She Didn't Show on Our Big Day

On the morning of their City Hall wedding, Mr. Terraton’s fiancée, Sophie, never arrives. Instead of his bride, he receives a photograph from her assistant showing the two in an intimate embrace. When confronted, Sophie dismisses the betrayal, citing the assistant's past blood donation as justification for her behavior. Disillusioned by her coldness, Terraton realizes their love is dead. He immediately contacts Sophie’s sister, Sylvie, to accept her previous proposal and secure a different future.

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Chapter 2

Burn Them All

As I lay on my bed, I kept going through the memories of my relationship. When I first dated Sophie, she was… clingy. She even said the air tasted sweet whenever I was around.

Whenever I called her, she would drop everything she was doing just to come to me. And she was a jealous woman. If she noticed any girl lingering around me, she'd throw a tantrum. Her jealousy went so far, she insisted on personally vetting my guy friends.

She took care of everything in my life. It was a smothering love for most people, but I loved it.

Still, she was no longer the old her. She'd changed. I was no longer the same man who only cared for her.

And then my phone buzzed. I checked who it was—Fabian Focker, Sophie's assistant.

"Best birthday ever, Sophie. Thank goodness you're around. You made me a happy man. Oh, and I have a surprise for you on my Instagram. Check it out."

I was in a daze, but before I could say anything, the message was deleted. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. I didn't mean to send that to you."

I snickered and shook my head, then I tossed the phone aside. Didn't mean to send it to me? As if.

I first met Fabian when he was just a fresh graduate. He knew nothing about his job, and everyone ostracized him. He eventually made a big blunder that risked his job.

His boss wanted to fire him, so he came to me, crying his heart out. Then he told me about his life. It was a sob story. I decided to give him a chance and teach him how to do his job.

Thanks to that, he got Sophie's attention. When she asked for him to be her assistant, I was happy for the guy.

I did not think someone who looked like an honest man could be so conniving. The one I taught myself ended up as the one who cut through my relationship the most.

…

The next day, I bought a ticket for a trip back home, then I went to the company and handed in my resignation letter.

Sophie was surprised to see that letter. "Are you for real?"

"Obviously." I smiled.

She fell silent. A long while later, she replied, "Stay. The company needs you."

"You don't get to call all the shots here." I turned around.

Before I could leave, Sophie came after me and held my arm. "Two days!"

I looked at her.

For once, a hint of panic flickered on her face as she continued, "Two days. After I'm done with my work, we'll get that marriage license. Just trust me one more time, alright?"

I looked at her, calm and quiet.

"Just give me another chance." Sophie seemed worried. It almost felt like she was waiting for my answer.

I was seized by an urge to tell her that I was going to get married to a woman who was not her. That woman was her sister, the very one she grew up fighting against. I wondered how she would feel.

In the end, I said nothing and left the place. I got back home and scanned the study. The whole house, really. There were photos everywhere, and they reminded me of the past.

Was I moved? No. Frustrated and restless? Absolutely. I tore off all the photos and threw them into an open brazier.

Halfway through the burning, Sophie came back. She was supposed to be at work.

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On the day I was sentenced to death, my parents were busy organizing a press conference to announce that their adopted son, Cary, would be the new heir to the company. My sister and Cary were engaged, officially integrating him into the family's inner circle. Meanwhile, I, who had exposed Cary's ambitious schemes, was cast out, branded as the ungrateful outcast who betrayed her own kin. After a second chance at life, I no longer yearned for their love. I chose to live solely for myself.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

My Bride Swapped Herself for a Fool

8.6

On his wedding night, Mr. Leeds discovers a cruel betrayal: his bride has been swapped for the helper's daughter as a prank orchestrated by his own girlfriend and her male best friend. While they mock him and expect him to endure the humiliation for a single night, the billionaire decides to turn the tables on their arrogance. Rather than playing along with their game, he shocks everyone by committing to his new bride for life, transforming a malicious joke into a permanent vow.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.3

Not a Modern Cinderella: Flash Married To A Hidden Tycoon

7.3

Ella Hart was adopted into a wealthy household, but she never lived like a daughter. While her adoptive mother, Nora, indulged in luxury and high society, Ella was treated like little more than a servant, forced to do the hardest chores and surviving on scraps of affection. Until the day her biological family finally found her and brought a shocking revelation. Years ago, the Hart family had arranged a marriage alliance with the Sterling family. The bride was meant to be either Ella... or her beloved sister, Piper. That day, the impossibly handsome man arrived in worn-out clothes. He was instantly rejected by Piper. To escape her old life, Ella agreed without hesitation, but she would never have imagined the man in front of her was the richest CEO in the city...

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

Reborn From Ashes: The Billionaire's Obsession

7.7

I trusted the wrong people in my past life. My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die. But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me. In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were. Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me? Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished. I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt. When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder. "Please don't kill me, Scarlett!" This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go.

Billionaire Fantasy Romance

7.3

Reborn Heiress Marries My Ex-Fiancé's Brother

7.3

Tonight was supposed to be the night I became the happiest woman in D.C., celebrating my engagement at the legendary Bolton Manor gala. I wore emerald silk and a diamond that cost more than most mansions, convinced that Hank Bolton was my soulmate and the key to my family's future. But behind the heavy oak doors of the guest wing, the dream died. I found my fiancé tangled with another woman, laughing about how I was nothing more than a "clueless cash cow" whose inheritance would fund his run for the Senate. In my first life, I reacted with tears and screams, which only allowed his family to paint me as an unstable lunatic. They stripped me of my dignity, bankrupted the Adams estate, and watched coldly as my brother, Lucas, died in a ditch trying to save me. I ended up gasping for air in a burning building, realizing too late that my perfect engagement was actually my execution. I died in the soot and the shadows, feeling the searing heat of a betrayal that burned worse than the fire. I lost everything because I was too blind to see the monsters hiding behind expensive smiles. But then, I suddenly gasped for air and realized the smoke was gone. I was standing in front of a vanity, the calendar mocking me: October 14th. The night of the gala. I had been given a second chance, and this time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I recorded the betrayal on my phone and walked into the library with a heart made of ice. I didn't just blow up the engagement; I demanded a new groom—Hank’s "invalid" older brother, Dereck, a man the world had written off as a dying recluse. "I'll take him," I told the stunned family. I wanted a husband who couldn't cheat, a puppet who would leave me a wealthy widow within a year. I thought I was choosing a safe, broken man to shield me from my enemies. I didn't know that under his blanket, Dereck was hiding a holster, or that the "dying" man was actually a predator who had been waiting for someone exactly like me to walk into his trap.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Reclaiming Life After Love

9.3

After a devastating divorce from a cold billionaire, a woman chooses to leave her past behind and reclaim her lost identity. No longer defined by a loveless marriage, she steps back into the world to pursue her own dreams and find true happiness. As she transforms into a confident, independent force, her former husband begins to notice the remarkable woman he once ignored. It is a journey of self-discovery, resilience, and finding a love that truly empowers her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

She Didn't Show on Our Big Day

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