alright?"

"I could spoil you for a lifetime. Can Elianna do that?"

"Come on, let's set a date for a proper ceremony. I'm feeling much better now, so I can handle being on my own."

Her words were gentle but accusatory. I felt a wave of nausea and was about to speak when Christian interrupted:

"Brooke, if you send me back now, I truly won't return again!"

"Your mood has just improved a little; how could I leave you alone at such a time?"

His tone was something I had never heard before. In front of me, he was always the emperor, his words like commands.

Suppressing the bitterness inside, I said, "Christian, if Brooke needs you, there's no point in you coming back. I'll send you the divorce papers."

I was done listening to their flirtations and spoke directly.

"Elianna, when will you stop blowing things out of proportion? Isn’t it enough already? Threatening me with divorce?"

"Didn't you hear Brooke just now? She was grieving her husband’s anniversary!"

"Was it wrong for me to be there for her? Try to have some perspective."

"You're crossing the line!"

Christian raised his voice as soon as I mentioned divorce, flooding me with accusations.

I pressed my lips together, used to such outbursts.

"You're crossing the line!"

Christian often accused me of that. My care was seen as stifling his freedom; my cautious suggestions as holding him back.

In the past, those words would drive me to immediate self-reflection.

Was I really interfering too much?

I would then apologize, promising to grant him the freedom he desired.

But we were husband and wife, together for seven years.

Since when did caring become a restriction on his freedom?

"Christian, this time it's real."

This time, as I meticulously planned and eagerly awaited our wedding day, the groom walked away.

As he cuddled someone else’s child while their mother happily nestled beside him, I was worn out.

Perhaps sensing the chill in my voice, Christian hesitated slightly, softening his tone:

"Elianna, you're overthinking. Brooke was grieving; I was afraid she'd spiral, so I cheered her up."

"The wedding can happen anytime."

"This time, however you want it, it’s all up to you."

"And that Instagram post, I've deleted it. They were just photos, and I’m the child’s godfather, so taking a family picture was only natural."

"Elianna, why can’t you show some empathy?"

Brooke Black, Christian's childhood sweetheart and ideal crush, and his first love at sixteen.

Her insincere voice came through the phone:

"Elianna, it's all my fault. Christian only did it for me."

"If it helps ease your anger, I'm willing to suffer any punishment, even crawling to your house in apology."

Crawling in repentance? She really dared to say that.

I scoffed and replied:

"Go ahead, I’m not asking you to do both, just pick one!"

"If you want to apologize, do it quickly. The divorce papers will be ready this afternoon."

My words were met with silence on the other end.

Brooke had spoken thoughtlessly, never expecting me to take her up on it.

She stammered for a while, and Christian took over the phone:

"Elianna! Why are you acting so unreasonable? Brooke was just trying to calm things down, and you expect her to actually crawl in apology."

"Besides, if anyone should apologize, it's you. I'm not done with you about that reckless comment!"

"Do you realize how many people have contacted me and Brooke because of your comment? Brooke was already in a fragile state; you've made it worse!"

"And you have the nerve to bring up divorce? Fine! Let's divorce! Just don't regret it!"

He shouted, not waiting for my response, and abruptly hung up the call.

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Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Denied Divorce? The Donna Widows Herself

9.4

After Luigi Conti executes her foster father to save her from a slave auction, Isabella is eventually reunited with him following his prison release. Now the dominant Don of Sandalay, Luigi marries Isabella and grants her total authority over his empire. However, the discovery of two thousand photos of a young female assassin in his study suggests a betrayal. When Isabella demands a divorce, Luigi refuses, reminding her that in their world, the only way out of marriage is through death.

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7.2

After the divorce, I became the heartthrob of the handsome pilot.

7.2

Joyce, a prodigious inventor, never imagined she would be interested in anything beyond her research. That was until she met Zayne, a remarkably talented individual, at the research facility. She believed she had found true love and pursued him with all her heart, eventually achieving her dream. However, within a few years, Zayne encountered someone else who ignited his desire for a challenge-an elusive and captivating individual. Just as Joyce had once pursued him, he now pursued this new interest relentlessly, even at the cost of hurting her. After numerous betrayals and schemes, Joyce's heart finally broke. She decided to divorce and leave the research facility. Only then did Zayne realize he had been nothing more than a mere tool in someone else's game. Desperate to win her back, he discovered that Joyce had already found new happiness with someone else...

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

From Prison Cell To Billionaire's Target

7.8

The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend. I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken. As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut. My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath. I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart. How could the person I loved turn my life into a private slaughterhouse based on a lie? After three years of hell, I walked out of those prison gates with nothing but a scarred body and a hollow soul. The woman who loved Alfredo Hendrix died in that cell. Now, I’m back in the city where it all began, and I’m done hiding.

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8.9

In Contract With the Billionaire

8.9

Ellie Carter was already losing everything. Seven days from eviction. No money. No safety net. Life had been unraveling for so long that survival alone felt like the only plan she had. Until she collided with Todd Blackwood-a billionaire CEO who doesn't rescue anyone. He owns outcomes, not hearts. And yet, when fate threw her into his orbit, Ellie realized she had entered a battlefield where every choice mattered-and every misstep could cost far more than she ever imagined. What started as a contract became a war. Todd's dangerous ex-fiancée returned, armed with secrets designed to destroy them both, and the rules that were meant to protect Ellie turned into weapons against her. Survival alone was no longer enough. Ellie had to navigate power without losing herself, desire without surrendering, and trust without being destroyed. Todd had built an empire on precision and control, but Ellie challenged him in ways that were infuriating and exhilarating. She could not be manipulated, and he could not dictate the outcome. Their connection became a dangerous dance where love and strategy collided-and where falling for each other could be the deadliest move of all. As betrayal and temptation tested them, Ellie discovered that victory came not from submission, but from mastery. Every choice shifted alliances, every secret had consequences, and every move demanded courage. Todd was constant in ways few could be, and Ellie learned that strength could be shared without surrendering. In a world where power and love are weapons, Ellie must decide how far she will go to protect herself, her family, and the life she has fought to reclaim. When the dust settles, only one truth remains: nothing worth having is ever given-it must be earned, defended, and chosen.

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7.2

Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex

7.2

I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze. Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist. She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before. "This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late. I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me. Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air. I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.

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After He Abandoned Me At The Altar For Her

Chapter 1

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