I Quit My Family Who Favors My Sister

Betrayed by her own blood, a talented author dies in despair after her sister steals her career, her husband, and eventually her life. When her brother publicly accuses her of plagiarism to favor her sister, her downfall begins. However, death is not the end. Waking up on the day her life first fell apart, she is granted a second chance at the book signing that ruined her. Now, she must navigate high society and outmaneuver her family to reclaim her destiny.

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I couldn't bear staying home any longer, only to be beaten and yelled at. Despite the pain, I forced myself up and tried to leave.

Jenna was on the verge of a breakdown. "Sienna refuses to give me blood. Does that mean she'll never donate again? She took my health and the man I love. Is she trying to take my life too?"

Florence, enraged, quickly caught up to me and grabbed my arm. "Sienna Lane, you were born to save your sister! I don't care if you're willing or not—you will transfuse your blood to her!"

I refused to give in. Furious, Florence tried to inject me with a tranquilizer she had in her hand.

She would always protect Jenna, no matter what.

Tyler frowned at the sight. There was both pity and disapproval in his eyes, but he still helped her hold me down.

"Let go of me! If you touch me, I'll make sure you end up in prison!" I thrashed wildly, desperate to escape, but no matter how hard I fought, I couldn't break free. Despair and rage boiled inside me, threatening to tear me apart.

Just as the syringe was about to pierce my skin, the housekeeper rushed in.

"Madam, Mr. Tyler, the book signing manager is here to see Miss Sienna. He's waiting at the door."

My family valued their reputation above all else. Despite their frustration, they had no choice but to release me.

I wasted no time and hurried out the door.

Tyler chased after me, holding out a tube of medicated cream. "Your cheeks are swollen. You should apply this."

He always did this—offering help after hurting me. To be fair, when Jenna wasn't around, he treated me quite well. However, whenever there was a conflict between us, he always took her side.

My mother was the second wife, and Jenna came along with her. Unlike me, Tyler was not Jenna's biological sibling.

I didn't take the cream from him. I only stared back coldly.

Tyler frowned. "Sienna, Jenna is your sister. You both share the same rare blood type. If you don't help her, she'll die!"

I met his eyes calmly. "I don't know if Jenna will die if I stop giving her blood, but I do know I will if I keep doing it."

Tyler's voice rose in frustration, "400 milliliters is a perfectly safe amount of blood for you to donate. We've never let the doctor take more than that. How could it possibly affect your health? I don't understand why you're always at odds with Jenna."

Any woman under 90 pounds should not be donating blood. I had always been frail. At five foot seven and barely 85 pounds, I wasn't healthy enough to donate at all.

Even a healthy woman is advised to donate blood no more than twice a year. Yet I had to give blood at least twice a month.

Had they ever even treated me like a human being? In my past life, I tried explaining this to them countless times, but no one ever believed me.

Or maybe they just didn't care.

This time, I wasn't going to bother explaining.

I remained silent as I climbed into the car and urged the manager to drive off. He noticed the handprint on my face and, concerned, handed me a mask. It was large enough to cover most of my face.

When I arrived at the book signing, the place was packed with fans. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming at first.

Then, just like in my previous life, everything changed when Jenna showed up—along with the rest of my family.

"You made me sick, ruined my chances of getting into any university, and seduced every boy I liked... I've put up with you all this time. Isn't that enough? Why did you have to steal the story I worked so hard to write?"

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After being cruelly dismissed as a mere gold digger by the wealthy man she once loved, a resilient woman decides to rewrite her destiny. Instead of fading into obscurity, she climbs the corporate ladder to become a powerhouse in the business world. Now a formidable billionaire, she stands as his fiercest professional rival. As they clash in high-stakes boardrooms, their past bitterness fuels a tense and complicated battle for dominance and respect.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

Bankrupt Socialite: The Billionaire's Revenge Bride

7.4

I was the bankrupt socialite everyone pitied, standing in the mud at my mother's grave with nothing left but a pair of old Louboutins and a single white rose. My bank account was overdrawn by three hundred dollars, but I still believed Julian, my fiancé, was the one person who hadn't abandoned the toxic Compton name. Then I saw his Maybach shaking in the cemetery parking lot. Through a crack in the window, I heard the man I loved whispering to my stepsister, Tiffany. "Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I secure her voting proxy for the trust, I'm dumping her." Tiffany laughed, clutching the scarlet coat she'd charged to my own maxed-out credit card. "She's so pathetic, Julian. She actually thinks you love her." I didn't scream; I recorded them. But when I tried to use that leverage, my family turned into vipers. To protect Julian's status, they framed me for causing Tiffany to miscarry a fake pregnancy and planted stolen documents in my bag. My own father stood by as they locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a predatory creditor named Hightower to settle his gambling debts. I ended up in a freezing police cell, my ankle shattered and my reputation destroyed. I sat on that metal bench, shivering as I realized my own blood had traded my life for a check. I called the only man powerful enough to burn them all-Julian's uncle, the "Butcher of Wall Street," Alden Stark. The phone just kept ringing. He wasn't coming. To the world, I was just a walking bankruptcy filing, a girl who had finally run out of luck. I didn't wait for a savior. I escaped custody and ran barefoot through the rain, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor of Stark Tower. When I collapsed at Alden's feet, he didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me like a rare, damaged artifact he finally owned. "Inform the board that this is my fiancée," he announced, lifting me into his arms. I signed the marriage contract that night, trading my freedom for the power to ensure my family's liabilities exceeded their assets for the rest of their natural lives.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Devil

9.8

Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family. But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street. After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began. A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy. Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion. And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion. Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets. Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed. Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate. "Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all." To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.

Billionaire LGBT+Modern Romance

7.3

Bound By Lies: Marrying The Strict Colonel

7.3

I borrowed my wealthy best friend's identity to seduce Colonel Ethan Christensen. He was the powerful uncle of my ex-boyfriend, Kayden, who had brutally dumped me for a rich heiress. My revenge plan worked too well. Ethan fell deeply in love with my fake persona and proposed. But then he handed me a thick envelope: a top-secret military background check requiring fingerprints and ten years of history. My fake identity was about to be shattered. I faced federal fraud charges and prison time. More than that, the guilt was eating me alive. Ethan wasn't a pawn; he was a genuinely honorable man who promised to protect me. Terrified and exhausted by the lies, I typed out a full confession, ready to tell him everything and walk away. But right before I hit send, Kayden's new fiancée called to gloat about their engagement. Through the phone, I heard Kayden's voice, lazily mocking my low status. "Tell her to stay home. Tell her to find someone on her own level in the gutter." The rage burned away all my guilt. Why should I be the bigger person while they destroyed my life without a second thought? I deleted the confession and called my friend to hire a black-market hacker. I needed a flawless, forged background in forty-eight hours. I am going to marry Ethan Christensen, and I am going to smile when Kayden is forced to call me "Aunt."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire

9.5

Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again. Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman. She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt. They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty. He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard. When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him. Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser. Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job. She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man. But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch. Until her brother called with a shocking warning. "Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!" Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

Messed Up Deal with the Secretive Billionaire

9.0

Desperate to save her father from a medical crisis, a young woman enters a high-stakes contract with a reclusive, enigmatic billionaire. What begins as a cold, financial arrangement soon blurs into a complex web of unexpected passion and dangerous secrets. As she navigates his world of immense wealth and hidden motives, she must decide if the price of her father's life is worth losing her heart to a man who refuses to be known.

Billionaire Modern Romance

I Quit My Family Who Favors My Sister

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