She Jumped off The BuildingBut I Died by Fruity Lychee

Modern

My husband of three years, Arthur Vanderbilt, came home smelling of his mistress's perfume and threw divorce papers on our marble kitchen island. He demanded I sign away all rights to our assets for a five-million-dollar "severance," calling me a leech his family picked up from the suburbs to solve a temporary PR crisis. When I refused and demanded my four percent equity in the Vanderbilt Group, he and his mistress, Serena, launched a vicious smear campaign. They planted false stories on Wall Street forums, accusing me of laundering money for an Eastern European crime syndicate. They tried to force my hand with a check for five hundred million, which I tore up and threw in his face. To them, I was just a trophy wife they could easily discard. They had no idea that the "leech" they so despised was the anonymous investor who had secretly bailed out their entire company three years ago, saving them from bankruptcy. Their final move was to hire an actress to publicly accuse me of fraud in the lobby of the most powerful law firm in Manhattan. They didn't realize I was there to retain the firm's most ruthless lawyer. After security threw them out, I looked my replacement in the eye and made her a promise. "Prepare for an FBI probe into perjury and corporate defamation."

Fantasy

My spirit watched. That’s all I could do while my life slipped away. My eight-year-old son, Finn, begged his mother, Laura, to help me. I was gasping, mid-asthma attack. But Laura, my wife, pulled away, eyes flicking to the door. She dismissed me as "dramatic," a lie whispered by her manipulative e

Mafia

I spent five years protecting Grafton Mcleod, the ruthless King of Chicago. Not because I loved him, but because I swore a blood oath to his dying brother to keep him alive. On the day my contract ended, I placed my resignation on his desk. Grafton didn't just refuse it; he laughed. "You don't re

Romance

On the day of my wedding, I was stabbed, left to die... and forgotten. While I bled in my wedding dress, my fiancé married my sister. And my adoptive family, the people who I thought loved me never even looked for me. They all moved on like I never existed. I thought my world had ended. But I refuse

Romance

I walked out of Chino State Prison, a free man, but my body carried a death sentence. The clanging gates closed behind me, a period at the end of five lost years. The California sun felt too bright on my face, and my lungs burned with the fatal lung cancer I’d contracted inside. I had one final wish

Mafia

I was the Mafia Princess of the Wolfe family, engaged to Daniel Marino to unite our powerful syndicates. But during a hit at a speakeasy, we were both gunned down. As my chest was torn apart by a Tommy gun, I looked at my fiancé, expecting him to reach for me. Instead, there was no despair in his

Romance

I escaped after three years, coughing up blood, only to be diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Returning home, I found my house the same, but a sheriff' s car was parked outside, and a folded document, my death certificate, was handed to my husband, Ethan. Inside, the smell of my stew filled the

Werewolf

I was a Vampire Princess, mated and married to an Alpha werewolf. But our child was neither vampire nor werewolf; he was nothing but a scrawny, feral mutt. In a fit of rage, Kaelen killed him and banished me. To save my baby, I drained every drop of my magic and died completely. Five hundred yea

Modern

Ava Rodriguez clawed for breath, her chest a suffocating vise. Her six-year-old, Leo, watched, his face pale with terror. Anaphylactic shock. Rapidly worsening. She choked out her husband Mark's name, begging him to call 911. “Mommy can't breathe!" Leo cried into the phone. But Mark, busy "network

Billionaires

My days were a silent decay, confined to a dark wing of my husband Ethan' s sprawling estate, a place as forgotten as I had become. Once a celebrated musician, now I was a ghostly presence, my body frail, my spirit hollowed by isolation. Then, they came for me: two brute men pulling me from my sta

Werewolf

"I would never accept a slut like you as a mate. You're not worthy of becoming my Luna. Disgusting," He spat, glaring at me. I shook my head, my heart shattering, knowing what was coming next. "I, Alpha Theodore Dreadclaw, Ruler of the Fangborn pack, hereby reject you, Raven Silvera, as my mate and

Romance

Have you ever been in love with someone that you shouldn't be? I have tried to fight my feelings but it's getting harder and harder. I hated to admit it but I was in love with my sister's boyfriend. I know I am a horrible person but I was in love with him way before she got with him. Sometimes I thi

Mafia

"Unfortunately for you, there is no going home. You're mine now, to do with as I please." Fate seems to be throwing problem after problem at nineteen year old Makayla Delgado. Her own parents are not who she thinks they are, and now on top of that, they want to send her away. As if that's not enoug

Werewolf

Everyone in the Shadowfang Pack knew that Alpha Kael was fiercely devoted to his Luna. To save me, he had sacrificed his own soul to shadow magic. He had endured the agony of being flayed alive, just to keep me breathing. He had torn open his own heart, feeding me his blood, just so we could be t

Romance

I watched Ryan die. So how is Ben wearing his face? Six years ago, I watched my best friend--and secret crush--splatter all over the pavement. He died. I saw him. Yet, in the back of my mind, I've never stopped looking for him. Seeing him in crowds, in the classroom, in my dreams--and my nightmares

Romance

Rishi Raj, 25 years old, a very handsome, arrogant, most cunning business man. He loves his family, for him everything comes after his family. For his loved ones he is loving and caring but for outside world, he is a devil. For them he can turn the world in to upside down. Aarohi, 23 years old, co

Sci-fi

The cold seeped into my bones, each beat of the heart monitor a countdown to my end. My name is Ethan Miller, and I was dying, wasted by an illness the doctors couldn't explain. The System, an emotionless voice in my head, confirmed my mission failure: I had refused to play the villain, refused to

Sci-fi

"You have to give me the administrator keys, Chloe." My father' s voice, once a soothing melody of praise for my genius, now cut through the hum of my life' s work, Nova, like a razor. He stood there, demanding control of the AI I' d poured my soul into, the only friend I' d ever truly connected wit

Modern

I returned to Arizona after four years, happily engaged and hoping to invite my guardian, Marcus, to my wedding. But I found a nightmare: Marcus was engaged to Chloe Davenport, my high school bully. He instantly dismissed my wedding news as a “lie,” blindly favoring Chloe as she systematically torme

Romance

The studio lights were blazing, but a different kind of heat spread through me-the fizzing anticipation of finally revealing my four-year secret with Liam, my celebrated architect boyfriend. He was "ArchitectGod," I was "ChefSweetheart," and our in-game mansion, "Evermore Estate," held the truth of

Romance

I chased after Jake Burton for eight years, only to break up with him when I saw he had saved his ex-girlfriend's contact as "Baby." Her name was Janet Flynn. "Just because I forgot to change the contact name?" I stared at Jake's mocking smile and nodded. His friends said I was narrow-minde