From Ashes To Adored Bride's Happiness
The night I reached the pinnacle of my career as a concert pianist, my husband was in a car with his mistress. Their argument caused the crash that crushed my hands, ending my future in an instant.
In the hospital, my adopted daughter, Kennedy, stood over my bed and blamed me.
"This is all your fault," she whispered, her eyes cold.
Then, his mistress arrived with a bouquet of lilies, knowing I was deathly allergic. As I suffocated, my husband watched with annoyance while my daughter accused me of faking it.
"Stop pretending, Mom. Aunt Christine's flowers are beautiful."
I lost more than my hands that night. The last thing I heard before blacking out was a doctor shouting, "The fetus has a weak heartbeat!" I woke up to find my career gone, my baby gone, and my family vacationing with my replacement.
So I vanished. For six years, I built a new life from the ashes, finding peace with a new husband and son. But now he's back, with an ultimatum: abandon my new life and return to his side, or he'll destroy everything I hold dear.
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Chapter 3
Atha Arnold POV:
我那时像个疯子一样, 一次又一次地拨打亚历山大的电话, 但电话那头始终是冰冷的忙音. 我的指尖因过度用力而发白, 心跳得像是要冲出胸膛. 他把我完全屏蔽了.
绝望中, 我转而联系肯尼迪. 我打开了我们之间唯一的联系方式--一个她常用的社交媒体账号. 我颤抖着输入了一段话, 每一个字都带着血泪.
"肯尼迪, 妈妈知道你不喜欢我, 但爸爸他... 他要和我离婚了. 如果你愿意, 妈妈可以带你离开这里, 我们去一个没有人认识的地方重新开始. 可如果你选择留下, 妈妈也不会怪你. 但告诉我, 你选谁? "
我的指尖悬停在发送键上, 犹豫了很久. 我期望, 我奢望, 肯尼迪能有一丝丝的犹豫, 一丝丝的留恋. 我告诉她, 我们的婚姻就像一座摇摇欲坠的危楼, 随时可能坍塌.
几秒钟后, 我的手机震动了. 是肯尼迪的回复.
"我选择爸爸! " 她的文字带着稚嫩的尖锐, 像针一样扎进我的眼睛, 我的心.
"我不想和你一起走! 你是个坏妈妈, 我讨厌你! "
"我喜欢克里斯汀阿姨, 她比你对我好一百倍! "
我的世界, 在那一刻彻底崩塌了. 我感到全身的血液都凝固了, 只剩下冰冷的绝望. 他只关心克里斯汀, 而我的女儿, 也彻彻底底地选择了他和那个女人. 我被全世界抛弃了. 我的生命, 似乎已经没有任何意义了.
一阵清脆的铃声突然响起, 把我从无尽的黑暗中拉回现实. 是音乐教室的门铃.
一个年轻的母亲带着她的小女儿走了进来.
"阿莎老师, 我们来上钢琴课了. " 她微笑着对我说.
我深吸一口气, 努力平复内心的波澜, 挤出一个笑容. 我不能让我的学生看到我脆弱的一面. 我将那些痛苦的回忆深埋心底, 转身走向钢琴.
"好的, 请坐吧. " 我的声音听起来比我想象中要平静得多.
我正准备开始上课, 教室的门再次被猛地推开. 亚历山大, 他竟然又回来了. 他大步走到我面前, 脸上阴沉得可怕.
"你给我出来! " 他不是在询问, 而是命令.
那个年轻的母亲被吓到了, 她不安地拉着女儿的手, 想要离开.
"先生, 我们正在上课... " 我试图解释.
"上什么课? 你这破店, 从现在开始关门! " 亚历山大打断了我的话, 他的声音带着不容置疑的威严.
他转身指着那个母亲和孩子, 冷冽地命令道: "滚出去! "
那个母亲惊恐地拉着女儿, 匆匆离开了教室, 甚至忘了拿她们的包.
亚历山大走到门口, 一把抓起 "营业中" 的牌子, 重重地翻到了 "暂停营业" . 他转过身, 眼神像两把冰冷的刀子, 直直地刺向我.
"你到底去了哪里? 为什么要不声不响地开这家店? 你知不知道这会给我带来多大的麻烦? " 他的声音带着压抑的愤怒, 每一个字都像重锤一样砸在我心上.
"你以为你现在是什么身份? 一个被遗弃的女人? 你曾经是我的妻子, 你必须维护我的面子! "
他每说一个字, 我的心就更冷一分. 他从来没有关心过我的感受, 他只在乎他的面子, 他的形象.
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8.2
Trapped in a loveless marriage, a woman is forced by her own husband to seduce his most powerful business rival to save their failing company. What begins as a desperate plot of manipulation quickly spirals into a complex web of genuine desire and betrayal. As she grows closer to the man she was meant to ruin, she must navigate a dangerous game of corporate warfare and hidden agendas, ultimately choosing between loyalty and her own heart.
9.6
Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand.
At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms.
But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates.
Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face.
What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.
8.5
After five years in prison, Alexia longed for freedom and the family she thought awaited her-only to discover a deadly plot orchestrated by the sister they cherished.
In her final moments, she realized those years were a sacrifice made to protect a bunch of leeches.
Reborn, she abandoned all hope for family and reshaped herself in darkness, turning pain into power.
Quietly, she began her revenge, using a dangerous man as her pawn to execute every step flawlessly and crush those who betrayed her.
But as she played her game, he pulled her closer and warned, "Think you can use me and walk away? Not a chance."
8.0
For ten years, Melanie and Gabriel looked like a fairy tale couple. People envied how he "cherished" her-no one saw the other woman on the side.
When the affair surfaced, Melanie slid divorce papers across the table. "Gabriel, you don't deserve my love anymore."
She walked away, unaware Rhett had watched her for eleven years.
He'd been best man at her wedding, grinning while jealousy chewed him raw.
After the split, Melanie buried herself in work and went global.
Gabriel found her in his best friend's arms, his gaze burning with fury. "Was it him? Is he the reason you left me?"
Rhett stepped in front of her. "You never deserved her. She was meant to be mine."
9.3
The 48th Lie
9.3
Today is my sixth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Liam, brought up divorce for the 47th time.
He does this for Seraphina, his childhood friend. The woman who orchestrated a car crash on our wedding day, a tragedy that left her unable to have children and left him shackled by a debt of guilt. For six years, I have been the price of his repayment.
I endured the relentless cycle. But this time was different. This time, after Seraphina pushed me down a spiral staircase, Liam promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay.
Instead, he ensured the smart home security system "mysteriously" erased all evidence.
That night, from the supposed safety of a house he had arranged, Seraphina had me kidnapped. As her hired thugs tore at my clothes in the back of a cold, dark van, I managed to make one desperate emergency call to Liam through my smartwatch.
He saw my plea. And he hung up.
I leaped from that moving van, not onto asphalt, but into the cold, unforgiving sea. As I fought for my life in the icy water, swallowed by the darkness, I made a vow.
This time, there would be no 48th remarriage.
This time, I would simply cease to exist.
9.0
My father arranged a marriage for my half-sister, Emmalee, with Don Damian Griffith, the ruthless "King of New York." But Emmalee, in love with a penniless lawyer, refused and, weeping, pointed at me, the illegitimate daughter, offering me as the sacrifice.
My stepmother packed cheap plastic pearls and copper chains, and my father coldly told me to "bleed quietly" if the Don decided to cut me.
"Don't think you've won, Isabell," Emmalee hissed, handing me a shimmering emerald gown, the signature color of the Don's volatile mistress-a clear death trap. Why did my own family want me dead?
As the armored car pulled away, I dumped the green silk, put on a dress of pure ivory, and fastened our family's stolen midnight-blue sapphires around my neck. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but I was walking into the lion's den with a hidden blade.