A Father's Betrayal: The Marrow

After years of marriage, Adrian Foster still only spoke to me in bed. The moment he got out of it, the warmth vanished, replaced by cold indifference. I, Nora Bennett, had endured it all in silence, hoping that if I stayed obedient, he might show our daughter, Nina Foster, a little more care. Yet in his eyes, Sophia Graham was his one and only-the woman he put on a pedestal, shielding and indulging her at every turn. For her child, he had even taken my daughter's bone marrow. In that moment, I finally understood. I was nothing more than a pawn in his battle with the woman he truly loved. So I stopped holding on. I took my daughter and left without hesitation.

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Adrian stayed at the hospital, taking care of Mia the entire night. It wasn't until dawn that the child finally fell into a deep sleep.

He let out a breath of relief and calmed Sophia down.

Only when he was about to leave did he take out his phone and see my message.

"Divorce?"

Adrian repeated the word to himself, convinced I must have lost my mind.

Without him, without the title of "Mrs. Foster," who else could possibly give me such a life of luxury?

And Nina's illness—how could I possibly find a matching bone marrow within two years on my own?

At that thought, it finally dawned on Adrian—the bone marrow that had taken so long to find had been reassigned by his own decision… to Sophia's daughter, Mia.

The car quickly filled with smoke.

Adrian slowly finished two or three cigarettes before getting out and heading back into the hospital, straight to the doctor's office.

The doctor in charge of both Nina and Mia was clearly surprised to see him.

"If my wife and I start trying for a baby now, and have one within a year, would the newborn's cord blood be guaranteed to help Nina?"

A fine layer of cold sweat formed on the doctor's forehead.

He had assumed Adrian came to reconsider—perhaps to return the bone marrow to his own daughter. Instead, it was something else entirely.

After careful consideration, the doctor answered cautiously, "We can only say the chances are relatively high. There are always risks. We also need to consider both your and your wife's physical condition, as well as possible complications during pregnancy—such as miscarriage due to excessive stress. None of this can be guaranteed."

"And besides…" The doctor adjusted his glasses, hesitating before continuing, "your wife had a very difficult delivery with Nina. Having another child could very likely mean going through all that suffering again."

Adrian froze slightly, only then recalling, in a haze, what I had gone through during childbirth.

The eczema had been so unbearable that I scratched until the skin on my stomach was left in a terrible state.

During delivery, it turned from a natural birth into an emergency C-section, and an amniotic fluid embolism nearly took my life.

The postpartum depression that followed, along with dealing with stretch marks and surgical scars, drained me completely.

"I understand." Leaning back against the sofa, Adrian picked up the coffee and drained it in one go. "Don't tell her about this."

The doctor nodded solemnly and respectfully saw him out.

When he returned to his desk, he couldn't help but sigh to himself—if Adrian's wife ever found out that her husband had given away their own daughter's life-saving bone marrow to someone else, she would never let it go.

The moment Adrian parked the car at home, he headed straight for the garden.

At this hour, I would usually be in the garden with Nina, tending to the plants and getting her to move around a bit.

But today, only a few scattered servants remained in the garden.

"Where are my wife and daughter?"

"Mrs. Foster left early this morning with luggage, along with Nina."

Adrian frowned slightly and went straight inside, heading to Nina's room.

Every time he came here, Nina would call out "Dad" loudly and drop everything to run into his arms.

But now, even her favorite toys were gone from the room.

He took out his phone and made several calls in a row, but none were answered.

Irritation surged through him.

"Before she left, did she say or do anything unusual?"

The sudden question left the butler puzzled.

Wasn't Adrian the one who never cared about what his wife did at home?

Still, he replied respectfully, "The maid who was cleaning noticed Mrs. Foster threw away quite a lot of things and asked about it. Mrs. Foster said something rather strange… that things which don't belong to her are meaningless to keep."

Adrian dismissed him with a wave. When he returned to the room, he found that all my clothes were gone from the walk-in closet.

On the vanity, only a few pieces of expensive jewelry remained—the ones he had given me to keep up appearances.

A sudden tightness gripped Adrian's chest. He loosened his tie and turned to issue an order to his assistant.

"Within ten minutes, get me all the transaction records for my secondary card this month."

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Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine. But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him. When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement. I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive. I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras. "That was for my father and brother." Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.

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8.4

Rising From Ashes: The Architect's Comeback

8.4

I woke up in a sterile hospital room with no memory of the lethal-looking man pacing outside the glass. My friend told me he was Dante Moretti, the Underboss of Chicago, and the fiancé I had supposedly worshipped for seven years. But the truth shattered me faster than the crash did. When our convoy was ambushed and the car caught fire, Dante didn't pull me out. He chose to save Valeria—the widow of a soldier he felt guilty about—leaving me to burn in the backseat. He called it a "tactical decision." I called it a death sentence. I thought losing my memory was a curse, but it was a gift. It stripped away the delusion of love. I saw a man who treated me like a useful piece of furniture. I saw a rival in Valeria who smirked while taking my job and my place. When she set a room on fire to frame me, Dante saved her again, leaving me to choke on the smoke. He even branded me a thief in front of the entire Commission to protect her lies. He thought I would always be there, the obedient statue waiting for his scraps. He was wrong. I fled to New York and walked straight into the arms of his sworn enemy, Enzo Falcone. A man who didn't just promise to protect me, but walked through fire to do it. Months later, when Dante finally realized the truth and crawled back to me in the rain, begging for a second chance, I looked him dead in the eye. "Forgetting you was the only peace I ever knew." I took Enzo’s hand, letting Dante see exactly what he had lost. "Remembering you just confirmed that you are a mistake I will never make again."

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9.6

Tamed by my Ruthless Biker

9.6

Chloe Decker has spent her whole life trying to stay out of trouble especially the kind that rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and smirks like the world belongs to him. Unfortunately, that trouble has a name: Alfie. They go to the same school, live in the same town, and hate each other with a passion that could burn down the world. He's the arrogant son of the Black Fangs MC President, while she's the quiet girl who wants nothing to do with the club or its reckless members. But when a cruel prank, a dangerous secret, and one unexpected night throw them together, Chloe's world begins to unravel. Alfie isn't just the ruthless biker everyone fears he's also the boy who can't stop looking at her like she's the only thing keeping him alive. Every fight between them feels like a spark. Every touch feels like a threat. And soon, their hate turns into something much darker and much harder to control. In a world filled with roaring engines, loyalty, and betrayal, love was never supposed to happen especially not between enemies. But fate has other plans, and Chloe will soon discover that sometimes, the most dangerous hearts are the ones that were meant for you all along.

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8.1

The Blood of The Hollow Moon

8.1

In a fractured world where emotion fuels magic and silence seals fate, Seren-Threadless and unclaimed-awakens a power long forgotten. When the Crimson Court attacks and the Maw begins to stir, she must navigate dominions ruled by wolves, witches, vampires, and Keepers, each bound by ancient threads of memory and grief. But Seren is no ordinary girl. She carries a crystal of bound silence, survives the Trial of the Moonbound, and becomes Driftbound-able to weave emotion itself. As war looms and Umbros, the sealed god of silence, begins to awaken, Seren must choose: destroy what remains of the world, or become the thread that binds it. Epic, lyrical, and haunting, Blood of the Hollow Moon is a tale of fractured magic, forgotten memory, and the courage to become more than fate intended.

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8.7

The Ghost Heiress: My Dangerous Double Life

8.7

I spent ten years living in a rusted trailer in Upstate New York, enduring the stench of stale cigarettes and the Millers' constant abuse. They called me a useless leech and a parasite, never realizing I was simply a top-tier operative known as "Ghost" waiting for the signal to return to my real life. The breaking point came when the Millers threw my muddy duffel bag into the dirt and shrieked at me to get out. As I walked away, a massive explosion leveled their home behind me, and a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the curb. A man in white gloves opened the door and addressed me as "Miss Vance," announcing that my billionaire parents were finally waiting for me. But my homecoming was far from a fairytale. My biological mother was dying of heart failure, and my cousin Victoria publicly humiliated me, calling me "trailer trash" and mocking my lack of education. To make matters worse, I was forced into an engagement with Julian Sterling, a ruthless CEO who despised the idea of marrying a "charity case" like me. No one knew that the "meek" girl they pitied was leading a double life. While Victoria tried to shame me at dinner parties, I was busy infiltrating elite clubs in tactical bodysuits and stealing encrypted drives from Russian arms dealers. I had to play the role of the helpless, boring daughter while my own fiancé hunted the mysterious thief who had pinned him against a wall and kissed him breathless in the shadows. I thought my cover was perfect until Julian's grandmother collapsed on Fifth Avenue in full cardiac arrest. While the crowd stood paralyzed, I broke protocol and used a forbidden "Ghost Needle" technique to bring her back from the dead before vanishing into the crowd. That evening, Julian watched the viral footage of the miracle rescue, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the "uneducated" girl he was forced to marry. He realized the boring woman sitting across from him at dinner was the same dangerous operative who had outsmarted him at the club, and the hunt for the truth had finally hit home.

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9.6

The Oracle's Revenge: My Purchased Marriage

9.6

I’m the girl from the trailer park who married the coldest billionaire on Wall Street. To the world, I’m a lucky gold-digger. To Gustavus English, I’m just a $2 million "service fee" and a human shield to keep his board of directors from tearing him apart. The morning after he treated our intimacy like a cold business transaction, he threw a check at my face and called me a mistake. He didn't know that behind my "frightened doe" act, I was a finance genius at Columbia secretly shorting his company’s stock to destroy him from the inside. The humiliation was relentless. He forced me into expensive suits that made me look like a pathetic doll and paraded me in front of paparazzi to boost his stock price. Then his brother, Caspian, arrived—the man who laughed while bulldozing the orphanage of my childhood. Caspian recognized me, whispering threats of exposure while his eyes stripped me bare. "Don't method act with me, hillbilly. You aren't my wife," Gustavus hissed, pinning me against a marble wall. I felt the burning injustice of being a bought asset, trapped between a husband who despised me and a brother-in-law who wanted to break me. I was a victim playing a dangerous game, waiting for the right moment to strike. But at a high-stakes family dinner, the power struggle turned lethal. To stop his family from seizing his billions, Gustavus dropped a bomb that shattered my plans. "We are already working on an heir," he announced, activating a legal clause that froze the entire family trust. He dragged me into the shadows, his voice a dark command. "Now you have no choice. You get pregnant, or we lose everything. Don't make me regret this." He wanted a legacy to save his empire, but I was about to give him the most expensive mistake of his life.

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A Father's Betrayal: The Marrow

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