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 2
I stood frozen, lifting my head to look at Babur in disbelief.
His eyes were cold, as if he were looking at someone who meant nothing to him.
"We're done. Valeria. Take your things and leave my house."
It felt as though every drop of blood in my body had turned to ice. I opened my mouth, ready to ask if he was joking.
But when I saw the seriousness in his eyes, the words died in my throat.
After what felt like forever, I finally heard my own trembling voice.
"Why?"
Babur's gaze swept over me from head to toe, as though he were evaluating merchandise.
"Take a good look at yourself, Valeria. What can you do besides dress up?" His voice carried disgust, edged with mockery.
He opened an acceptance letter and held it out in front of me.
"I got into the Redmont Finance Department. Valeria. I'm heading to Gilded Row. I'll be one of the elites in the financial world. I'll be on business news, admired by everyone. And you? Dressed up like a Christmas tree, nothing but a pretty face. How could you ever be worthy of me?"
I felt something cold trail down my face. When I turned my head, the window reflected my smeared makeup and tear-streaked cheeks.
"It's not like that… Babur, you used to say you loved me exactly this way… You said all I had to do was look pretty and wait for you at home… Did you forget?"
I couldn't hold back my sobs. I grabbed his hand and broke down. "I don't want to break up, Babur. I'll learn. I'll work hard. I'll become someone worthy of you."
Babur shook off my hand and let me fall to the floor.
His eyes remained just as cold, as if I weren't the woman he had loved for three years but a tenant overstaying her welcome.
"Enough. Valeria. You'll never be able to do it. And I'm done wasting my money on an eye candy."
He dialed a number, and soon I heard his indifferent voice.
"Lacey, come pick up your best friend from my place. Or I'll demand the hundred thousand dollars I lent you back right now."
When Lacey Morgan arrived, I was still clinging to Babur, begging him not to throw me out.
My voice had grown hoarse from pleading. Tears blurred my vision until I couldn't even see his expression clearly.
The Babur who used to panic at the sight of my tears now forcefully pulled me away.
Like he was discarding trash, he shoved me toward Lacey.
"Listen, Lacey. I still have the IOU you signed. If you don't want me to reclaim that hundred thousand dollars, keep her away from me."
I felt my heart shatter.
Back then, Babur had been the one who insisted on lending Lacey the money. He said my friends were his friends.
Now he was using that same favor to threaten me into disappearing from his life.
I opened my mouth, but only a broken sound came out. Lacey grabbed my hand and dragged me into the car.
As the engine started, I pounded desperately on the window, watching Babur stand there, growing smaller and smaller in the distance.
Until he was gone.
I cried until I couldn't breathe and blacked out in the back seat.
When I woke up, I was lying on Lacey's bed.
Babur had supported me for three years. Other than depending on him, I knew how to do nothing.
I had no job, no savings, not even a place to stay.
Lacey took me in.
I could feel how worried she was.
She even took time off work to stay by my side.
But I couldn't forget Babur. In my dreams, I saw our past over and over again. He stood there smiling, arms open, waiting for me.
Yet whenever I ran toward him, the man whose eyes once overflowed with love would shove me away in disgust.
"You're not worthy of me, Valeria."
I would wake up screaming, tears streaming down my face.
Those words became a curse, echoing endlessly in my ears.
Two days passed like that. My world seemed to consist of nothing but grief.
Night after night, I jolted awake as if chased by demons. I couldn't eat. In just two days, I felt as though I no longer belonged among the living.
"Don't do this to yourself, Valeria."
Lacey sighed and took out a necklace, the exact style I had once told Babur I loved.
"I don't know who left it at my door, but I think it might be Babur. Valeria, he loved you so much before. He even went against his parents to be with you. Maybe this time he just acted on impulse. You two went through so much without breaking up. Maybe this is just a test. Valeria, you have to pull yourself together if you want to go back to him."
I clutched the necklace, remembering how Babur used to buy me jewelry every time he upset me. A sudden surge of joy and courage rose inside me.
"You're right, Lacey. I can't stay like this. I'm going to win him back."
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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.