He Chose His Ex, I Chose Vengeance

On the day I was supposed to marry Giovanni Moretti, he publicly declared I was his brother’s girl. He called off our wedding at the last minute. His ex, Sofia, had amnesia after a car crash, her memory reset to a time when they were still deeply in love. So he cast me aside in my wedding dress to play the part of her devoted boyfriend. For a month, I was forced to live as a "guest" in the Moretti estate, watching him dote on her and rebuild their past, all while promising he would marry me as soon as she recovered. Then I overheard the truth. Giovanni had the cure for her amnesia locked away in his safe. He wasn't trapped. He was indulging, savoring a second chance with the love of his life. He was confident I was his property, that I would simply wait until he was done. He told his men he could have us both. He used his brother's name to humiliate me. Fine. I would use his brother's name to destroy him. I walked into the office of the true power in the family, Don Domenico Moretti. "Your brother said I am your companion," I told him. "Let's make it real. Marry me."

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Giovanni’s eyes were frantic, pleading with me to maintain the charade. I met his gaze and gave a slow, deliberate nod. I would play his game, for now.

He visibly relaxed, a wave of relief washing over his face.

Sofia, oblivious, turned to me. "When are you and Dom getting married, Bella? I hope it's soon! We'll be sisters-in-law!"

"Very soon," I said, a small, genuine smile touching my lips for the first time in weeks. The thought of it was my only comfort.

Giovanni’s jaw tightened. Even though he believed my marriage to his brother was a lie, he hated hearing it spoken aloud.

"Sofia, let's go," he said brusquely, taking her arm. "You need to rest." He practically dragged her from the room.

As they left, I saw him take her hand, his thumb stroking the back of it gently.

The hospital room was finally quiet. I stared out the window, at the grey city sky, and for the first time, the ache in my chest felt a little less sharp.

I didn't see Giovanni again for the rest of my hospital stay. But I saw him every day on Sofia’s social media feed. Pictures of them at the park, at fancy restaurants, at the opera. He looked happier than I had ever seen him.

`He even remembers I’m allergic to peanuts!` one of her captions read. `It’s like no time has passed at all.`

Every post was a new twist of the knife. He commented on every single one with heart emojis and loving words, a public performance of a love I now knew was all too real for him.

She would tag me in every post, and send me messages. `Isn’t he the sweetest? You have to ‘like’ this one!`

I never replied. I just hit the like button, a silent, obedient ghost in their love story.

The day I was discharged, Giovanni was waiting for me by his car. He opened the passenger door for me with a familiar, easy smile.

"Where's Sofia?" I asked, surprised to find us alone.

"I told her I had some family business to attend to," he said smoothly, getting into the driver's seat. He reached into the back and pulled out a giant stuffed teddy bear. "I thought you might like some company."

He started driving, not towards the estate, but in the opposite direction. "I'm taking you on a date," he announced, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "We're going hiking to our spot. The one with the meteor shower."

He didn't ask. He just decided.

When we arrived at the base of the trail, he knelt down and gently replaced my hospital-issued slippers with a pair of sturdy hiking boots he had brought for me.

As he tied the laces, his dark hair fell across his forehead. I watched him, my heart a silent, hollow drum.

The hike was slow. He carried all our gear, his arm steadying me over the rough patches. He pointed out a rare bird, fetched me water before I even felt thirsty. He was performing the role of the perfect, attentive boyfriend. For a moment, watching his handsome profile against the setting sun, I almost felt a flicker of the old warmth.

Then I stumbled. My ankle twisted on a loose rock, and I cried out as I lost my balance.

In an instant, he reacted. He threw himself backwards, pulling me with him, his body cushioning my fall as we tumbled into a soft patch of grass.

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For the seventh time, I stood at the altar, pregnant with his child, waiting to marry Justice Keith. And for the seventh time, he abandoned me. His phone rang, and just like that, he was gone-rushing to the side of his "fragile" stepsister, Kamala, who was supposedly having another panic attack. He pushed me aside in front of everyone, his family sneering that a "new-money girl" like me would never understand their loyalty. This was the man who baked her special cakes in the middle of the night while ignoring my own hunger, the man who had left me at seventeen other almost-weddings and rehearsals. But this time, as I stood there in my wedding dress, the humiliation was a physical weight. I was tired of being his second choice, the understanding fiancée he always came back to with empty promises. So I walked out. I cancelled the wedding, shattered his family's priceless heirloom, and secretly terminated the pregnancy that tied me to him. I wasn't just leaving anymore. I was going to spend the next seven years meticulously planning how to burn his entire corrupt, old-money empire to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

9.1

Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner

9.1

Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.

Action LitRPG Mafia Sci-Fi

7.7

Ex-Wife, Please Have Some Self-Respect

7.7

I was driving through a rainstorm in upstate New York, pushing my old Volvo to the limit just to pick up a Dior gown for my wife, Catarina. She needed it for a gala tonight, where she planned to spend the evening standing next to the man she actually loved, Atticus Deleon. The truck hit me head-on, crossing the center line and sending my car rolling down an embankment in a shriek of twisted metal and shattered glass. As the steering column crushed my chest, my brain didn't see a white light; it was pried open by a digital tsunami, flooding my mind with the "Quantum Archive"-billions of data points on surgery, high-frequency trading, and combat. I woke up in the ICU with three broken ribs and a concussion, but the only thing waiting for me was a screaming voicemail from my wife's assistant. "Jorden, where the hell are you? Catarina has been waiting for thirty minutes! You are so incompetent it's actually impressive." There was no "Are you okay?" or "Are you alive?"-only fury over a ruined dress and a missing tie. While I was being resuscitated, my wife was on Instagram, singing "Endless Love" with Atticus and laughing at my "tantrum." She even called the family lawyer to freeze my credit cards, wanting to make sure I couldn't even buy a coffee without her permission. For three years, I had been the "useful husband," the doormat who apologized whenever she stepped on my toes. But the accident had overwritten my desperation with cold, hard logic, and I realized I had almost died for a woman who viewed me as a liability with a negative return on investment. When Catarina finally stormed into my hospital room to demand an apology for ruining her night, I didn't look at her with the usual puppy-dog eyes. I looked at her with ice in my veins and handed her a manila envelope I had drafted myself. "Sign the divorce papers, Ms. Evans. I'm done being your canary."

Action Modern Romance

7.4

Farewell, Alpha

7.4

I sacrificed the wolf core to save my beloved. To avoid being overwhelmed by guilt, I chose to leave and silently wait for death in a corner of the human world. But even after he became the alpha of the wolf pack, he still went to great lengths to marry me. After we got married, he flaunted his mistress in front of me every day, trying to provoke me and get revenge. But he didn't know that I was about to die. Darling, I'm dying.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.0

He Chose Power, I Chose Love

7.0

I sacrificed my career as a violinist to save my fiancé, Graham, in a car crash that shattered my hand. For five years, I endured the pain and supported his political ambitions, believing in the future we planned to build around an old, historic theater. That future ended when I overheard him with his campaign manager, Kassidy. He was selling our theater to fund his campaign, dismissing my sacrifice as a mere "distraction." He called me a "drowned rat" one day, then posted a picture with Kassidy the next, captioned "#PowerCouple." He denied me money for a new physical therapy treatment, claiming the budget was tight, only to buy her an "exquisite" gift. He called her his "best asset." I was just a liability. My sacrifice wasn't an act of love to him; it was a "choice" I made that he now held over my head. So on the night of his career-defining gala, when he thought I was at home waiting for him, I prepared my own opening night. At the very theater he tried to steal from me.

Action Modern Romance

9.0

Scars Of Betrayal: The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge

9.0

Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche. She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away. But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund. "If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared. Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her. Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling. In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed. Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters. But the fatal impact never came. A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel. Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her. Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.

Action Billionaire Modern

He Chose His Ex, I Chose Vengeance

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