My Fiancé Cheated on me with my Best Friend
On the eve of the wedding, I accidentally touched the dashcam in the car of my fiancé, Tobias Ford.
I heard his heavy breathing, and His bare back dominated the screen.
I blushed instantly.
He and I both enjoyed the thrill and often had sex in the car, so I felt a bit embarrassed to watch the replay.
But the next moment, I froze.
A female voice, not mine, rang out. "Honey, how much longer do we have to put up with that silly woman? I'm pregnant now."
Tobias said with a chuckle, "As soon as the wedding is over and I trick her into handing over her family's assets, I will divorce her. I've already transferred her apartment to me. She plans to live there with me after we get married. It'll be our home from now on."
As the scene intensified, the woman hidden in his embrace finally showed her face.
It was my best friend, Stacey Sanderson.
They were holding hands and wearing the matching rings I'd picked out.
The timestamp in the corner showed it was the evening of two days ago.
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Chapter 2
I was sleepless for the whole night. And the morning sun appeared.
I looked at Tobias sleeping soundly beside me.
I held back my sobs, holding back the resentment inside me.
With a deep breath, I wiped the tears from my cheeks.
My fingers trembled as I tapped on my phone.
I transferred the dirty video from the car's dashcam to the computer linked to the large panoramic screen at the wedding venue.
I wondered how Stacey and Tobias would deny their affair at the wedding in four hours.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
I signaled the makeup artist to pause.
I rose carefully and heard the electronic lock beep, and the door swung open.
I was stunned instantly.
The woman entering wasn't wearing the custom-made white bridesmaid trousers she had ordered.
Instead, she was in a strappy red dress. Her makeup was meticulously done to highlight her allure, and her hair cascaded in big waves over her shoulders.
In the decade I had known Stacey, I had never seen her like this.
I came to my senses and leaned against the vanity mirror, arms crossed. I said with a smile, "Stacey, Are you... in a new romance?"
Stacey's expression instantly shifted dramatically.
The soft expression vanished as she frowned. "Effie, you can't just care about your happiness and restrict me from dressing up, can you?"
She shot back, and her voice was tense and hurried before I could respond. "Do you just not want me to be happy? The red dress is more attractive. So? Are you afraid that I'll outshine you?"
She suddenly became agitated and snatched the bridesmaid's purse from the table. "Have you ever really considered me your best friend?"
Before I could realize what was going on, the purse was hurled at me.
Instinctively, I raised my arm to block it.
In the next moment, I heard the sharp crack of my nails breaking at the base.
The pain pierced through me.
Blood seeped between my fingers and stained the wedding dress.
The foundation and perfume bottles shattered across the floor.
Glass shards were scattered, and the room was in a deathly silence.
"Effie!" My mother gasped, rushing to my side.
Stacey glanced at my hand.
A fleeting look of panic crossed her eyes before she quickly masked it.
"You are always so dramatic," she sneered and left.
The door was slammed shut with a resounding thud.
My mother trembled with anger. "What is wrong with Stacey? Is she crazy?" my mother exclaimed.
I shook my hand, and the pain made me more clear-minded.
My phone vibrated.
It was a message from Tobias. "Honey, there's traffic, and I might be two hours late."
He even added a crying puppy emoji for dramatic effect.
But it was just after the morning rush hour. There was no traffic at all.
Half an hour ago, he had insisted on the ceremony's importance and asked me to wait for him to pick me up in the car himself.
I sneered.
So that was his plan.
"Mom, get me a Band-Aid," I said.
I wiped the blood off my wedding dress expressionlessly. "You all carry on, and I need some air downstairs."
"Effie, you'll miss the time for the wedding..." my mother started, but I cut her off.
"It's fine," I replied.
I brushed past others and headed downstairs alone.
I activated my phone's GPS.
Tobias must have forgotten that his car's navigation was logged into my account.
The red dot representing him was nowhere near the highway, but at the Hilton Hotel, just two streets away from my home.
I signaled the taxi driver to stop at the hotel entrance and gave him five hundred for the delay.
Through the car window, I saw Tobias in his groom's suit and holding a woman in a red dress.
At first glance, one might mistake them for the couple getting married today.
He looked down at Stacey in his arms. He smiled indulgently as he pecked her lips. He teased, "Are you so fierce? She's still your best friend."
Stacey giggled and traced circles on his chest with her finger. "If I'm not a bit fierce, she'll start asking many questions, as she is so stupid."
"She won't suspect anything, will she?" he asked.
"Relax. She definitely thinks I'm still mad at her and is wondering how to make it up to me. Would you believe that she'll probably text me soon to apologize?"
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7.4
I never expected to be branded a 'fake heiress' and a 'scheming bitch' on my own wedding anniversary.
"Did you really think we'd never find out you faked the DNA test?" My mother's voice cut like a blade. "You've been impersonating our real daughter all along."
The irony was suffocating. They were the ones who stormed into my peaceful life, insisting that I was their long-lost child-no proof needed. And now they dared to call me the fraud.
"Since Camille has finally returned to where she belongs," my father declared coldly, "it's time for you to crawl back into whatever shadow you came from."
Then came the final blow. My husband of five years didn't even hesitate.
"I'll have the divorce papers drawn up immediately. Don't make this difficult, Mirena. You were never meant to be my wife."
Overnight, I was discarded. The scandal of the city. The woman who stole a life that was never hers.
But they forgot one thing: I never needed them.
Before I was George Ashton's wife, I was Mirena Sterling-the Investment Queen. The woman who broke Wall Street records before she turned twenty-five. A racing champion. A tech prodigy.
I walked away from all of it. Gave up my empire. My crown. My name. All for a man who threw me away like garbage the moment someone "better" came along.
Big mistake.
On the night they cast me out, soaking wet and humiliated, I ran into the last person I ever wanted to see.
"Look at you now, Mirena," Alexander Pierce murmured, watching me with those piercing eyes. "The woman who once ruled the financial world. Reduced to this." He tilted his head. "And for what? Love?" A dark laugh. "Pathetic."
My former rival. The man who spent years trying to beat me-and never once succeeded. Now he stood before me, a Wall Street titan, watching my downfall with hungry satisfaction.
He thought he'd seen the last of me.
He was wrong.
The game was simple now: drop the dead weight, reclaim what's mine, and remind everyone why they feared my name.
Within months, I was back. Every market moved when I breathed. Every headline screamed my return. The Sterlings came crawling, begging for mercy they'd never shown me. And George? He watched in horror as I bought his most prized company without blinking.
The divorce he'd so eagerly signed? His greatest regret.
"Mirena, please," he begged, groveling at my feet. "Give me another chance."
I didn't even look at him. "Sorry, darling. I don't recycle trash."
But what I didn't expect was him.
Alexander Pierce dropped to one knee in front of me-the man who had once mocked my fall, now looking up with something raw and undisguised in his crimson gaze.
"I knew you'd take back everything they stole," he said, voice low. "Now..." A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "Take me too."
9.5
What would you do if Mr Dark and Frosty crashed right into your life and made you question everything you thought you knew?
Jackson Hayes has always played it safe. Straight-A student, part-time bookstore job, perfect son with his entire life planned in detail. He dates girls because he's supposed to, never understanding why he felt no form of attraction towards them.
Then he witnesses a hit-and-run on Christmas Eve.
The stranger he pulls from the road shouldn't be alive. The gash on his head heals in hours. His body is ice cold. He's gorgeous, intense and has zero memory of who is and why he was left bleeding in the snow.
But the moment their hands touch, Jackson feels something he's never felt before-a heat that terrifies and thrills him at the same time.
7.5
I was the supreme architect of reality. Now I'm trapped in a womb with my twin brother Jaden, and he's already trying to kill me.
Born with a Void Lord core, Jaden is a gluttonous black hole that started draining my life force before I even had eyelids. Unfortunately for him, my ancient soul came with me. I crushed his consciousness, chained his dark power, and established the only rule that matters: Sister is God.
Three years later, he's a whimpering, chocolate-donut-obsessed mess who cries when I threaten to cancel snack time. I've got a demonic shadow bird enforcing my orders and a mother who has no idea her adorable daughter is secretly terrifying.
But when assassins hunting my family corner us in the forest, I have to stop playing cute. They see a toddler in pink overalls. I show them what an architect of reality looks like.
My twin is a Void Lord destined to consume worlds. He still flinches when I raise an eyebrow. Some hierarchies are eternal.
7.0
I was the Stanton family heiress, engaged to the President's son to secure a vital military alliance.
But he cornered me in the White House sitting room, slamming a thick manila folder onto the marble table.
"I said, sign the annulment agreement, Hester."
He looked at me like I was dirt, demanding I step aside so he could be with a manipulative intern named Tricia.
In my past life, I was a naive lamb. I cried and begged him not to end it. My devotion was rewarded with absolute cruelty. He ordered my bones broken and my reputation completely shredded. My trusted assistant forced poison down my throat, and I was left to die with a rope burning my neck.
Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had done everything perfectly for the family. Why did my unwavering loyalty only bring me a gruesome death? Why did the monsters who tortured me get to live happily in the highest seats of power?
Opening my eyes again, the suffocating terror of the noose suddenly washed away. I was sixteen again, staring at the exact same annulment papers.
"Hester, please. Just let us be happy," Tricia whimpered, reaching out her trembling hand.
This time, I didn't cry. I picked up the solid gold fountain pen, stabbed it violently through the center of the contract, and prepared to drag the entire First Family straight to hell.
8.3
I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison.
My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident".
On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."
It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.
At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"
I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."
This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated.
I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground.
By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.
7.7
The Billionaire's $500,000 Baby
"Sign the contract. Give me an heir. Then, disappear."
Liora Hayes has sixty minutes.
$500,000 or her mother dies.
No money. No hope. No way out.
Then Darian Volkov walks in.
The ruthless "Ice King" of Luminaire Corp doesn't want her heart. He wants an heir.
The deal is simple:
1. Carry his child.
2. Get the money.
3. Never return.
But the Volkov mansion is a gilded cage. Inside, Liora finds a lethal secret: Darian didn't choose her by chance. He is the son of the man who destroyed her father.
Now, she is carrying the baby of her greatest enemy.
The debt was paid in blood. The contract was signed in lies.
What happens when the Ice King refuses to let his "asset" go?