男朋友是京圈大少爷. 恋爱七年,他对我冷淡,人前人后,没人知道他女朋友的存在. 明知道我心心念念结婚,他却公然送了白月光一枚定制款的戒指. 两人热吻视频曝光,我才知道他爱一个人的时候也是那样难舍难分,热烈赤诚. 后来,他堵住了我,声音颤抖:"能不能不分手?孩子需要一个父亲,我们结婚吧." 我冷静地推开他. "晚了,你和孩子我都不要了."
男朋友是京圈大少爷. 恋爱七年,他对我冷淡,人前人后,没人知道他女朋友的存在. 明知道我心心念念结婚,他却公然送了白月光一枚定制款的戒指. 两人热吻视频曝光,我才知道他爱一个人的时候也是那样难舍难分,热烈赤诚. 后来,他堵住了我,声音颤抖:"能不能不分手?孩子需要一个父亲,我们结婚吧." 我冷静地推开他. "晚了,你和孩子我都不要了."
My boyfriend is a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles.
We've been in a relationship for seven years, yet he remains distant. In public and private, no one knows I exist as his girlfriend.
Despite knowing how much I yearn deeply for marriage, he openly gave a custom-made ring to his idealized first love.
When a video of them passionately kissing surfaced, I realized he could be so deeply and fervently in love with someone else.
Later, he cornered me, his voice trembling, "Can we not break up?
The child needs a father. Let's get married."
I calmly pushed him away.
"It's too late. I don't want either you or the child."
Just ten minutes before the video of Julian and Emilee's kiss went viral, I had requested a leave of absence.
The director looked at me helplessly, "Your career is on the rise, and the hospital intends to promote you to chief physician. Taking leave now..."
"If you insist on this, I'm afraid the opportunity will have to go to someone else."
I touched my abdomen and smiled, "Director, I'm pregnant."
After seven years with Julian, no one anticipated this child more than I did.
I once overheard him talking to a friend.
His voice had never been so gentle, "A child?
They're quite adorable. Having one wouldn't be bad."
For years, Julian was known for his impeccable reputation and moral integrity.
I sweetly thought it was time to marry and have children.
That night, I cautiously hugged his waist and softly asked, "We've been together for seven years. Can we start planning our wedding?"
He was silent for a long time, his eyes deep enough to hold the moonlight, before he lowered his head to silence my incessant chatter with a kiss.
That night, he was unusually persistent, not letting me go until dawn.
The next morning, he left for a business trip abroad.
This child was a gift from that night.
As I left the director's office with a smile, my phone buzzed with a message from my mom.
A short video clip.
In an underground parking lot, the headlights of a Maybach-a symbol of luxury-were on full blast.
Two entwined figures were elongated by the lights, tangled in an intimate embrace.
The woman wore a form-fitting black mermaid gown, a white mink coat precariously hanging from her elbow, her slender waist encircled by the man's arm clad in a deep blue suit.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Julian's job often required him to travel, and that deep blue suit was one I had personally ironed to perfection.
My mom's messages kept popping up: "Isn't that Julian? How can you not keep your man in check?"
"Your brother is about to get married and buy a house. Don't mess things up right before the finish line!"
I didn't reply, just shakily opened the video again.
The woman's face appeared clearly on the screen.
That exquisite, beautiful face clung to Julian, bearing a seven-part resemblance to mine, yet far more captivating and intense.
I stared for a long time until the phone screen went dark, reflecting a pale, bloodless face.
Suddenly, I realized-I was probably just a stand-in.
My relationship with Julian was an accident.
Seven years ago, I was just a fresh graduate, a novice.
On my way to an internship, I accidentally saved Zoie, Julian's mother.
She was profusely grateful, but when she saw my face, she paused, then cryptically mentioned that I had a connection with her son.
To thank me for saving her, she invited me to dinner.
That evening, Julian arrived late.
Upon meeting me, he hugged my waist with reddened eyes, his hot palm gripping my wrist, his voice trembling, "I really like you. Please don't leave. Stay with me."
I hastily pulled away, looking at Zoie in surprise, only to see her smiling with pursed lips.
"Yvonne, Julian has a good impression of you."
The next morning, Julian stood outside my apartment with a bouquet of lilies.
I remember clearly, he wore a dark brown coat and gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes sharp and deep beneath the lenses.
But when he saw me, they softened, and he smiled.
"Yvonne, I really like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
I was tempted.
In front of me was a perfect opportunity to escape my original family, one that was hard to refuse.
I was born into a family that traditionally favors boys over girls, with a younger brother who was a constant drain.
My mom threatened to kick me out if I didn't hand over my salary for her to manage.
I had no better option.
So, even though his affection came so abruptly, I agreed.
We lived like polite strangers for half a year. He was a gentleman, never overstepping boundaries.
Until that day, I softened and went home for my mom's birthday. After a drink, I felt dizzy and feverish.
My mom cheerfully brought an older man to my room.
"This is my daughter, Yvonne, an honors graduate from a prestigious university, working as a doctor in a prestigious tertiary hospital in the city."
"Having a smart son in the future is worth the twenty thousand."
It was Julian who appeared out of nowhere, wrapping me in his suit jacket with concern, resolving everything for me.
How could I not fall for him?
Unfortunately, it wasn't until this moment that I understood.
The so-called supposed love at first sight was a lie.
Saving me from danger was merely because he couldn't bear to see someone with the face of his beloved being bullied.
That was all.
For seven years, I was his property. The lover and most trusted operative of Damian Benjamin, Veridian City' s ruthless kingpin. I took bullets for him, balanced his bloody books, and foolishly mistook his possessiveness for love. Then, he ordered me to seduce his rival, Earl Reid. It was all a cruel scheme to win the heart of another woman. I followed his orders, luring Earl into a hotel suite at a gala, only for Damian to burst in with the press. He publicly shamed me, leaving me naked and exposed as his true love called me trash. My seven-year devotion was shattered by the man I thought was my savior. But as the camera flashes blinded me, Earl Reid, the man I was sent to destroy, shielded my body from the world. He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and made an announcement that sealed my fate. "We're getting married."
Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. My parents stood over my unrecognizable body in the marsh, complaining that I hadn't returned their calls. To my father, the lead detective, and my mother, the Chief Medical Examiner, I was just another "Jane Doe" who made bad life choices. While I watched as a ghost, my mother scoffed at the silver bracelet on my wrist-the one I made for her-calling it "tacky street trash." They spent the morning dissecting my injuries, all while praising my adopted sister, Hope, and grumbling about how I was "acting out" by missing her violin recital. They called me irresponsible and ungrateful, unaware that I had been kidnapped and murdered as revenge for one of my father's old cases. I screamed silently as they dismissed my death as the result of a "rebellious lifestyle." The insults only stopped when they found the waterproof capsule in my stomach. My father' s hands trembled as he read the note inside: "An eye for an eye, Detective Hood." Then, my mother saw the scar on my flank-the unmistakable mark of the kidney donation I had given to their perfect daughter.
Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. I lay dying on a hospital gurney, my internal organs crushed from shielding my sister during the crash. Yet, my parents were down the hall, cooing over Estrella' s minor scratches while ignoring my fading pulse. "She' s faking it for attention," my father spat. "She' ll regret this stunt when she gets home." When the nurse frantically told them I was gone, my mother didn't shed a tear. She laughed. "Nice try," she sneered at the nurse. "Tell Carolina to stop playing dead. It' s pathetic." My spirit watched helplessly as they turned my funeral into a performance, painting me as the "difficult" child who finally ruined their lives. I thought my suffering was over, but then a violent pull dragged me back from the void. I opened my eyes in a stranger's body-Claire Tillman, a billionaire heiress betrayed by her fiancé. Now armed with a new face and unlimited resources, I realized I had a second chance. I wasn't just going to survive; I was going to destroy the fiancé who wronged Claire, and then I was coming for the family that let me die.
My soul floated above the cold asphalt, watching my own naked body lying lifelessly on the street. I was 30, a successful architect, but all I heard were whispers of judgment-that I' d thrown my life away for Olivia. Everyone knew she never loved me, that she was always with Daniel. To die like this, discarded and forgotten, was nothing short of a pathetic waste. Then, a strange, swirling pain, and I woke up not dead, but screaming, my left hand wrapped in a bloody rag. A finger was freshly severed. Before me, tied to a chair, was Daniel. And holding a bloody knife, cold and impatient, stood Olivia. My mind reeled: this was ten years ago, the very day my life began its downward spiral. The kidnapping, the torture, the moment Olivia chose Daniel over me, leaving me for dead. The memory of my actual death, the whispers of strangers judging my wasted life, burned clearer than any past pain. I watched her look at Daniel, her choice already made in her eyes, just like before. I was nothing to her. I had always been nothing. The desperate love, the years of pining-it all turned to ashes. Why was I back? Why was I forced to relive this cruel charade, knowing the tragic end it led to? The injustice, the utter pointlessness of my devotion, fueled a cold, hard fury I' d never known. This time, something inside me snapped. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I' d escape. I' d use every shred of memory I had from the future I' d just left, every bitter lesson learned, to break free and forge a life entirely my own, a life where Olivia had no place.
The world snapped back into focus with a single doorbell chime. It was Debra Fowler, standing on my porch, a clipboard in her trembling hands, her face a mask of grief. My best friend, Molly, stood in my kitchen, a bright, helpful smile on her face. This scene was hauntingly familiar. I knew this exact moment. I remembered the cold dread that followed, the fall down the porch stairs, the cracking sound as my head hit the concrete. The memory was so vivid it felt like watching a movie of my own death. Molly had smiled as she helped set the trap that killed me. She wanted me dead. She wanted my house, my inheritance, and Matthew, Debra' s charismatic, cheating husband. They had a simple, brutal plan: frame me for weakening Caleb, use his death to turn the neighborhood against me, then get rid of me. In the first timeline, it worked perfectly. But I was back. This time, I knew everything.
My eyes shot open in "The Daily Grind," our favorite coffee shop, the bitter taste of espresso echoing a nightmare I couldn't shake. Across from me, my boyfriend, Ethan, scrolled on his phone seemingly oblivious, while the barista, Sabrina Chavez, zeroed in on my new work laptop. Her sweet voice dripped with poison as she commented on my "corporate" success, hinting at how Ethan "worked so hard" and how "nice" it must be to afford luxuries. But her words weren't sweet to me; they were a chilling echo of a vivid nightmare, a terrifying memory of betrayal, public humiliation, and ultimately, absolute despair. In that fading dream, this very conversation was the first domino in an avalanche that buried my career, my reputation, and eventually, my life, ending with a handful of pills. I watched her, a chilling certainty settling in my bones: Sabrina, the "sweet small-town girl," wanted Ethan, but more, she wanted my life, and she saw me as nothing but an obstacle. The memory of the nightmare became horrifyingly clear: a spilled coffee, a piercing gun, a Hepatitis C diagnosis, my life in ruins, ending tragically. But this time, I wasn't just remembering; I was reliving the day it all began, and in this horrifying déjà vu, one thing was crystal clear. This time, I would not be the victim.
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."
For three years, Deanna endured scorn in a one-sided marriage. When Connor forced her to choose between her career and a divorce, she didn't hesitate-she walked away. Determined to reclaim her birthright, Deanna returned as the brilliant heiress to a medical conglomerate. Her ex and his family begged for another chance, but it was too late. With a tycoon father, a legendary healer mother, a CEO brother who adored her, and a showbiz powerhouse sibling, Deanna's life overflowed with power. Even her arrogant rival, heir to billions, only ever had a soft spot for her.
I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me. Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years. The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought. I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction. With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun.
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