Trade Me for a Schemer? Enjoy Your Fall

After helping her boyfriend launch his firm and secure its first major deal, a woman expects a public acknowledgment of their love. Instead, he humiliates her by gifting his junior the largest share of the company. As the pair mocks her contributions, claiming the junior offers more potential, she calmly exits. In this modern billionaire romance, she decides to let them struggle alone, proving that she was the elite connection they could never afford to lose.

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The door slammed. Finally, some peace and quiet. Owen was pretty childish, wasn't he?

Only now did I realize that without the rose-colored filter I'd placed over him, he was nothing special.

Sitting in the cafe downstairs, I received a phone call.

"Ms. Shaw, I heard you're starting your own company. If that's the case, do you need any investors?"

Had word spread that quickly?

"How did you find out I'm going independent? I haven't announced anything publicly yet."

The caller chuckled. "Ms. Shaw, what happened at your company last night is all over the business circles. But I'm 100% in your corner. If you really do go independent, make sure you give me a call."

The sincerity in their tone was genuinely touching.

"Absolutely. I will." After hanging up, I smiled.

Without me and all my connections, how exactly did they plan to reach greater heights?

I received quite a few calls. Eventually I had someone spread the word that I'd definitely reach out, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish my handover work all morning.

After taking another call, I headed to the office to process my resignation and hand over my responsibilities.

The moment I walked through the company doors, I saw Lila perched on my desk, surrounded by colleagues fawning over her like she was royalty.

When they spotted me, a colleague immediately approached. "Charlotte, go buy everyone drinks."

"Why should I?"

I checked the time. I wasn't even late. Besides, I was resigning anyway. Being late didn't really matter anymore.

The person smiled smugly. "Mr. Hayes just said whoever gets here last has to buy treats for everyone. You were the last one here."

"Oh, forget it." Lila stepped forward, deliberately smoothing down her dress.

I recognized it. This was the outfit Owen had mentioned buying for her. "How could we possibly make Charlotte run errands for everyone? I'll go instead."

As she spoke, she raised her voice deliberately but made no move to actually leave. Right on cue, Owen emerged from his office.

When he noticed the dress Lila was wearing, his expression flickered for a moment before quickly returning to normal. He deliberately adjusted her hem and smiled.

"It looks even better on you than I imagined."

Everyone else started cheering and teasing them. Lila's face flushed red. She immediately glanced back at me.

Was she worried I'd still get jealous and cause a scene?

She was probably overthinking it. At this point, my heart was like still water. Nothing could stir it.

When I didn't react, Owen seemed dissatisfied. He said coldly, "I just announced that the last person to arrive has to buy treats for everyone. If you're not going to cooperate, what are you even doing here?"

A colleague immediately pointed at me. "Charlotte was the last one to arrive. And she says she's not going!"

Owen had known it was me all along. He sneered. "Go. If you don't, I'll actually fire you."

It seemed he was deliberately hiding and ignoring my resignation letter. He hadn't told anyone?

Seeing this, I stopped playing along. "Whether or not you actually fire me today doesn't matter. I came here to resign anyway."

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I was living as a ghost in a run-down trailer park, trying to outrun a past that would kill me if it ever caught up. Then the storm hit, and a dying monster collapsed through my door, bringing the smell of copper and the promise of a very different kind of death. I tried to defend myself with a cheap butcher knife, but Darius didn't just disarm me—he acquired me. Before the rain even stopped, I was drugged and whisked away on a private jet, waking up in a luxury penthouse that was nothing more than a high-tech cage overlooking the city skyline. He didn't just want my silence; he wanted total control. When I begged to check on my sick grandmother, he threw a manila envelope on the table filled with surveillance photos of her at her nursing home. "I own the board of that facility," he said, his voice cold as ice. "One call from me, and she dies alone on the street." He vetted my life in that trailer park down to my medical records and childhood diaries, convinced he had every lever of power needed to keep me obedient. He forced me into silk dresses and expected me to be his domestic pet, a quiet girl waiting for him to return from his world of shadows and blood. I played the part, letting him pull me into his lap and bury his face in my neck, pretending to be the broken girl he thought he’d bought. I watched his security cameras, calculated his blind spots, and waited for the moment his exhaustion outweighed his instinct. Darius thinks he knows me because he saw where I lived, but he’s never been more wrong. His investigators found the pauper, but they completely missed the princess with an Ivy League degree and a family name that carries more weight than his illegal empire. He thinks he’s the one holding the leash, but he has no idea who he’s actually brought into his home. The game has just begun, and this time, the "asset" is going to be the one who burns the house down.

Billionaire Horror Modern

8.7

He Cheated But I Was The Heiress

8.7

After enduring a marriage filled with betrayal and disrespect, a woman discovers her unfaithful husband has been hiding a dark side. However, the tables turn when her true identity as a powerful billionaire heiress is finally revealed. No longer the submissive wife, she steps into her immense inheritance to reclaim her dignity. Watch as she navigates high-society drama and exacts cold, calculated revenge on the man who dared to underestimate her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

I Became His Cure, They Lost Their Minds

9.8

Possessing a body with a unique nourishing effect, the protagonist suffers through two failed engagements. Her first fiancé broke his vows only to leave her out of guilt, while her second claimed she could never satisfy him. After discovering both men treating a mutual friend with the purity they denied her, she abandons her despair. Instead of ending her life, she accepts a deal to marry the Lowell family's son and treat his impotence, leaving her past betrayals behind.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

My Husband Forced Me to Serve His Mistress

8.1

For three long years, Nina tolerated a cold, loveless marriage to billionaire Nash. However, her world shatters when he brings his pregnant mistress home, demanding Nina serve her. This ultimate betrayal pushes her to finally seek a divorce, but Nash unexpectedly refuses to let her go. Now, Nina must navigate a web of manipulation and control as she fights for her freedom against a powerful man who won't release his hold on her life.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

My Quiet Wife Is An Elite Genius

7.6

I was the ultimate trophy wife, a polished ornament in Francisco Zimmerman’s billionaire empire. For three years, I perfected the "Zimmerman Wife Smile," playing the role of the devoted partner while smoothing the Egyptian cotton of his shirts. The illusion shattered when I stood outside his study and heard him laughing with his mistress, Annalise. "She’s just a vase that only knows how to smile," Francisco’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "As long as I pay the maintenance fees on time, she stays obedient." I walked out that night with nothing but a canvas bag and the clothes on my back. But Francisco wasn't finished with his "asset." He froze my bank accounts and used his massive influence to blacklist me from every interior design firm in New York. He tracked my phone, watching me struggle from the shadows, waiting for me to starve so I would crawl back to his mansion. He even showed up at the dive bar where I was playing piano for rent money, mocking my desperation. "You have technique, but no heart," he sneered, tossing a silver coin into my tip jar as if I were a beggar. "You're hollow, Iris. Just like your pride." I couldn't believe this was the same man whose life I had saved during a bloody night in Macau. To him, I wasn't a wife; I was a stock price that needed stabilizing. The more I fought for my independence, the tighter he pulled the net, determined to break my spirit until I had no choice but to return to his gilded cage. Then, the morning sickness hit. I realized I wasn't just carrying my own life anymore—I was carrying his heir. If Francisco found out, he would never let us go; he would turn my child into another "performance bonus" for his brand. Looking at the sonogram, I knew a divorce would never be enough to escape a man who thought he owned the world. "I'm not going back," I whispered, staring at his yacht moored in the harbor. "To save this baby, Iris Potter has to die."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

Reborn to Tame the Syndicate King

8.3

Waking with the memory of a bullet, Sienna seeks vengeance against the family that murdered her. She enters the den of the city's most lethal syndicate leader, Ronan Thorne, offering herself as his bride to secure his protection. Within his violent empire, she must navigate a world of cold-blooded monsters. Ronan remains unaware that Sienna is the secret angel who previously saved him, but she is now determined to never be a victim again.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

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