He Wanted a Doll, I Became a Legend
After three years together, the man who had once promised to marry me, Babur Caldwell, threw me out the moment he got into Redmont University.
"Valeria, a pretty little fool who only knows how to dress up, how could you ever be worthy of someone like me, a future elite of Gilded Row?"
Later, when I, Valerie Quinn, became the Financial Queen admired by thousands, he knelt in front of me, sobbing, begging for another chance.
Holding the bouquet Kearney Smith had sent me, I answered in the same tone he had once used. "Sorry, Babur, someone as short-sighted as you isn't worthy of an elite like me."
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Chapter 1
After three years together, the man who had once promised to marry me, Babur Caldwell, threw me out the moment he got into Redmont University.
"Valeria, a pretty little fool who only knows how to dress up, how could you ever be worthy of someone like me, a future elite of Gilded Row?"
Later, when I, Valerie Quinn, became the Financial Queen admired by thousands, he knelt in front of me, sobbing, begging for another chance.
Holding the bouquet Kearney Smith had sent me, I answered in the same tone he had once used.
"Sorry, Babur, someone as short-sighted as you isn't worthy of an elite like me."
......
On the fifth anniversary of our relationship, Babur suddenly sent me a photo of a diamond ring.
I was overjoyed and immediately shared the news with my friend.
"Oh my God, Babur just bought a ring! He has to be planning to propose! He used to say he wouldn't get married until he secured an offer from Redmont University, and now he couldn't even wait to buy a ring. He must not want to keep me waiting any longer."
My friend's expression turned strange.
She fell silent for a moment before speaking softly.
"Valeria, you didn't know? Babur already got into Redmont University. He invited us to his celebration party last night, and yesterday he also said..."
"Really? He got into Redmont?"
I nearly jumped, shaking her shoulders in excitement.
"That's amazing! He must be planning to surprise me! I'd better get ready!"
I could already picture him dropping to one knee and proposing to me.
But there was no trace of blessing on her face. After a long pause, she finally asked, "Valeria, are you sure Babur is going to marry you?"
"Of course." I answered without hesitation. "Babur loves me more than anyone in the world. After we graduated, he couldn't bear to see me struggle. He never let me work."
Thinking back on the years we had shared, I couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips.
"Three years ago, at our graduation party, when he asked me to move in with him, he told me he would love me, take care of me, and protect me for the rest of his life."
My friend's expression grew even stranger, as if she had something on her mind.
But when I pressed her, she simply shook her head.
"It's nothing, Valeria. Weren't we going to buy a gift?"
We headed to the nearby mall together.
I was a regular there. I used to come almost every month to buy new accessories.
The sales associate knew me well. When she saw me, she gave me a teasing wink.
"Valeria, your boyfriend really spoils you. An hour ago, he bought a diamond ring next door. Looks like wedding bells are coming."
Thinking of the ring Babur had sent me, I couldn't help smiling.
"Yeah. It's our anniversary today, so I thought I'd get him something too."
After browsing for a long time, I finally chose a watch.
It matched the color of the necklace he had once given me. I was sure he would love it.
I could already imagine him wearing it with a tailored suit, confident and accomplished.
I swiped the card with practiced ease and picked up the box to leave.
The sales associate caught my wrist, her expression awkward.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Quinn, but your card has been frozen. The payment didn't go through."
"What?"
My first instinct was that the machine had made a mistake.
This was the supplementary card Babur had given me. After we moved in together, he told me I didn't need to work. He would take care of me.
He had placed the card in my hand himself. For the past few years, every expense of mine had come from it.
He said the card represented his love for me. How could it possibly be frozen?
Only after she confirmed it truly wouldn't work did I take out my phone and call Babur, only to realize I had been blocked.
I stood there, stunned.
The sales associate gently took the watch back from my hands, her tone no longer as warm as before.
"Ms. Quinn, maybe you should talk to Mr. Caldwell before making this purchase. I've heard Mr. Caldwell has been spending a lot of time with Professor Smith's daughter lately. Ms. Quinn, I have to say this. If you two have broken up, you shouldn't keep using your ex-boyfriend's card."
"That's impossible!" I shot back loudly. "Babur loves me more than anyone! Everyone knows that!"
I was shouting, but my friend gripped my hand, looking at me with pity.
People around us began to stare.
Their scrutinizing, contemptuous looks burned my skin.
As if I really were some shameless woman living off an ex-boyfriend's card.
But just that morning, Babur and I had woken up in the same bed.
I couldn't bear it anymore. I turned and ran.
Behind me, I could hear whispers rising, but my mind held only one thought, find Babur.
I went back to the home we shared.
Before I even stepped inside, I saw the candlelit dinner prepared through the window.
It was romantic, just like every anniversary before.
My mood lifted. It had to be a misunderstanding.
How could I doubt my own boyfriend because of what others said?
But when I opened the door, I was met with Babur's impatient face.
He shoved a large suitcase into my hands and pointed at several bags on the floor.
"Valeria. Take your things and get out of my house."
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7.3
I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox.
Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost.
I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest.
"She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team."
If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure.
So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.
8.4
I was the Lycan King's political wife, universally despised as a "wolfless Omega" freak.
When my husband, Kingsley, was poisoned with a lethal dose of silver at a pack gala, I disguised my scent and risked everything to drag him to safety.
But instead of recognizing his mate, he threw me to the wolves. He spent weeks tearing the city apart to find his "mysterious savior," while treating me like a sickening disease.
"Stay out of my sight. You reek of sickness."
He spat those words at me, completely blind to the fact that the scent he hated was the bleach I used to hide my tracks. Meanwhile, my abusive family publicly humiliated me, auctioning off my mother's grave to my worst enemy while Kingsley just watched in disgust.
I endured his icy glares and their venomous insults in silence. They all thought I was just a pathetic, empty shell they could crush. They didn't know I was "The Zero"—the phantom hacker currently bleeding their financial empires dry.
At the grand auction, I finally dropped the act. I wiped out my enemy's fortune with a single keystroke, bought my mother's land, and traded it to the Elders for my absolute freedom.
Now, as the auction screens bleed red, Kingsley is staring at me with dark, consuming shock. He finally realizes the lethal monster he’s been hunting was his submissive wife all along.
8.4
Aiden Armstrong, CEO of skylight group and boss of the Dark Flood mafia, has a dark fetish for virgins-an obsession that leads him to Avery Kingston.
He was in need of a wife in order to get control of his grandfather's legacy. The Kingston's offered him a proposal, one where both sides benefits. He gets a wife to keep his inheritance and a virgin who was just his type in exchange for a huge sum to aid the Kingston's escape bankruptcy.
Avery, forced into marriage with Aiden, an unknown dangerous looking handsome fellow by her family, soon discovers the journal of her husband's fetish and catches him cheating. She becomes a different and better version of herself vowing to get back at all who had wronged her.
As she builds herself and takes revenge, she finds more secrets about her family, her mom's death and Aiden's past.
Amidst disappointments, plots for revenge and abduction of Avery, Aiden discovers he had fallen in love with her but is it seemed to be a little too late until they were both placed in a situation that was to end both their lives but turned out to be a moment for truth, reconciliation, love and fresh start.
7.6
Bridget caught her fiancé tangled in the sheets with another woman. She left the engagement ring behind and, in a moment of reckless defiance, had a one-night stand with Damond Oneill, the most terrifying billionaire on Wall Street.
But her nightmare was far from over. Her biological father threatened to destroy her mother's company if she didn't crawl back to her cheating ex to secure a business merger.
Worse, she found her mother coughing up bright red blood, secretly hiding a fatal illness. Desperate to save her family, Bridget attended a high-society gala, only for her ex and her legitimate half-sister to slip a powerful drug into her champagne. Trapped on a locked balcony, her body burning and paralyzed, she watched her ex approach to assault and film her.
"Let's see how arrogant you are when the drugs kick in."
She didn't understand why her own blood treated her like disposable trash. Why was she always the pawn while her mother suffered in secret? The absolute despair almost broke her.
Just as he grabbed her dress, a deafening explosion shattered the glass door.
Damond stepped through the ruin, brutally crippled her ex, and claimed her as his own. But when Damond's team traced her mother's secret medical funds to a highly classified Swiss clinic, Bridget realized the real war had just begun.
7.8
Clara Bennett built her life around two promises-protect her twins and never depend on anyone.
For five years, she has raised Liam and Isla alone, keeping the truth about their father buried in the past... a past that began with a single night she barely remembers.
But everything changes when billionaire CEO Ethan Caldwell suddenly walks back into her life.
Cold, powerful, and dangerously perceptive, Ethan offers Clara an arrangement she cannot refuse-one that forces them to live under the same roof.
What Ethan doesn't know is that the twins who instantly capture his attention might be more connected to him than he realizes.
As sparks ignite and tensions rise, secrets begin to surface. A ruthless corporate enemy is watching. And the truth about that forgotten night is closer to being exposed.
When the truth finally comes out, Ethan will have to face the one thing he never expected...
The family he never knew he had.
And Clara must decide whether she can trust the man who once walked out of her life without even remembering.
8.8
For three years, I was a prisoner in my own body, forced to watch helplessly as a series of strangers steered my life into ruin.
Then, the system tried to wipe my consciousness entirely to make room for a new host.
The pain was blinding, like a steel spike driven through my skull, but I refused to break. I slammed a mental wall of pure spite against the code, forcing the system to retreat and bargain for its own survival.
I woke up in a room littered with the debris of a pathetic party girl, my body smeared with cheap makeup and my life in tatters. My father, the patriarch, looked at me with nothing but cold disdain, ready to cut me off for the scandals I hadn't even committed.
The people around me—my father, the school bullies, the arrogant Student Council President—all expected the same hysterical, vapid girl who would crumble at a single word. They had no idea that the real Scarlett was back, and I was holding a scalpel to their secrets.
Why did they think they could treat me like a disposable toy? And what would happen when the cold-eyed strategist they underestimated started dismantling their empires piece by piece?
I walked into the academy, stared down my tormentors, and made a bet that would either crown me as their master or force me to sign away my entire inheritance forever.