Frozen Promises

Allison Palmer had just wrapped up her world tour when the media announced her pregnancy. Paparazzi snapped photos of her husband Braydon Saunders heading to the hospital for a prenatal checkup with some mysterious woman. Everyone assumed that woman was Allison. After all, Braydon's love for her was common knowledge. The heir to Eldoria's elite circle had pursued this figure skater for three full years. He remained chaste and showed unwavering devotion until he finally married her. No one could imagine such deep affection leading to infidelity. But Allison knew better than anyone that she was not pregnant at all. She figured it was just fake news and brushed it off as she headed to the Saunders residence for the planned dinner. Right outside the door, she overheard Braydon's voice. "I already had someone pull the trending topic. We can't let Allison get suspicious." His mother, Madison Saunders, just gave a cold laugh. "It might be good if she finds out. She's too focused on her career to have kids. Plenty of women would step up to carry on the Saunders line." "Mom, Allison is the only one in my heart. Kathleen and I was just a mistake. Once the baby is born, we'll cut ties completely. Please stop meddling."

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Allison's long-awaited farewell performance fell through in the end.

She suffered a car crash and landed in the hospital.

She picked up multiple soft tissue bruises, a broken right leg, and a mild concussion. She lay in bed unable to move.

When she woke, she found Braydon seated by her bed. Worry etched his face.

"Allison, you finally came to." He gripped her hand tight. His eyes rimmed red. "You have no idea how I dragged through these past two days."

Allison pulled her hand free. She asked softly. "Who hit me? Did they catch him?"

Braydon's face turned awkward in a flash.

Just then, Madison pushed through the door. She carried a bowl of soup and cut in with a beaming smile. "Allison, I meant to tell you about that. The young guy who hit you just got his license. His family struggles too. It truly was no accident on purpose. We signed the forgiveness letter for you already."

As she spoke, she lifted the spoon to Allison's lips. "Here, sip some soup to build your strength."

Allison spotted the oil slick on the surface and bone bits at the bowl's bottom. She knew at once this came from someone else's leftovers.

Likely the tonic soup meant for that pregnant woman.

Rage and hurt flooded her chest in an instant. Yet right now she could barely roll over. She dared not push back hard.

She turned her head away. She said lightly. "I am tired. I want to be alone."

Madison kept her fake smile plastered on. "Fine. Rest up. We will go now."

Braydon lingered reluctant. Madison dragged him out of the room by force though.

Before the door shut, Allison caught Madison's murmur. "She did not die anyway. What is there to fuss over?"

Those words stabbed like a knife into her heart. Even her ribs ached with it.

She itched to leave Eldoria. The farther from the Saunders family, the better.

Three days later, she managed to stand on one foot. She dialed that number. "Mr. Fuller, I want to head to Norland to recover. Can you set it up?"

A low chuckle came from the other end. "I waited for those words, my figure skating queen."

She hung up just as Braydon walked in. "Allison, does it still hurt?"

He leaned down. He reached to stroke her hair. His tone brimmed with ache. "Do not worry. I called in the top orthopedic specialist. You will heal good as new."

Allison looked into his teary eyes. She felt only bitter irony.

He kept saying he loved her, pitied her.

Yet last night, pain jolted her awake in the dark. She overheard him on the balcony phone with Kathleen.

That very call revealed the driver who hit her went by Cade Murphy. Kathleen's own brother.

The Saunders rushed to sign forgiveness because they feared jail time for Cade would disrupt Kathleen's pregnancy.

What chilled her most came when Braydon soothed the phone line tender. "Allison just took a minor hit. Nothing serious. You focus on resting now. Do not dwell."

He knew better than anyone what a leg meant to a figure skater.

In his words though, it turned to a mere scratch.

Nausea welled up strong.

Allison turned her head. She dodged his touch.

"Can you leave?" Her face stayed distant cold. "I do not want to see you."

Braydon's hand dangled awkward in the air. He stared at her stunned. "Allison, did you find out something?"

Before he finished, Madison barged in uninvited. Her smile stayed fixed. "Braydon, a relative landed in the hospital too. Upstairs. Come with me to check on them. Do not slack on manners."

Allison sneered inside.

What relative. Just a rush to visit the bearer of their prized grandson.

Her face paled. She shut her eyes. She looked away from them.

Braydon hesitated a beat. In the end he murmured yeah and trailed Madison from the room.

Soon after he left, a helicopter touched down on the hospital roof pad.

Allison sat in a wheelchair. Bodyguards escorted her aboard.

Out the window, city lights faded one by one.

She whispered in her mind. "Goodbye, Braydon."

His betrayal, his drifting, his wounds all turned to yesterday.

From now on, Allison answered only to herself.

This farewell would not slip quiet though.

She ruffled her long hair wild. She smeared lipstick across her cheek in fake blood streaks. Then she raised her phone slow. She hit record.

Amid the engine roar, she cracked a broken smile at the lens.

This divorce gift suited Braydon well.

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8.2

Betrayed on Wedding Day

8.2

On her wedding day, a bride’s world shatters when she discovers her husband’s treacherous betrayal. This celebration of love instantly transforms into a web of deceit, forcing her to confront a painful reality she never expected. As she navigates the fallout of his lies, she uncovers dark secrets hidden beneath their relationship. Driven by a need for the truth, she must untangle a dangerous mystery to reclaim her life and find justice.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret

8.8

I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir. He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw. I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files. She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage. At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot. Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain? Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

From Prison To My Billionaire's Embrace

9.6

On the anniversary of my mother's death, I found my husband in our bed with my best friend. The betrayal shattered me, just as a similar affair had driven my mother to suicide years before. Consumed by a blinding rage, I exposed their secrets to the world and destroyed her career. My vengeance was swift and brutal, but it was I who ended up behind bars for a year and a half. They watched as I was dragged away, their faces a mask of disgust. They built a life on the ruins of mine, while I was left with nothing but the four walls of a prison cell. But in that desolate place, my anger finally burned out, replaced by a quiet resolve to rebuild. Five years later, I walked out a new woman. I had found peace, a new family, and a love I never thought possible. I thought the past was buried, until I ran into him again. He looked at my simple dress with pity, offering me money and a ride home, completely unaware that the man waiting for me there could buy and sell him a thousand times over.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Marrying His Rival: The Jilted Wife's Sweet Revenge

8.6

"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option." I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs. I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world. "Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution." For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love. Standing in that hallway, I realized he was actually shopping for spare parts. "She is your wife, Ethan," Ben argued weakly. "You can't just harvest her like a crop." "She became my wife because she was useful," Ethan replied, his indifference cutting deeper than any scalpel. "Now, she can be useful for this." The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The nausea I’d been feeling wasn't stress. I was pregnant. And those "vitamins" he fed me every morning? They weren't supplements. They were poisons designed to ensure I remained a viable donor. He was killing his own child to save his mistress. To him, I wasn't a partner. I was livestock. An asset to be liquidated for parts. I didn't burst into the room. I didn't scream. I walked away in silence, my hand hovering over my stomach. He wanted my kidney? He wanted to carve me up? I decided right then. I wouldn't just leave. I would terminate the pregnancy, fake my death, and burn his entire world to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

My Fiancé Faked His Kidnapping to Break Me

9.2

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Modern Mystery Romance

Frozen Promises

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