He Faked Broke, Now He Is

After Jack Prescott claims his family is bankrupt, his girlfriend sacrifices everything to support him. She works grueling hours selling street food for three years, earning permanent scars just to save his family home. However, the truth is far darker. Jack is actually a billionaire who faked his downfall to manipulate her. When she overhears him mocking her loyalty to his wealthy friends, she realizes her love was treated as a game. Now, the debt of his deception must be paid.

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Back at the crappy rental we'd shared for three years, I packed in a daze.

My hands shook as I opened the closet—stretched-out tees, grease-stained and straight from the dollar bin.

His so-called "gifts" sat on the nightstand: plastic clips and chipped bracelets, all cheap junk.

I used to think he was just broke. Thought he was trying.

God, I was pathetic.

I cracked open a drawer. Our photos stared back—me grinning like an idiot, him barely faking interest.

The "home" I'd poured my heart into? Just a kennel he threw me in.

The clothes I bought him, the late-night meals I made—just punchlines for his dumb bar stories.

I shut the door one last time, and that greasy fryer smell in the stairwell hit me like a slap. My burn scars started to sting.

All that love I gave? Might as well have tossed it to a stray.

By the time I dragged myself back to the skewer joint, night had already fallen.

I shoved the door open.

Some guy lounged in the corner, legs crossed, that smug look already crawling across his face.

"Boss finally shows," he drawled, eyes greasy as they raked over me. "Thought I'd rot waiting."

One word and I knew—it was Jack's buddy. The one who laughed at me.

Swallowing the disgust, I tied on my apron. "What do you want?"

"Twenty spicy sausage skewers," he said, licking his lips. "You know what they say—spicy food's great for stamina. Real helpful for... nighttime cardio."

The fryer sizzled as I flipped the sausages, numb.

He leaned in, breath hot against my cheek. "Wanna guess why I picked sausage?"

I clenched the tongs, jaw tight.

He dropped his voice, grinning like a creep. "Nights like these take endurance... and I've got plans."

"Your spicy sausage is ready. Want it to-go?" I said, voice cool.

"What's the rush?" He reached for my face. "Heard you've got great hands. Came to taste something... else."

I grabbed his filthy hand and plunged it straight into the boiling oil.

"Aaagh—!!" He screamed like a stuck pig, yanking back, blisters already bubbling.

"You psycho?!" he roared, lunging at me.

The door flew open.

Jack stormed in, face like thunder. "Bella, what the heck are you doing?"

"He touched me first," I said, ice-cold.

Jack sneered, looming over me. "He was just joking, and you pull this crap?"

"Joking?" I locked eyes with him. "Want me to repeat what your buddy actually said?"

His face darkened. "Apologize."

I bit my lip, silent.

He grabbed my arm, fingers digging in. "I said get on your knees and apologize."

Then he kicked my leg out—sent me crashing to the floor.

But I looked up, calm. Smiling. "Can I just pay for it?"

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After discovering her husband’s cruel infidelity and the dark lies that defined their marriage, a resilient woman chooses to walk away from the life she knew. Her journey toward healing takes a turn when she crosses paths with a powerful, reclusive billionaire who offers her a chance at true redemption. As she navigates this high-stakes world, she must decide if she can trust again or if the scars of her past will prevent her from finding love.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

After My Fiancé's Betrayal, I Became His Worst Nightmare

9.8

Betrayed by her fiancé on the eve of their wedding, a woman’s world shatters when she discovers his cruel deception. Instead of retreating in silence, she orchestrates a cold, calculated plan to dismantle his life and reputation. As she rises from the ashes of her heartbreak, she transforms into a formidable force he never expected. In this high-stakes game of billionaire power, she ensures her former love faces the ultimate price for his lies.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Ashes in Hand, Divorce in Tow

8.8

During a corporate dinner, the atmosphere turns competitive when the team pressures the top employees to call their significant others. Peggy Madoff, the runner-up to the lead position, eagerly dials CEO Gerard Busch on speakerphone. To the shock of the protagonist, her husband Gerard responds with affection and asks the group to care for Peggy. While the office celebrates the apparent couple, the protagonist hides her identity as Gerard’s wife, drinking in silence as her marriage shatters.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

Erased After My Husband Stood Me Up

8.5

After sacrificing a billion-dollar deal for a marriage promise, a woman is abandoned at the registry by her CEO boyfriend. While he claims his absence was due to his first love's sudden amnesia, a social media post reveals their secret wedding. Unbeknownst to him, his betrayal triggered a failure in her secret mission system. With her LitRPG task deemed unsuccessful, she now has only seven days remaining before she is permanently erased from the world.

Billionaire Fantasy LitRPG Modern Romance

8.5

My Husband Traded My Mother’s Life for His Mistress

8.5

On her wedding anniversary, Su Nian’s world collapses when her husband, Lu Jingyan, chooses to save his mistress over Su Nian’s ailing mother. This cold-blooded betrayal leads to a tragic death, shattering Su Nian’s devotion. Consumed by grief and a thirst for justice, she abandons her role as a submissive wife. Now, she is determined to make Lu Jingyan and his lover pay for their cruelty, turning her profound sorrow into a calculated quest for revenge.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Reborn Heiress: The CEO's Revenge Bride

7.2

I lay in the hospital bed, every breath feeling like I was inhaling wet concrete. My husband, Trent, stood by the window, more interested in his reflection in the glass than his dying wife. My sister, Cristi, sat nearby, complaining about how the rain would ruin her expensive shoes on the way to the car. Trent walked to my bedside and brushed a finger against my oxygen tube. "The liver failure is aggressive," he whispered. "But we expected that, didn't we? After all those 'vitamins' you've been taking." I tried to scream, but my vocal cords were paralyzed. Cristi just giggled, telling me not to struggle because they needed my trust fund voting power by midnight. They held up a Do Not Resuscitate order and told me my hand had "signed" it with a little help. "You were a depreciating asset, Cleora," Trent said, his lips cold against my forehead. "Now, you're finally liquidated." As the darkness swallowed me, I saw flashes of my life—my mother’s suspicious car crash, my stolen sketchbooks, and the bitter almond taste in my morning juice. I died in a state of pure, helpless rage, realizing I had been murdered by the only people I ever loved. How could they be so heartless? How could I have been so blind to the monsters living in my own home? Then came the sensation of falling. I sat up with a gasp, my lungs burning with fresh, salty air. The hospital was gone. I was in a luxury stateroom on our family’s charity cruise, three years before my death. I was alive, healthy, and back at the beginning. When a blood-stained billionaire named Clemente Pennington walked out of the suite's bathroom, I didn't run. I looked him in the eye and realized that this time, I wouldn't be the one liquidated. I was going to make them pay for every drop of poison they ever fed me.

Billionaire Modern Romance

He Faked Broke, Now He Is

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