Trash Groom, Stolen Gown

After years abroad, the Vance heiress returns to fulfill her childhood betrothal, only to find her fiancé has given her million-dollar custom wedding gown to a girl he secretly supports. Labeled a villain for demanding her property back, she faces a groom who expects her to tolerate his betrayal. Choosing to treat the dress and her unfaithful partner as mere charity, she breaks the engagement to reclaim her dignity and power in this high-stakes modern romance.

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I had an old injury in my leg. The pain pierced straight to the bone, and I shoved her away instinctively.

She fell to the floor and immediately burst into tears, sitting there and wailing.

Annoyed, I pulled out my phone and called Alistair.

He answered quickly enough, but his tone was thick with impatience. "Sheila, I'm busy right now. The company just landed a major project. Didn't you say you were going to look at the wedding dress? Why are you calling me?"

"Alistair," I snapped, "get your ass to the bridal shop right now. The woman you're keeping—what right does she have to touch my wedding dress?"

He paused for a moment, then brushed it off without a second thought. "What woman are you talking about? Who's been filling your head with nonsense again? I know you're upset I didn't go dress shopping with you, but this isn't the time to throw a tantrum. I'm busy. I'm hanging up."

With that, he actually ended the call.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

'Fine. Since you're treating me with such indifference, then I won't wear this tainted wedding dress ever again,' I decided.

But Alistair would have to give me an explanation.

I struggled to my feet, my heart aching for my mother's painstaking effort. Now that the dress had been sullied, I would never keep it.

The gown lay on the floor. I stepped forward and casually lifted a corner of it, gripping the most delicate part of the hem. With one hard pull, I ripped it clean off.

That woman's eyes turned red with fury. She lunged at me like a madwoman.

"How dare you ruin my wedding dress! You bitch! I'll kill you! Do you know who my husband is? He's the heir of the Huxley Group! I'm calling the police! Now!"

I sneered and dialed the police before she could.

The dress was worth a million, making it a serious case. The police arrived quickly.

After they came, I learned that the woman's surname wasn't even Huxley. Her name was Lisa Smith, a poor college student sponsored by the Huxley family. After graduation, she had stayed by Alistair's side as his assistant.

Everyone knew what kind of relationship they had. But since I was about to return home, Alistair publicly claimed Lisa was his adopted sister. That was why outsiders all called her Miss Huxley.

"Officer," Lisa sobbed to the police, "a month ago, my husband told me he ordered a wedding dress for me at this shop and asked me to come take a look. That dress has been altered to fit my body for over a month. My husband even paid the deposit! Today, this crazy woman destroyed my wedding dress the moment she walked in. Lock her up!"

The bridal shop manager rushed forward to back her up.

"That's right. This lady is Mr. Huxley's girlfriend. He often brings her to our shop. This wedding dress has been altered to Miss Huxley's measurements for a long time. We never expected something like this to happen. The damage has nothing to do with our shop—it was all done by this woman."

The manager pointed straight at me.

The police stepped up in front of me.

"Miss, you claim this wedding dress belongs to you. Do you have any proof?"

"Of course I do," I replied calmly. "This shop is a personal brand founded by the world's top designer. My wedding dress was personally designed by him. To prevent counterfeiting, there's a chip embedded inside the gown. A simple scan will reveal the owner's information."

I raised my wrist.

"And this bracelet is the matching device used to scan that chip."

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Elara lost all trust in humanity after she caught her boyfriend with her best friend on her birthday... They showed no remorse. She needed a reason to keep on living; a child. So she went to a bar intending to spend the night with a handsome bartender and possibly get pregnant. But she mistook the rooms and ended up spending the night with the elite billionaire; Jayden Bryes. Jayden Bryes had been celibate since he lost his girlfriend two years ago, yet a mysterious stranger broke it... A stranger he couldn't find. 5 years later, Elara returned with two boys and a determination not to meet up with anyone from her past. Instead, as soon as she arrived, she not only met up with a past nemesis but gained a new one as well. And they were even worse than the past. Just two weeks... But what if the father of her children, the 'bartender' refused to let her go after the said time ends? ... "This is insane. You can't just do this to a stranger." I trashed, trying to remove the ropes from my hands. "Yeah, I could have said the same thing when you forced yourself on me that night." When have I ever forced myself to... Wait, That night? What night? Then it hit me. I blinked, could he be... "Are you the bartender?!"

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over My Dying Mother

9.6

When her mother’s life hangs in the balance, a desperate wife turns to her wealthy husband for the funds needed for surgery. Instead of offering support, he heartlessly abandons her to spend the night with his mistress, leaving his mother-in-law to die. Devastated by his betrayal and the tragic loss, she finally severs ties with the billionaire. Now, she seeks a new path forward, fueled by the pain of his cruelty and her own resilience.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

My Fair CEO Husband Took His Secretary’s Side

8.0

Aria thought her marriage to Zack was secure, but his coldness and defense of his secretary, Odessa, shatter her illusions. Walking away from both her husband and her career, she encounters Nicholas, Zack’s formidable old-money rival. As Nicholas wraps her in a world of intense devotion and seductive luxury, a regretful Zack fights to reclaim her. Aria must choose between the husband who cast her aside and the powerful man determined to possess her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

My Husband Betrayed Us for His Pregnant Mistress

8.8

After years of devotion, my world shattered when I discovered my billionaire husband’s secret life. He didn't just break our vows; he discarded our family for a pregnant mistress, leaving me to face a cold, public betrayal. Now, as he prioritizes his new flame and their unborn child, I must navigate the ruins of our marriage. This is a story of heartbreak and resilience as a woman finds the strength to reclaim her life after the ultimate deception.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.0

Spare Part Wife: Liver For His Mistress

7.0

I wore my favorite emerald silk dress to Per Se, thinking our third anniversary would finally be the night Darius came back to me. My heart was pounding with hope, but the moment he covered the rim of my champagne glass with a cold, marble-like hand, that hope died. He didn't bring a gift; he brought a personal assistant and a medical consent form. His ex-girlfriend, Hazel, was dying of liver failure, and I was the only compatible match they had found in the world. The realization hit me like a physical blow: he hadn’t married me for love, but for a "harvest." When I screamed that I wasn't a spare part, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he threatened to pull the funding for my grandmother’s Alzheimer’s care, holding the only family I had left hostage to save his "one who got away." He locked me in our penthouse under a high-tech security protocol, guarded by private contractors like a prisoner in a gilded cage. While I was trapped, he was at the hospital holding Hazel’s hand, wearing the Patek Philippe watch I’d bought him for his birthday. I watched their updates on social media, Hazel tagging him as her "hero" and "true love," while I was left alone in the dark. Darius told his lawyers I was just being "dramatic" and that I’d get over it once the settlement check cleared. Every memory of our three years together felt like a long-term investment in an organ transplant. How could I have been so blind? How could the man who promised to cherish me turn into a monster who only saw me as a regenerating asset? I stopped fighting and started calculating. I agreed to the surgery on one condition: a signed divorce decree and an ironclad trust for my grandmother that he could never touch. I refused his millions, took back my maiden name, and walked into that hospital with my head held high. I was giving them the piece of me they wanted, but it was the last thing they would ever take. As the elevator doors closed on Darius's desperate face, I knew that when I woke up, I would finally be free.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

7.9

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

Billionaire Modern Romance

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