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 4
Putting my phone away, I headed to the wedding venue by taxi.
The restaurant was already teeming with guests.
Every detail of the decor had been personally arranged by me.
But now everything seemed like blatant mockery.
Behind me, the makeup artist was still softly reminding me of things to keep in mind.
But I merely nodded slightly.
My gaze was fixed on the entrance to the banquet hall.
At last, the slightly hurried sound of footsteps accompanied by the guests' murmurs announced Tobias's arrival.
He was there.
He was dressed in a crisp groom's suit, but his tie was slightly askew, and his hair was a bit tousled.
There was even a lingering scent around him that he hadn't managed to dispel.
"I'm sorry, Effie. There was a minor accident on the way, and I kept you waiting." He apologized to me.
I sidestepped to avoid his attempt to hold my hand and lifted the hem of my dress. "Let's begin."
Tobias paused for a moment and then quickly resumed his affectionate demeanor.
The host handed over the ring box.
Tobias took out the diamond ring and got down on one knee. "Effie, this ring represents my eternal love for you."
Under the lights, the small diamond looked particularly shabby.
I extended my hand and watched as he slowly slid the cheap ring around my ring finger.
It was Tobias's turn to give a speech.
Holding the microphone, he spoke with emotion and tears. "I've known Effie for five years. We dated each other from university to work. We've endured hardships and worked hard together. She is the most important one in my life. She had done anything for me..."
The audience erupted in applause.
Several sentimental relatives were already dabbing their eyes.
Stacey stood next to me, her hand gently resting on her belly.
Her expression openly shifted between Tobias and me, occasionally applauding.
"In fact, I have prepared a special surprise for Tobias," I interrupted, and a smile was playing on my lips. "This surprise is more touching than any vow."
Tobias's eyes lit up.
He thought perhaps I would gift him a car or publicly announce the transfer of company shares.
Greed flashed in his eyes, and his face was full of expectant smiles.
He even urged the host. "Be quick. Let everyone see Effie's special surprise."
Stacey stepped forward half a step, and her fingertips gently touched the corner of Tobias's suit.
She encouraged him with a knowing look in her eyes.
She seemed to tell him that soon everything would be settled.
Holding back a storm of emotions, I turned to face the large screen at the center of the stage. "This video records the hard work Tobias has put in behind the scenes for our future."
At that moment, I pressed the remote control in my hand.
As the content on the big screen became clear, Tobias's smile froze instantly on his face.
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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?