His Ordinary Girl Found Everything

After ten years with my boyfriend, Brenton, I overheard him call me "ordinary" on my 28th birthday. He told his friend he'd regret marrying me because my middle-class background wasn't good enough for his wealthy family. The next day, he kicked me out of our home. His mother then paid me to cater a party, serving the very woman she' d always wanted for her son. Ten years of my life, erased. I was disposable, a placeholder they no longer needed. That night, heartbroken and homeless, I did something crazy. I opened a dating app, found a quiet, dependable Marine from high school, and sent him a message. His profile said: "Looking for a serious partner for marriage and family. No games." So I typed out the words that would change my life. "This might sound crazy, but if you're serious about getting married... would you consider marrying me?"

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His mother then paid me to cater a party, serving the very woman she' d always wanted for her son.

Ten years of my life, erased. I was disposable, a placeholder they no longer needed.

That night, heartbroken and homeless, I did something crazy. I opened a dating app, found a quiet, dependable Marine from high school, and sent him a message.

His profile said: "Looking for a serious partner for marriage and family. No games."

So I typed out the words that would change my life.

"This might sound crazy, but if you're serious about getting married... would you consider marrying me?"

Chapter 1

Carley Sanchez POV:

Turning twenty-eight felt like hitting a wall. Not a physical wall, but one made of unspoken expectations and the ticking of a clock that only I seemed to hear. My mom had called that morning, her voice laced with the usual "When will Brenton finally propose, Carley?" It wasn't a question anymore; it was a demand wrapped in concern, a constant hum in the background of my decade-long relationship.

I pushed the thought aside, grabbing the small cake I' d brought. Brenton's office was just a few blocks from our shared condo. I wanted to surprise him for lunch, maybe finally get a moment that felt like ours, away from the endless society events and his mother's critical gaze.

The office was quieter than usual. I waved to the receptionist, who was busy on a call, and headed straight for Brenton's private office. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard voices inside.

It was Brenton's voice, low and dismissive. "She's just... ordinary, Mark. You know how my mother is. She expects someone with a pedigree, someone who fits into our world." The words were like a punch to my stomach. Ordinary. After ten years, that's what I was to him.

Mark mumbled something I couldn't quite catch, but Brenton cut him off. "It's not just my mother. It's the whole family. They see her as a freelance writer from a middle-class background. Not exactly the future Mrs. Jarvis they envisioned." My heart, which had been squeezing tighter and tighter, now felt like it was breaking into tiny pieces.

Then came the worst part. Mark asked, "So, are you going to propose or what?" Brenton sighed, a sound that ripped through me. "I don't know, man. It's complicated. What if it doesn't work out? What if I regret it?" Regret it. He regretted the idea of marrying me.

Ten years. A whole decade of my life. I had built my world around him, around us. I remembered the early days, the promises whispered in the dark, the shared dreams that now felt like a cruel joke. It wasn't about love for him. It was about status. About what fit, what was "socially appropriate." My entire being, my character, my love-it all amounted to being "ordinary" against his family's expectations.

I pushed the door open, a forced smile on my face, the cake feeling heavy in my hands. Brenton looked up, surprised, then smiled. "Carley! What a surprise." We had lunch. I picked at my food, the taste of betrayal far stronger than any celebratory sweetness.

Later, back in our condo, he tried to kiss me, to hold me. I let him, but my body felt like a stone. Empty. Silent. The words "ordinary" and "regret" echoed in my head, drowning out everything else.

He pulled back, his brow furrowed. "Carley? What's wrong? You've been so quiet all day. Is everything okay?" His concern felt hollow, a performance.

He moved away, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Are you breaking up with me? Is that what this is?" He asked it like a statement, not a question, as if I was being unreasonable.

I looked at him, really looked at him, and saw a stranger. "Is it, Brenton? Are we over?" My voice was steady, betraying none of the earthquake happening inside me.

He hesitated for a long moment, then nodded. "Yes, Carley. I guess we are." The words were a soft blow, but they solidified everything. It was done.

He grabbed his jacket, already moving towards the door. "I have a charity gala tonight. I can't miss it." Just like that. Ten years, and a charity gala was more important than the end of our life together.

He was gone. And I wasn't crying. I wasn't even sad. There was just a vast, echoing emptiness where my heart used to be, a strange sense of quiet after years of shouting into a void.

My phone buzzed in my hand. Not a message from him. It was a notification from a dating app I'd downloaded months ago, mostly as a joke, but had never actually used. I scrolled through it mindlessly. Then I saw a profile I recognized. Jesse Morrison. A Marine Sergeant, just back from deployment. His profile clearly stated: "Looking for a serious, long-term partner for marriage and family. No games." Jesse. I remembered him from high school, a quiet, dependable guy.

My fingers moved without thought. I typed out a message. "Hey, Jesse. This might sound crazy, but if you're serious about getting married... would you consider marrying me?" I added, "No strings, no grand romance. Just a solid partnership. A fresh start. For both of us."

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Modern Mystery Romance

8.7

Faking love with ceo

8.7

Lina Carter was just a waitress trying to make ends meet. On the other hand, Alexander Knight was a billionaire who would do anything to safeguard his empire. When he proposes a deal for her to be his fake girlfriend, it seems straightforward, he act like she loves him, stick to the rules, and walk away with a nice payday. No feelings involved. No strings attached. No room for error. But as they share fake kisses, those moments turn into lingering glances. What starts as cold, business-like orders shifts into a quiet sense of protection. Suddenly, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Then, out of nowhere, his ex-fiancée reappears-gorgeous, ruthless, and hell-bent on ruining Lina's life. When the truth about their arrangement comes to light, Lina finds herself publicly humiliated, tossed aside as if she never mattered at all. She walks away with her pride shattered, but her heart still whole. Now, the man who once paid her to pretend is realizing he wants her for real. But some betrayals cut too deep... and some love stories start with a lie that's just too painful to forgive. She was brought in to act. He ended up falling for her for real.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

From Fake Wife To Billionaire Heiress

8.0

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Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

His Loss, The Tycoon's Gain: The Lost Heiress Returns

7.4

When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married. His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing—no money, no identity, no hope. But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test—and twenty-three years of relentless search. "Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

Mated To My Ex's Alpha Boss

8.5

I thought my boyfriend of two years, Cain, and I were building a future together. But while he was away on a business trip, his lawyers kicked me out of our apartment into the freezing rain. He texted me that it was over, claiming we "weren't from the same world." I soon found out why. That very night, he was hosting a lavish engagement party, marrying Isolde Silvermane, a powerful billionaire heiress. When I crashed the heavily guarded estate to confront him, he looked at me with absolute disgust. "You were just a stepping stone. Did you honestly believe I could ever love someone so profoundly human?" After I threw a glass of champagne on his custom suit, his face contorted with feral rage. He had his guards drag me away and lock me in a cold, metal cage in the cellar like an animal. I had given him two years of my life, only to lose everything—my home, my dignity, my future—in a single night while he celebrated his new dynasty. I had nothing left, but the burning hatred in my chest made me want to see his arrogant face crumble. Then, the terrifying head of the Silvermane family—Isolde's brother, Lycan—unlocked my cage. Instead of punishing me, he looked down at me with piercing silver eyes and offered a chilling deal. "Be my personal assistant. From a position at my side, you will have a front-row seat to watch him grovel." I accepted. It was time to make Cain regret the day he ever crossed me.

Modern Romance Werewolf

9.2

My Broken Voice, My Undeniable Power

9.2

The camera flashes felt like a firing squad, dragging me back to the night I lost my baby five years ago. My husband, Faron, sat in the front row, his hand on his mistress Kassie’s thigh, utterly ignoring my public humiliation. This was the thirtieth time he’d made me a joke, and it would be the last. For three years, I played the dutiful Blackwell wife, shielding Faron from his endless affairs. At a press conference, a reporter’s question about his yacht booking with Kassie shattered my facade. Faron, smiling at his mistress, completely ignored me. The last filter I viewed him through instantly shattered. Later, Kassie deliberately spilled champagne on me at a gala. Faron, instead of helping, tenderly wiped it from her. She hissed, "Faron said you just lay there. Fucking you is like fucking a dead fish." This venomous taunt, after thirty public betrayals, snapped my sanity. Chained by my mother-in-law's threats, my pain was expected. My silence demanded. But I was finally done. With a cold, empty void, I slammed the folder shut. I dropped the family crest. "Have a wonderful evening, Faron," I said, turning and walking out. I left him and his suffocating charade behind.

Modern Romance

His Ordinary Girl Found Everything

Chapter 1

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