After Sterilizing Me, He Adopted His Mistress' Child

The night before the wedding, I found out that Cason Marshall and his ex-girlfriend Audrey Castro had been in touch sporadically. Regardless of the distance, they always made time for each other when it was necessary. His friend Arlo asked him, "What's on your mind, man? You're about to marry Liliana, yet you're still involved with Audrey. If you weren't over her, why did you even break up?" Cason lit a cigarette, his voice rough, "With Audrey, it's purely physical. We don't connect on any other level. But with Liliana, it's the exact opposite." "Don't worry," he added with a sigh, "I've got it under control. It's just physical, no cuddling, no spending the night. It won't interfere with my marriage to Liliana." --- With just two days until the wedding, I was rushing around picking up packages. Today alone, I'd made five trips.

A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.

Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me. Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper. Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy. Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world. And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss. I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood. Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man. His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"

Lily Rose, a creative and independent artist who has faced numerous challenges in life, finds herself in a predicament where she is named the sole beneficiary of the vast empire of Richard Thompson, the great billionaire, who happens to be the only uncle to Alexander Thompson. Alexander Thompson had longed for the CEO position in his uncle's empire. He was both livid and dumbfounded when he found out his uncle had chosen an unfamiliar stranger over his own nephew. Driven by the desire to understand this unexpected decision, he embarks on a mission to find Lily. As they confront each other, intense emotions surface and they must face their true feelings. Will this task prove easy for them or will they find it impossible to overcome the barriers created by wealth and privilege?.

Since her father Dennis fell seriously ill, Christine had been at his bedside nearly every day, managing everything on her own. She had lost a great deal of weight, her already slender frame now looking frighteningly frail. Dennis watched her, heart aching. “Christine, I’m all right. You don’t have to be here every day. Why not spend more time with Scott at home?” At the mention of Scott, Christine’s hand—which had been peeling an apple—faltered. The knife pressed into the fleshy part of her thumb, and blood welled up instantly. She pulled her hand back, hiding it behind her, afraid her father would notice. Forcing a smile, she said, “Scott? Oh, he’s… swamped at work.” In truth, Scott hadn’t been home for a long time. The house stood empty now, holding only her—lonely, pitiable. She couldn’t understand why her newlywed husband, who had once doted on her, had turned so cold and distant. Was it her fault? Was she the problem? Those questions coiled around her heart during countless sleepless nights, squeezing the air from her lungs until she couldn’t breathe. Finally, one day, she gathered her courage and stopped Scott as he hurried out. “Scott, have I done something wrong?” She had shattered her pride to ask—only to be met with a furrowed brow. “Stop overthinking things.” Then he turned and left. He hadn’t returned since. Her father was gravely ill, and Scott hadn’t visited even once. To say it didn’t hurt would be a lie. In front of her father, she kept up a cheerful front. “Dad, don’t worry. Scott treats me very well. I’ll go get you more broth, all right?” Without waiting for a reply, she stood and hurried out. Clutching her still-bleeding thumb, she rushed to the bathroom and ran the cold water. The icy stream stung the wound. She squeezed the blood out as if punishing herself, the sharp pain making her gasp. It was the pain—and the helplessness—that sent the tears flowing uncontrollably. Christine leaned over the sink, then slowly slid to the floor, trying to steady herself. A long time later, she gently rubbed her swollen eyes and stood to leave. She had no one to rely on now. In the end, she still had to pick herself up. As she lifted her head, her eyes met those of someone entering the room. “Oh, Scott, I just twisted my ankle. Why the wheelchair? You’re making such a fuss,” a woman cooed to the man behind her. The man gazed at her affectionately. “Better safe. I’ll push you.” Christine couldn’t believe her eyes. The man was Scott—the one she thought of day and night. Her mouth opened slightly, but her voice came out hoarse, almost soundless. She wanted to ask who this woman was. After a long moment, she managed a dry whisper. “Scott…” Scott seemed to read her thoughts. “An old friend,” he replied flatly. She just said, “Oh,” not daring to press further. “Scott, my father is right here,” she tried instead, unable to let it go, her voice tinged with pleading. “Could you… go see him?” If only to keep up the pretense of a happy couple—to give her father a little peace. A flicker of displeasure crossed Scott’s face. The woman in the wheelchair paled, her fingers tightening around his wrist as she shook her head slowly. He patted her shoulder reassuringly, then turned a cold voice toward Christine. “I’m not a doctor. Seeing him won’t make him better.” With that, he pushed the wheelchair forward, not sparing her another glance. Christine didn’t understand. How had things come to this? She bit her lip hard, willing the tears not to fall again. But watching his resolute back retreat, the ache in her heart was undeniable. He could push a friend with a twisted ankle, but he wouldn’t visit his critically ill father-in-law. In the end, it meant he didn’t love her—his wife. With that thought, Christine turned and walked slowly away, her steps carrying her in the opposite direction. Scott couldn’t help but glance back. All he saw was her back, moving toward the light. She looked so thin, her face drained of color. He’d also noticed the wound on her hand, her swollen eyes. But then he remembered what Dennis had done. So whatever happened to Christine—she deserved it.

A night before her wedding, Daisy White walks into a room filled with white orchids, soft music, and the people she trusts most… only to hear the words that shatter her world. “Your stepsister is pregnant with your fiancé’s child. The wedding will still happen tomorrow, but Samantha will be the bride.” Seven months. That’s how long they laughed behind her back while she planned her future. Seven months of lies, betrayal and watching her build a life they were already stealing from her. By midnight, Daisy loses her fiancé, her family, and the future she thought belonged to her. Then at 1AM on her twenty-fifth birthday, a stranger sends her a message that changes everything: Your mother never left your father her company. She left it to you. Suddenly, the unwanted daughter they cast aside becomes the hidden owner of the billion-dollar empire her father took after her mother’s mysterious death. But as Daisy starts tearing her family’s perfect world apart, she uncovers a horrifying truth: Her mother was never supposed to die. The bride was replaced. The heir was erased. Now Daisy is coming back for everything they stole.