The Betrayer's Inheritance

A perfect afternoon shattered in an instant, taking my five-year-old son, Leo, who was skipping happily by my side. I was critically injured, rushed into surgery, my world already in pieces. But a strange genetic immunity to anesthetics meant I woke up. And I heard everything. My husband, Mark, calm and cold, told the doctor, "Remove her uterus. Make sure she can't have any more children." Then, a phone call. "The kid is handled," he muttered. "Payment is on its way." Leo wasn't an accident. He was "handled." My own husband had our son murdered, and was making me barren to clear obstacles for his other family – a mistress and the teenage son he' d hidden for years. Every shared moment, every memory, a calculated lie. My son' s short life, reduced to an inconvenience to be erased. At Leo's funeral, Mark, his secret family, and his mother celebrated, flaunting their wealth. His other son, Brody, deliberately kicked Leo's scattered ashes, sneering, "Guess he's really scattered now." The depths of their depravity turned my raw grief into a cold, unbreakable resolve. They thought me broken, unstable, weak. They had no idea that beneath my feigned unconsciousness, a different battle had just begun. I faked my own death, but my meticulous justice was just beginning.

Our baby boy was gone, a tiny knitted cap all that remained. Seven months, and we nearly made it. But before I could even properly grieve, my wife, Izzy, obsessed over her ex, Julian. She' d already made the ultimate sacrifice for him: our son, a victim of a desperate, experimental "cure." Julian arrived like a conquering hero, smirking, ready to exploit our ancient, sacred land, Whisperwind Hollow, for his "wellness retreat." My mother, the Keeper of the Hollow, tried to warn them, and for that, she collapsed to Julian's taunts. Izzy, blinded by devotion, dismissed my pleas, then knocked me unconscious when I dared to defend myself. I woke up to hear they'd faked my death. I, the grieving father and son, was now a "dead man," manipulated, then "murdered" again, thrown into the raging river. But the true horror was yet to come: Izzy planned to use our baby' s ashes in a twisted ritual to "cleanse" Julian. The depths of her betrayal, the calculated cruelty, left me numb, then burning with a cold, clear rage. Pulled from the river by those loyal to the Hollow, I finally understood. This land, my heritage, it amplifies what's within. Julian' s darkness would be his undoing, and Izzy's choices, her folly-they brought us here. Now, alive and hidden, I would become what I was always meant to be: the true Keeper, ready to reflect their malice back at them.

My wedding was just around the corner. Instead, I was in a hospital watching my mother, Eleanor, fight for her life. She'd suffered a massive heart attack, triggered when she found my fiancé and best friend, Sarah, together in my bed. Doctors said she needed a new heart; I, a perfect match, gave mine without a second thought. But my mother died, despite my sacrifice. I woke up with a state-of-the-art artificial heart, enduring a dull, persistent ache that became my constant shadow for seven agonizing years. Julian, the renowned cardiothoracic surgeon who performed the transplant, became my 'savior' and then my husband, showering me with concern. Then, a whispered conversation cut through the silence of his study, turning my world upside down. I overheard Julian confessing everything: he orchestrated my mother's illness and death to steal my healthy heart, not for her, but for his beloved stepsister, Chloe. He even admitted he saw me as a mere 'vessel,' a backup plan for Chloe's well-being. The woman now living with my original heart, Chloe, later gleefully admitted she was the one who engineered my mother's heart attack. The realization was a punch to the gut, a burning injustice that consumed me. My seven years of suffering, my mother's death, my shattered life – all for a manipulative scheme. My body was failing, but my spirit, fueled by rage and a cold, clear determination, ignited. I would not just survive; I would expose them, reclaim my life, and ensure they paid for every single beat of pain they had inflicted.

I was Sarah Miller, Marcus Thorne' s wife, a public asset in his gleaming empire. Our life, from galas to high-stakes business, was a meticulously crafted facade. But Marcus' s true devotion was reserved for Vivian Hayes, his late partner' s widow and mother of his son, Leo. He canceled our feverish daughter Lily' s doctor' s appointment because Leo had a "sniffle." He fired a man for upsetting Vivian. I was always the shield, absorbing his neglect, but the line blurred when I confronted him about Vivian' s abuse of Lily. He didn' t just dismiss it; he raised his hand. Not at me, but at our own daughter. He slapped Lily, a sharp, sickening crack across her small cheek. Time stopped. Lily cried out, a small, choked sound. Marcus, his face a mask of cold indifference, simply muttered about "respecting Vivian." Later that night, reeking of Vivian' s cloying perfume, he attempted a reconciliation, only to abandon me again when she called with another supposed "panic attack." My little girl, her cheek still red, crept into my room, quietly, heartbreakingly. Her small hand found mine. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice clear despite the pain, "He' s left us for her a hundred times." Her words, old with a child' s painful wisdom, finally shattered the last, desperate shred of my endurance and hope. The final piece of my former self crumbled to dust. She looked at me, her eyes resolute. "Let' s go. We don' t need him." And in that moment, as she clung to me, I knew this wasn't just about escape. We wouldn't just leave quietly. No. We would make them pay. All of them.

My name was Alex Mason, a PMC operator, and I thought I had it all: a thriving career, a top-tier team, and a beautiful fiancée, Sophia. But a mission gone sideways, thanks to my boss's arrogant son, ripped my world apart. The day after I reported it, my entire identity, every safe house, my very existence, was auctioned off on the dark web for pocket change. I went to Sophia, aching and bleeding, seeking refuge, only to overhear her on the phone, casually selling my real-time GPS coordinates and psychological profile like a cheap side hustle. My blood ran cold, but the true horror was yet to come. Weeks later, I woke up in a public hospital, a John Doe, my body broken. Sophia and her brother Derek stood by my bed, feigning concern, after they had drugged me, delivered me to my enemies, and filmed my brutal public beating to sell for $9.99 online. The woman I loved had not only betrayed me but profited from my utter humiliation. Stripped of everything, my dignity shattered, I was utterly broken. How could someone I was going to marry orchestrate such a monstrous act? Why did she want me destroyed, broadcasted for the world to see? They wanted Alex Mason dead, and that' s exactly what happened. My true identity buried, I emerged from the ashes of my old life. Under a new name, Ben Carter, I' m building a life I never thought possible, and this time, I won't just survive; I'll reclaim everything they stole.

My boyfriend Ben and I had been together for seven years. He was the golden boy of our CS department, always helping everyone. But then Jessica, a new junior, entered the picture. His "mentorship" quickly escalated, from late-night, winky-face DMs to public declarations of needing his "heroic" help. When I expressed discomfort, Ben dismissed me, accusing me of being "sensitive" or "dramatic." He even publicly sided with Jessica during her fake apologies. He cancelled our anniversary trip to "save" her hackathon project. Jessica brazenly flaunted their cozy "study session" on social media, on my birthday. Campus rumors soon turned into a full-blown smear campaign, discrediting my academic achievements. The ultimate betrayal came when Ben weaponized my deepest trauma against me, calling me "paranoid." Then he actively sabotaged my career and punished my best friend for defending me. My heart shattered. How could the man I loved for seven years become this cold, cruel stranger, so blind to manipulation? I was heartbroken, but a cold anger ignited. I wouldn't just sit there and watch my life crumble. I quietly gathered every piece of evidence against Jessica's malicious scheme. I poured all my shattered energy into securing the most coveted internship in tech-the very one Ben had always dreamed of. The truth, and my triumph, were about to be revealed.

"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"

Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...

Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"

Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion.  Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.

After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.

She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"