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 4
I shoved Babur with all my strength, knocking him to the floor.
He looked up at me, disgust written all over his face.
"What are you doing, Valerie? If you don't get out right now, I'm calling the police and reporting you for trespassing."
Babur's voice was vicious, as if I weren't the woman he had loved for three years but a burglar breaking into his home.
Humiliation and panic rose in my chest.
But I refused to leave. I needed answers.
"I'm not going anywhere, Babur. Who was that woman? We just broke up. Are you already with someone else?"
I leaned in on purpose, as if trying to prove I still had some pull over him.
Before, that was all it took. He would wrap his arm around my waist, kiss me, carry me back to the bedroom.
This time, he scoffed and shoved me away.
"That's none of your business. Valerie, I've made myself clear. We're over."
It felt like something sharp was stabbing my heart over and over again.
"I never agreed to this," I said, my voice thick with bitterness and pleading. "I don't want to break up, Babur. Have you forgotten the three years we spent together?"
I searched his eyes, begging to find even a trace of reluctance.
But there was nothing there. No regret. No softness. Just cold contempt.
"Stop making a scene, Valerie. Don't make me hate you even more."
He lit a cigarette and sat back on the couch. Then he grabbed a magazine and tossed it in front of me.
On the cover was a handsome man, and beside him stood the girl I had just seen kissing Babur.
"Look carefully, Valerie. That's Daphne Smith. The youngest daughter of the Smith family. Her brother is the richest man in Ardania. Her mother is one of the most renowned professors in finance. And she herself is a student at Redmont University."
His tone brimmed with admiration as he praised Daphne's beauty and intelligence. Then he looked at me, a mocking curl tugging at his lips.
"And you? Valerie. A near-zero exam scorer who stayed home waiting for a man to support her like a parasite. How could you ever compare to her?"
His cruelty cut through me like a blade.
He seemed to have forgotten that I could have worked. My grades had been terrible, yes, but I also had a beautiful face, which gave me other options.
When we graduated, a talent scout had approached me about becoming a model or an actress.
Babur had refused on my behalf.
He said he would work hard and provide for me, that all I needed to do was stay beautiful and wait to be his wife.
And now he was calling me a parasite living under his roof.
Shame, humiliation, heartbreak flooded my chest.
I should have stood up and walked away, preserved what little dignity I had left.
But I couldn't let go of three years so easily.
He was the first man I had ever loved. I had even imagined the names of our future children.
I bit my lip to keep from crying.
I couldn't give up without fighting for one last chance.
If nothing else, I owed it to those three years.
I stared at his handsome face, and a desperate idea took root.
"If I get into Redmont University too… would you come back to me?"
Babur paused mid-drag. He turned to look at me, something amused flickering in his eyes.
I lowered my head in embarrassment. He must have thought I'd lost my mind.
Someone like me, who always ranked last in exams, getting into Redmont? It sounded ridiculous.
I kept my head down, letting Babur's gaze roam over me.
After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Fine. Valerie. Show me how serious you are."
He actually agreed.
A spark flared inside my chest.
In my excitement, I almost forgot he had just broken up with me. I stood up and threw my arms around him.
"Thank you, Babur. Thank you for giving me a chance."
He didn't push me away. Instead, he lightly wrapped an arm around my waist, his tone laced with something almost playful.
"I'm looking forward to your results."
For a moment, he seemed like the gentle Babur I used to know.
He drove me back to Lacey's place.
When Lacey saw me stepping out of his car, she rushed over and grabbed my hand.
"Valerie, did you get back together with Babur?"
"No, not yet. But he promised that if I get into Redmont, we'll get back together."
Just thinking about Babur returning to my side filled me with endless courage.
I clenched my fists, determination hardening inside me.
"I will get into Redmont University. I'll become a woman worthy of Babur."
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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.