The Fiancé's Warning, Her Second Chance
My fiancé, Jadon, proposed on the Fourth of July. It was the perfect moment I had dreamed of since we were kids. That night, he called me on FaceTime.
But the man on the screen wasn't him. It was a version of him from five years in the future, his face hollow with regret.
He laid out a horrifying timeline of betrayal. He was sleeping with my best friend and business partner, Kimberly.
She would use his venture capital to steal my architectural firm. She would sabotage my father' s life-saving kidney transplant, leaving him to die.
And she would maliciously cause a future pregnancy to end in tragedy, murdering our unborn child.
My entire world-my love, my friendship, my future-was a lie. The two people I trusted most were plotting my complete ruin.
This broken man from the future, desperate to atone, gave me a roadmap to escape. So I drove my car off a cliff and faked my own death, determined to rewrite the story they had written for me.
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Chapter 2
Elinor Flowers POV
The next morning, I went to work as usual. The studio, "Evolve Designs," was my dream. Kimberly and I founded it three years ago. We poured our hearts into it. Every brick, every blueprint, every client meeting—it was all us. I trusted Kimberly with everything. She was my partner, my confidante. We shared a vision. Or so I thought.
My mind replayed future Jadon's chilling words: "She will steal your architectural firm using my venture capital funds." The words echoed in my head, cold and precise. I walked past Kimberly's empty desk. A cold fear gripped me. I had to check. I had to know.
Future Jadon had said this had been years in the making. If Kimberly had been planning since college, there would be a trail. I needed to find it.
I sat at her computer. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I knew her password. We shared everything. I logged in. My heart hammered against my ribs. I navigated to our shared network drive. I found a folder marked "Personal Backups." I opened it.
The screen filled with files. All of my design drafts. Every single one. Even the ones I hadn't shared with anyone yet. They were meticulously organized, dated, and copied. My breath caught in my throat. It was all there. My entire life's work.
My hands flew to my phone. "She copied all my designs," I typed to future Jadon, my fingers shaking. "All of them. Why?"
His reply came almost immediately. "She's been planning this for years. She'll use my venture capital to acquire a controlling stake in Evolve Designs. She'll force you out. The designs are her leverage. She wants to be the sole owner, the face of the firm."
My vision blurred. I stared at my screen, at the endless list of files. My designs. My creations. Each one represented countless hours, sleepless nights, boundless passion. Jadon had been my biggest supporter when I started Evolve Designs. He encouraged me. He even helped me with the initial seed money, calling it a "good investment." I had been so proud. So grateful.
Now, I realized the cruel irony. He wasn't just supporting my dream. He was unknowingly financing its theft. He was handing over my life's work to the woman who wanted to destroy me. The realization turned my gratitude into a burning rage. My stomach twisted.
In the late afternoon, Kimberly walked into the studio. She carried two coffees. Her usual bright smile was plastered on her face.
"Hey, Elinor," she said, her voice chirpy. "You look tired. Long night? All that wedding planning, I bet. I brought you coffee."
She placed the cup on my desk. Her eyes, filled with a false concern, met mine. I forced a smile. My face felt stiff. My voice was calm, steady.
"Thanks, Kim," I replied, taking a sip. The coffee was bitter. "Just a lot on my mind. Excited about the engagement, you know."
She nodded, her smile widening. "Of course! I'm so happy for you two. You deserve all the happiness in the world."
She left a few minutes later, humming a cheerful tune. The sound grated on my nerves. I watched her go, my hand clenching around the coffee cup. As soon as the door closed, I messaged future Jadon again.
"Did you regret it?" I asked, my thumb hovering over the send button. "Did you regret letting her do this to me?"
His reply was a long pause. Then: "Every day. But she made a good case. She said you were too trusting. Too naive. That you needed to be protected from your own generosity. She convinced me she was helping you, helping us."
The words were hollow. Empty. They offered no comfort.
That evening, Jadon was in the kitchen, humming a tune as he cooked dinner. The aroma of garlic and herbs filled our apartment. He made my favorite pasta dish. He looked happy. Content. He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"Rough day, honey?" he asked, his voice full of warmth. "You seem a little distracted."
I shook my head. "Just a lot of work. Deadlines."
"Well, you just relax," he said. "Let's talk about the wedding. Have you thought about colors? A venue?"
I forced a smile. "Whatever you want, Jadon. I trust your taste."
He beamed. He had no idea. The thought was a cold, hard lump in my chest.
Later, after Jadon had fallen asleep, I slipped out of bed. The silence of our apartment felt heavy. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water cascaded over me. I traced the faint scar on my right shoulder. It was an old scar. A memory.
I was thirteen. Kimberly and I were playing near the old abandoned construction site. She had dared me to climb a rickety scaffolding. She lost her footing. I grabbed her. The metal beam gave way. I pulled her to safety, but a jagged piece of rebar sliced my shoulder. She cried, saying she was so sorry. I told her it was okay. We were best friends. Sisters. We would always protect each other.
The memory brought a fresh wave of grief. The hot water couldn't wash away the bitterness. I picked up my phone. I needed more answers. All of them.
"Tell me everything," I typed to future Jadon. "No more half-truths. Everything."
His reply came in a series of fragmented messages. He started with my father. My heart seized.
"Your father… his heart condition… it wasn't supposed to be that bad. Not then," he wrote. "He could have been saved. The day he died… you were away, on a business trip. I had already arranged for the best team. Specialists."
Then, the messages stopped. The screen went blank. My heart pounded. My father. My sweet, kind father. He was my rock. My world. I couldn't breathe.
"What happened?!" I messaged, my hands shaking. "Jadon! What happened to my father?!"
No reply. I waited. The minutes stretched into hours. My phone remained silent. The fear was a living thing, clawing at my throat.
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9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
8.6
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
9.5
As the fetal monitor screamed in the delivery room, Danae begged the nurses to call her billionaire husband to save their dying baby.
Instead of Adrian, his chief lawyer arrived with a chilling directive: all emergency interventions were explicitly denied.
While security guards pinned her arms to the mattress, Danae was forced to listen to her baby's heartbeat flatline. The lawyer simply dropped divorce papers on her bed and walked out. A sympathetic doctor helped Danae fake her own death to escape the family. Stripped of her assets and kicked out into the freezing rain, she tried to drown herself with her child's ashes, only to be saved by a mysterious benefactor.
Three years later, Danae returned as a top medical researcher. But at a high-profile symposium, she crossed paths with Adrian and his new fiancée—a cheap lookalike of Danae. The woman maliciously staged a bloody miscarriage using a restricted chemical, perfectly framing Danae's lab for the crime.
Adrian pinned Danae against the wall, his eyes black with rage, vowing to make her beg for death. Three years ago, he let their real child die without even answering the phone. Now, he was ready to destroy her over a fake pregnancy.
Just as Adrian's private guards dragged her away to be locked up, the hospital doors were violently kicked open. A rival billionaire stepped in with a team of ruthless lawyers, shielding Danae behind his back and declaring war.