He Saved His Sister and Left Me to Die

On their wedding anniversary, a devastating explosion traps Evelyn and her husband's sister under the debris. Given a harrowing choice, Harrison rescues his sister first, leaving Evelyn to perish in the flames. Miraculously surviving the inferno, Evelyn awakens with a shattered heart and a resolve to sever their ties. As she pursues a cold divorce, Harrison's regret grows, but his desperate attempts to earn forgiveness may be too late to mend the bond he broke.

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Chapter 3

The first delivery arrived at my hotel room at precisely 8 AM.

"Ms. Duncan?" The concierge's voice came through the phone. "There's a floral arrangement for you at the front desk."

I frowned, confused. "I didn't order any flowers."

"They're from Mr. Alexander," he explained. "He's arranged for them to be delivered to your suite."

My stomach twisted. "Send them back."

"Ma'am, there are seventeen arrangements. The entire lobby is filled with them."

I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temple. "Just... leave them there."

By noon, the hotel manager called again. "Ms. Duncan, Mr. Alexander has requested to purchase the restaurant for this evening. He's offering to compensate all guests who have reservations."

"This is ridiculous," I snapped. "Tell him I won't be there."

But Jack didn't give up. My phone rang every thirty minutes. Each time, I declined the call, but he left increasingly desperate voicemails.

"Rebecca, please," his voice cracked on the fifth message. "Just one dinner. Like we used to do at Canlis. Remember how you loved the salmon?"

I deleted the message without listening to the rest.

"He's losing it," Naya observed, watching me from the edge of the bed. "This isn't normal behavior."

"No," I agreed, my hand unconsciously moving to my chest. "It's not."

By the third day, Jack had escalated to sending hourly text messages with photos of places we'd visited together—the waterfront park where he'd first kissed me, the art gallery where we'd spent rainy Sunday afternoons, the mountain overlook where he'd proposed.

*We were happy once*, one message read. *We can be again.*

I blocked his number.

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"Jack's been acting strange lately," Kennedy's voice drifted from her luxurious penthouse as she spoke on the phone. "Yes, more erratic than usual."

She paced across the marble floor, her silk robe flowing behind her. On the coffee table lay Jack's phone—which she'd "borrowed" earlier that morning.

"I'm telling you, Marcus, something's wrong. He's making huge withdrawals from the accounts."

She paused, listening to her caller. "No, not for business. Something personal."

Kennedy's perfectly manicured nails tapped against the phone as she opened Jack's messages. Her eyes narrowed as she scrolled through the exchanges.

"Rebecca Duncan," she whispered, the name like poison on her tongue.

She switched to Jack's call log, finding numerous calls to the same hotel. With practiced ease, she hacked into the hotel's reservation system.

"Ms. Rebecca Spencer," she read aloud. "Room 1724."

A slow, calculated smile spread across Kennedy's face. "Marcus, I think I know what's going on."

She ended the call and immediately began drafting a new plan. Seven years ago, she'd destroyed Rebecca Duncan's life with careful precision. She could do it again.

"Time to welcome you back properly," Kennedy murmured, typing furiously on her laptop.

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"Naya, do you think this looks okay?" I held up a navy dress, studying it in the boutique's mirror.

"It's perfect," she assured me. "Quinn will love it."

The boutique was one of Seattle's most exclusive, with private fitting rooms and personalized service. Naya had insisted on this shopping trip—a way to distract me from Jack's obsessive behavior.

"Maybe I should try something more conservative," I suggested, eyeing another dress.

"Rebecca Duncan."

The voice froze me in place. Kennedy Alexander stood in the doorway, immaculate in a white designer suit, her blonde hair styled in perfect waves.

"Hello, Kennedy," I managed, my voice steadier than I felt.

She stepped into the boutique, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Shopping for your new husband? How... quaint."

Naya moved protectively closer to me. "We don't want any trouble."

"Trouble?" Kennedy's laugh was brittle. "I'm just here to shop. Unless you're afraid of a little competition?"

Before I could respond, she turned to the boutique assistant. "I'll take that dress she's holding. And the one she was looking at earlier."

The assistant hesitated, glancing between us.

"My credit card has no limit," Kennedy added sweetly.

I set the dress down carefully. "We were just leaving."

"No!" Kennedy's voice rose dramatically. "Don't run away! Not when we have so much to discuss!"

Other shoppers turned to stare as Kennedy's voice carried through the boutique.

"Tell them, Rebecca," she demanded, pointing at the growing audience. "Tell them how you abandoned Jack when he needed you most."

My chest tightened, the familiar pressure building behind my artificial heart.

"Tell them how you left him broken and alone while you ran off to marry someone else!"

Naya grabbed my arm. "Rebecca, don't engage."

But Kennedy was already pulling out her phone, showing a photo of herself and Jack to anyone who would look.

"See? He chose me in the end. Always chooses me." Her smile was venomous. "Your little marriage? Just a pathetic attempt to replace what you threw away."

The boutique had fallen silent, all eyes on us.

"Your husband probably doesn't even know what you really are," Kennedy continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Does he know about your... condition?"

My fingers moved instinctively to my chest.

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Years ago, he made a promise he never kept. Now, he's a cold, ruthless billionaire she only sees on TV. For Elara Vance, the past is a painful memory overshadowed by her father's mountain of debt and the fight to keep her little brother alive. Just when she is at her lowest point, a message from her childhood friend, Alessandro Conti, offers a glimmer of hope. But the man who shows up isn't the boy she remembers. He offers a cold, emotionless contract: a one-year marriage of convenience in exchange for a fortune that will save her family. Bound by paper and circumstance, Elara enters Alessandro's world of power and lies. He doesn't remember the vow he made, but soon, his calculated plans crumble under the weight of an unscripted love. When a single moment of betrayal tears them apart, a new, even more devastating truth remains hidden, and Alessandro must lose everything to find the truth and the woman he never stopped loving.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge

8.3

I was the "crazy girl" my family sent to a survivalist commune in Utah to rot. Four years later, I returned to Manhattan with a titanium USB drive and a heart full of ice, ready to blackmail the one man who could burn my family to the ground. But I underestimated how much they hated me. My fiancé, Preston, was already laundering money through my inheritance and sleeping with my replacement. He didn't even flinch when I showed him the evidence of his crimes. Instead, he grabbed me by the shoulders, smashed my phone, and shoved me out of his moving Lincoln into a midnight storm. I hit the wet pavement hard, my knees scraping against the asphalt as I watched him drive away, laughing about how I was a "dirt-poor exile" that nobody wanted. Within minutes, my credit cards were flagged as stolen and my father’s lawyers were drafting a statement calling me mentally unstable. I was left shivering in a puddle of oily sludge, wearing a ruined Chanel suit, with no money, no home, and no one to hear me scream. I couldn't understand how they could be so cruel. I was their flesh and blood, yet they treated me like a broken toy to be discarded in the trash. I was a "distressed asset" in a city that only valued gold. That’s when a black armored SUV pulled to the curb. King Wagner—the ruthless shark of Wall Street and Preston’s own uncle—looked at my muddy face with cold, calculating eyes. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a leash. "You belong to me now," he whispered, pulling me into the dry warmth of his car. By the next morning, he had announced our engagement to the world, turning me into the very weapon that would slit my family's throat.

Action Modern Mystery

8.0

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns

8.0

On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table. Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen. "Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over." I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward. Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant. She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest. As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me. He hugged her. "It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you." The betrayal didn't stop there. When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police. When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations. He declined the call. He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife. That was the moment the chain broke. As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come. I opened the door and jumped into the dark. Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement. Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one.

Action Modern Romance

9.6

If you and I cannot escape the sea of sin

9.6

For five years, Lu Jingshen’s search for Tang Yin remained fruitless. When he finally locates her, he is stunned to find she has completely forgotten their past together. Despite her memory loss, Lu Jingshen is determined to reclaim her, weaving a web of obsession and control. He plans to trap her within his reach, ensuring she can never flee again. In this high-stakes game of pursuit, he will do whatever it takes to make her stay by his side forever.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

One Dollar For Pity: The Surgeon Returns

9.7

For three years, I played the role of a devoted, naive wife to billionaire Conrad Whitney. I hid my true identity and foolishly believed in our fairy tale. Then he handed me a harsh divorce agreement, ordering me to sign and walk away with absolutely nothing. He was leaving me to marry Cindy, the fragile woman he claimed had saved him from a fire. He expected me to cry and beg. Instead, he watched coldly as Cindy and her family illegally transferred my father's trust fund. When I confronted them at the hospital, Conrad shielded her, calling me a greedy, toxic viper. He mocked me, completely blind to the fact that Cindy was a fraud. He truly believed I was just a pathetic, useless housewife who would be utterly destroyed without his money and status. I looked at the man I had actually dragged out of that burning debris with my own soot-covered hands. My trauma, my sacrifices, and my love had all been reduced to a joke by his sheer arrogance and a few fake tears from a manipulative liar. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, drugged his wine, and left a crumpled one-dollar bill on his unconscious chest with a sticky note mocking his terrible service. Then, I picked up my encrypted phone. It was time for the world's top surgeon, Dr. Hades, to return, and for Conrad to finally see the god he had just thrown away.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Rediscovering Chess Love

9.5

In the competitive world of elite youth chess, a former prodigy finds herself drifting away from the board that once defined her life. When a chance encounter with a passionate and unconventional rival reignites her competitive spark, she must navigate the pressures of high-stakes tournaments and the complexities of first love. As they trade moves on and off the board, she learns that winning isn't everything when her heart is finally at stake.

Modern Romance Young Adult

He Saved His Sister and Left Me to Die

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