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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I shot up, yanked a wad of cash from my bag, and slapped it straight into Jack's face. "Ten grand. That cover the hospital bill?"

The bills fluttered to the floor. Jack froze. "Bella, you—"

I chucked another stack. "Another ten. That enough to shut your creep friend up?"

Then came more—stack after stack.

Jack's buddy just stood there, clutching his scorched hand, stunned.

Jack's face shifted. "Are you insane? Fine, don't apologize, but this—this is overkill..."

"Overkill?" My voice cracked, burning with rage. "You lied to me for three years, Jack. Used me like an ATM. Made me a punchline. And THIS is what's too much?"

Jack frowned. "What are you even talking about?"

"The call," I said, eyes locked on his. "I heard everything you and your buddy said."

His face went rigid.

"Faking bankruptcy was a blast, huh?" I dumped the rest of the cash from my bag. "Watching me burn myself every night just to save money—you must've felt like a king."

The bills scattered like confetti. Jack finally started to panic. "Bella, let me explain—"

"Explain what?" I snapped. "How you two schemed to scam me into buying that house? Or the part where you were gonna plant fake old tenants?"

Jack went pale. Like dead-body pale. He hadn't seen that coming.

He reached out. "That was just drunk talk..."

I snatched up my papers and flagged down a cab.

"Bella, please, I can explain," Jack said, voice cracking—his cocky act gone.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Three years of playing me like a game?"

He grabbed my wrist, tone shifting. "I really did love you."

His eyes flickered, searching. "But we're from different worlds. Marriage? That was never real. But I can give you money—whatever you want."

I yanked my hand free. "I want my mother's ring."

Just a simple silver band. Her only keepsake.

Meant for someone who actually loved me.

Jack? He didn't come close.

He scoffed. "What's so special about that cheap thing? I'll buy you diamonds, gold—"

"Save it. I just want the ring. Give it back. And let's never see each other again. You make me sick."

Annoyance flared in his eyes. "You're being ridiculous."

He yanked the ring off his finger. "All this over a piece of junk?"

Then he tossed it.

The ring spun through the air and vanished into the dark canal with a soft plunk.

I didn't hesitate. Climbed over the railing and jumped.

The freezing water swallowed me whole as I clawed through the murky bottom, desperate.

Then—

A woman in designer heels strolled up, stopping right at the edge. A smirk tugged at her lips as she watched me flail.

"So THIS is the one you were talking about..." she said, not bothering to finish. Her look said everything.

Jack heard her laugh. His face twisted.

Without warning, he jumped in, splashing dirty water everywhere.

"Bella! Get out of there!" he yelled, grabbing my arm.

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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

Chapter 3

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