The Forsaken Bride

An accidental night of passion between Elena Vance and Cillian Thorne, the undisputed king of power in the capital, resulted in an unexpected pregnancy. However, Elena's envious sister, consumed by greed, stole her identity and successfully positioned herself as Cillian's true love. Elena was cast aside and branded a manipulative social climber who used a pregnancy to trap a man who loathed her. On their wedding night, while Elena was heavily pregnant, Cillian heartlessly sent her to the operating table. Despite her desperate pleas for the sake of their unborn child, Cillian remained cold: "You aren't worthy of carrying my legacy." He tormented her relentlessly until Elena "died" right before his eyes in a tragic accident. Four years later... Elena returns to the city, radiant, successful, and accompanied by a brilliant young child. Only then does Cillian realize he had been blinded by lies Elena was the woman he had been searching for all along. The once ruthless and tyrannical Cillian Thorne now kneels in the rain, clutching a diamond ring. "Elena, I was wrong. Let me take you and our child home." She only offers a frigid smile and looks down at her son. "Look closely, darling. Remember this face. This is the monster who wanted to kill you before you were even born."

Chapters

Chapter 1

Hot, so hot... Elena Vance restlessly unbuttoned her collar and opened her eyes. Immediately, the overwhelming presence of a strange man assaulted her senses as he kissed her! In the darkness, Elena panicked. How could there be a man in her bed? Was her cousin, Daphne Vance, really planning to ruin her?

The man's strength was immense. Lately, Elena had been forced to give blood every three days to treat her sister's illness. Already weakened, she was no match for him.

"Let me go... who are you? Let go!" Elena struggled desperately. The man pinned her arms down, stopping her from pushing him away. They were so close she could feel his heavy breath and racing heartbeat. His kisses trailed from her lips down to her collarbone. Weak and helpless, her voice cracked with tears. "Please... don't touch me..."

His breath was domineering, and his hoarse voice commanded, "Kiss me."

"You jerk, let me go!" Elena cried out, but the man took her into the depths of despair.

The Morning After

When she woke, it was almost dawn. Elena looked at the man beside her his back turned and cried her heart out. Her cousin, Daphne Vance, was truly heartless! To please her own sister, Daphne had forbidden Elena from seeing her sweetheart, Jackson Reed, and arranged for a stranger to ruin her purity. Now, Elena felt she could never face Jackson again.

However, this was an opportunity to escape. She refused to be a permanent prisoner, supplying bone marrow and blood to her sister. Elena scrambled into her clothes, intending to sneak away. In her haste, she didn't notice a jade pendant bracelet slip from her wrist onto the carpet. Before vanishing, she caught one glimpse of the man in the dim light: a prominent lion tattoo across his broad back.

The Swap

In a nearby alley, Elena was intercepted by Daphne Vance. "Trying to run? Not so easy!" Several burly men grabbed Elena, muzzling her and dragging her toward a van.

Daphne then hurried back to the hotel room to retrieve the hidden camera footage, intending to use the video of the "sleazy old man" to destroy Elena's reputation. But when she watched the screen, she gasped. The man in the video wasn't the drunk she had hired.

"It's... it's Cillian Thorne! His legs..." Daphne smashed the device in a jealous rage. She couldn't believe Elena's luck. But then, a vicious plan formed. She called the driver in the van: "Release Elena. Let her run!"

"What?" the driver stammered.

"I said let her go! Did you not hear me?" Daphne's voice was icy. Only if Elena disappeared could Daphne step into her place.

The Emperor's Search

In the suite, Cillian Thorne woke with murderous intent. The woman from last night was gone. He called his assistant, Philip Woods. "Investigate the woman from last night. Find her and kill her without mercy."

Cillian had been set up and drugged, stumbling into this room in desperation. He assumed the girl was part of the trap. But as he stood up to shower, he stepped on something: the jade charm bracelet.

His heart stopped. This was the token he had given a little girl who saved his life years ago. Could it be her? He pulled back the sheet, seeing the maiden's mark left behind. His cold heart softened.

He immediately called Philip back.

"Change of plans. Find the woman. Check if she has a ghost orchid birthmark on her shoulder. If she does, bring her to me... and prepare the wedding. I'm going to marry her."

One Month Later

Elena Vance emerged from a small clinic, clutching a positive pregnancy test. She was overwhelmed by despair. She was pregnant, and the doctor warned that her weakened state made an abortion life-threatening.

She had been hiding in the slums of North City, scavenging to survive, away from the Vance family's reach. But as she stood on the sidewalk, a black limousine pulled up.

"Are you Elena Vance?" a man in a suit asked.

"No... you have the wrong person," she whispered, backing away.

The man ignored her, reporting to the figure in the car: "Young Master Seven, she has been found."

The window rolled down, revealing Cillian Thorne's stern profile. "Take her away."

Elena was forced into the car, blindfolded. In the struggle, her pregnancy test fell to the pavement. Philip Woods picked it up, his brow furrowing as he read the result.

When the blindfold was finally removed, Elena found herself in a room decorated in wedding crimson. Before her sat Cillian Thorne in his wheelchair, radiating an intense, suffocating pressure.

His first words struck her like lightning:

"Surgery or a medical abortion which do you prefer?"

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Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge. There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her—drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his. But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy. Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye. Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence—offshore accounts in her name—Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison. Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all—the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life? Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently—she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

9.7

Free At Last, Untouchable Now

9.7

For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."

Modern Romance

8.0

His Vow Broke, Her Empire Woke

8.0

I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair. They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves. Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment. But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger. In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

No Second Chances, Ex-husband

8.6

I was in love with Ethan Black, a brilliant man with big dreams. I gave him my twenties, my body, my loyalty. I worked three jobs while he chased his startup dreams. And when he finally made it, he became a stranger. Then I found out he got another woman pregnant, the same woman who dumped him in college when his family lost everything. That nearly destroyed me. But I stayed. I told myself love was worth it. But nothing could prepare me for the day he left our four-year-old daughter home alone... to go see her. And our little girl died. I buried my child and with her, the woman I used to be. Now, I live for one thing only: Revenge. He took everything from me. Now I'll take everything from him. He doesn't know it yet... but I'm not the same woman he left behind. And by the time I'm done, he'll wish he never met me.

Modern Romance Young Adult

7.4

The Enforcer's Jilted Princess

7.4

Tomorrow was my wedding day to Jason Brennan, the heir to a powerful Mafia family. My family, the Falcones, had even taken in an orphaned girl, Elena, treating her like my own sister. But in my nightmare of a past life, I choked on my own blood, poisoned by the arsenic Elena slipped into my food every day. As I lay agonizingly close to death, Jason stood over me with a cold laugh, holding Elena in his arms. "We just needed the Falcone wealth, Bella. And the docks." Then came the gunfire. I was forced to watch them slaughter my father and my brother, tearing my family out by the roots. After my death, Elena even spread vicious rumors that I was a barren spinster, twisting their foul betrayal into a tragic tale of noble sacrifice to completely destroy my legacy. The metallic tang of my own blood was so real I could still taste the ash. I didn't understand why the girl my family sheltered for eight years would repay our charity with such venom. And I understood even less how the man who swore to love me could orchestrate my brutal murder without a shred of hesitation. Bolting upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, I realized I had returned to the night before my wedding. This time, I wouldn't just cancel the engagement. I would hand their treason directly to the Mafia's most terrifying Enforcer, and watch them burn.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

The Fake Mute's Spectacular Revenge Game

8.0

Madeline slammed the prenuptial agreement onto the table, forcing Danielle to sign herself away as a "blood bag" bride. To secure her mother's safety, Danielle was sold to the ruthless, comatose billionaire Deforest Stuart. She kept her head down, perfectly playing the role of a terrified, broken mute. But on her wedding night, Deforest's sister set a vicious trap, dragging Danielle to a hotel to be ruined by a sleazy investor. Danielle was prepared to escape, but the hotel door was suddenly smashed open by a massive figure. It wasn't the investor. It was her comatose husband, Deforest, temporarily awakened by a violent, drug-induced rage. In the pitch-black room, he pinned her down, mistaking her scent for a ghost from his past, and violently claimed her. She fled before dawn, only to be blinded by camera flashes. His sister dragged her back to the Stuart manor, ripping her collar open under the chandelier to expose the dark hickeys on her neck. "Throw this shameless whore out into the street!" the matriarch ordered. Danielle's eyes grew cold. If they kicked her out now, her years of planning to tear this rotten family apart would be completely destroyed. No one believed that the monster who assaulted her was the very man lying perfectly still in the medical wing. Playing the frantic mute, Danielle dragged the family to his bedroom. Right as the guards reached for her, she launched herself onto the bed, crushing her weight directly onto Deforest's chest. A second later, the "comatose" tyrant's eyes snapped open with murderous rage, and her real game of revenge finally began.

Action Modern Romance

The Forsaken Bride

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