Love Cuts Like a Blade

Lethia’s world shatters when her fiancé, Marvin Keller, publicly shames her during their livestreamed wedding to marry her half-sister, Delilah. After her mother suffers a stroke from the scandal, Lethia accepts a marriage proposal from her childhood friend, Tristan Wright. However, three years of tragedy follow, including a stillborn child and eight suspicious accidents. Lethia finally discovers Tristan’s horrific secret: he has been orchestrating her misfortune to secure Delilah’s inheritance.

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Chapter 2

My phone rang with a text notification. It was from Delilah.

"Your husband is my greatest support," she texted.

Attached was a photo of Tristan massaging her ankle and kissing the top of her foot.

My nose tingled, and as I turned off the screen, my eyes caught the sight of Delilah's pale wrist. It was adorned with an emerald bracelet.

This bracelet, unique and blessed, was something my mother had gone to great lengths to obtain—she spent three days and nights in deep reflection and devotion, hoping for my safety and happiness.

I used to think I was loved, but then, I understood all my pain came from him.

A bitter smile crept onto my lips, and my tears streamed down like a broken faucet.

Tristan was my beacon of hope at the start of my miserable life three years ago. After our marriage, I gifted the emerald bracelet to him in hopes of blessing him with a smooth-sailing life.

Yet, the bracelet disappeared in less than a week.

When I confronted him, he smiled and explained that he had put it away in a safe, not wanting to tarnish it from daily wear.

With the photo of proof before my eyes, I realized that what had once been a gift to him was now regifted to his unrequited love.

To reclaim the only item my mother had left for me, I tapped the dial button with my trembling finger.

Surprisingly, Tristan promptly answered my call.

I recalled that whenever he accompanied me for meals, shopping, or work, a special ringtone would always ring at the perfect moment. He would instantly answer, and it was always followed with some excuse that seemed just right to brush me off.

He must've had a unique ringtone for me, too.

"Hey, Tia. I'm back at the company to handle some stuff. Have you missed me already? I didn't know you were this clingy."

I stayed quiet momentarily and didn't call out his lies. Instead, I asked, "Is the emerald bracelet still with you, Tristan?"

There was a brief pause in his breathing, and after a moment, he spoke awkwardly. "Oh, it's locked away in the drawer in my study. Why did you ask?

"Right—it'll be our third anniversary in a few days. Are you planning a surprise for me, honey?"

"I… want to wear it to visit Mom. Could you come with?" I asked tentatively.

After a momentary daze, he replied, "Sure. We'll find time and visit your mother."

Was that so? Would I really see her again?

I switched off my phone, completed the discharge procedures, and went home. As I approached the study, the scent of jasmine greeted me.

Tristan's study was a place he never allowed me to enter, and he never liked wearing perfume. The scent probably belonged to Delilah.

Someone else had already taken over a place I never stepped into.

I pushed open the door and froze when I saw the photo on the desk.

Delilah was smiling brightly, lying in Tristan's arms. His eyes were filled with a genuine smile I had never seen before. And yet, there wasn't a single photo of us together.

I had once hoped to take wedding pictures with him, but he said he was afraid I would face even more gossip, so he chose to marry me in secret and kept everything simple.

As I looked back on it, it was clear he never intended to make our relationship public.

At that moment, the sound of the door opening came from the living room. I turned around and saw Tristan rush into the study, his face filled with panic.

He exhaled sharply as he looked at a certain spot and then fixed his gaze on me. "When did I say you could enter? Get out of here."

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I sat alone at my long marble dining table, staring at a plate of cold truffle risotto. My husband, Jere, was late again, claiming he was stuck in a "war zone" of a board meeting for a multi-billion dollar merger. A single Instagram notification shattered the silence. It was a photo of a candlelit birthday dinner, featuring a man's hand resting on a white tablecloth. I recognized the slight veins, the jagged scar on the thumb, and the navy-faced Patek Philippe watch I had spent six months tracking down as a wedding gift. Jere wasn't in a boardroom; he was celebrating his ex-girlfriend Irina's birthday while texting me to "don't wait up." The next morning, I followed him to a VIP hospital wing. I watched through a cracked door as my husband cuddled a five-year-old boy and whispered tender promises to Irina. When he came home, he tried to buy my silence with a rare pink diamond bracelet, but I found the receipt: he had bought two identical ones. He had branded his wife and his mistress with matching jewelry, using hidden trackers to keep us both on a leash. When I confronted him, he didn't flinch. He coldly reminded me that he owned my father's massive debts and could send him to prison for insolvency fraud with one phone call. "Stop with the attitude, Deliah," he said. I felt like a ghost haunting my own life, trapped in a gilded cage by the man who paid for my mother's heart surgery while keeping a secret family across town. The humiliation peaked at our rescheduled anniversary dinner when Jere received a text, threw a stack of hundreds at me like I was a stranger, and abandoned me in a crowded restaurant to rush back to her. "Pay the bill," he commanded before walking out. Standing in the wreckage of a shattered crystal vase back at the penthouse, I realized my silence was the only thing keeping his empire standing. I pulled the crumpled divorce papers from my purse and signed my name with a steady hand. I wasn't just walking away; I was calling his sister to help me burn his perfect world to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.9

Fatal Frequency

8.9

Sylvie’s life was destroyed by Chloe, a campus belle whose internal thoughts are broadcast to the entire student body. From falsified accusations of laziness to sabotaging a vital financial aid grant, Chloe’s mental lies led to Sylvie’s isolation and eventual death from a heart attack. Now, Sylvie has been mysteriously reborn into her freshman year. Armed with the new ability to hear Chloe’s true intentions, she must navigate a dangerous web of social perception to prevent her tragic fate.

Action Fantasy Modern Mystery Young Adult

9.7

Reclaiming My Path

9.7

After discovering her partner Enzo’s betrayal with another woman, the protagonist is cast out of her own life through a fraudulent contract. Escaping to Milan, she encounters Mark, a mysterious man who promises safety and protection. As she trains with him at a shooting range, doubts surface regarding his true motives. This modern mafia story follows her journey from a betrayed lover to a woman wielding a gun for justice, while uncovering a conspiracy that suggests she was an unwitting pawn from the start.

Action Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

8.2

Scars of Betrayal, Sisters' New Power

8.2

My unborn child died because my husband ignored my desperate pleas. He chose to prioritize a staged emergency from his manipulative adopted sister, Holly, leaving me and my own sister to be brutally attacked by thugs. As I bled out on the street, my sister, Jayde, finally got him on the phone. We heard his voice, calm and soothing, telling Holly everything was fine. When Jayde screamed that I was having a miscarriage, he accused us of being dramatic. "This is exactly what Holly warned us about," he said coldly, before hanging up. In the hospital, the doctors confirmed the worst. My baby was gone, and I could never have another. Jayde's hands, the hands of a brilliant concert pianist, were permanently crippled. Our husbands, the men who were supposed to protect us, had abandoned us for a lie. But as I stared at Jayde' s ruined hands and felt the crushing emptiness in my own body, a cold resolve solidified within me. They thought they had broken us. They had only forged us into something far more dangerous.

Action Modern Romance

8.2

Skylark Soars High

8.2

Skylar Shaw was once a legendary mercenary who abandoned her violent life for Jules Gray, a ruthless mafia Don. However, Jules betrayed her love during a gang war, breaking her hand and handing her over to rivals as a sacrifice. Three years later, Skylar returns as a formidable Donna to dismantle his empire. After seizing his territory and assets, she faces her former lover. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, she uses her mechanical hand to deliver a final, lethal lesson in survival.

Action Mafia Modern Romance

8.9

The Betrayed Widow's Unexpected Genius Comeback

8.9

When Christina woke up in the hospital after a severe car crash, her brain didn't just recover—it mutated. She was suddenly cursed with an agonizing, high-speed hyper-memory. The first thing her new mind processed was the pristine Army uniform of her fiancé, Major Burke, and the hand of her stepsister, Corrina, casually stroking his shoulder. Every lie, every gaslighting sigh, and every secret glance between them over the past three years flashed before her eyes with merciless clarity. Christina immediately called off the engagement, demanding only one thing back: her late mother's old silver pendant. "A broken pendant? Are you really making a scene over that piece of trash?" Corrina scoffed. Burke refused to return it, letting his spoiled sister Brielle steal it to wear as a trophy. When Christina finally forced them to hand it over under the threat of a military scandal, the metal was covered in deep, ugly scratches. The arrogant Clark family treated her like a pathetic, hallucinating widow clinging to a worthless dollar-store trinket. They had no idea what they had actually been holding. Alone in her apartment, Christina pressed a drop of her blood into the pendant's scratched grooves. A blue light flared, syncing instantly with her neural implant to unlock the "Ghost Protocol"—a top-secret military archive that also held a hidden clue about her supposedly dead husband. Looking at the unimaginable power now downloaded directly into her brain, Christina knew the Clarks hadn't just thrown her away. They had handed her the world.

Horror Modern Romance Sci-Fi

Love Cuts Like a Blade

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