I Died on His Wedding Day

I, Daisy Winters, am diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer. One year after my breakup with Thomas Vance, I call him and our paths cross again in Belrith. I learn he cheated on me with Quinn Carver. My euthanasia is scheduled on the same day as his wedding. After I "die," I become a ghost, and he realizes his love for me too late. Miraculously, I'm resurrected in another woman's body. Amidst the chaos, memories return, and I confront Thomas. In the end, my wish to see him again makes me stay, and we decide to be together forever.

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Chapter 2

I know the date June 30th is seared into my soul.

It's my birthday-Daisy Winters's last birthday.

Three years ago today, Thomas Vance proposed with a ring made of braided silver.

I'll never forget that night: string lights tangled in the oak tree, a cake dotted with edible stars in my favorite constellation. Twenty - three - year - old Thomas knelt on our apartment floor, pushing a shoebox toward me: "This is the mixtape you made me, these are the train tickets from our first trip, and this envelope has every love letter you ever wrote me."

Moonlight washed over his boyish face as he took a shaky breath.

"I thought a proposal needed a grand setting, but then I realized the only perfect place is wherever you are. I know you've always dreamed of Belrith, but I can't wait another second. We'll get married there. Right now, I just need to know-"

"Daisy Winters, will you be my wife?"

The memory plays in slow motion as I stare at him now-still the same chiseled features, but his eyes hold all the warmth of a frozen lake.

I inhale until my lungs ache, forcing a smile that feels like broken glass. "Congrats to you both. Hope you're happy."

Wind howls through the hospital corridor, like someone's ghost is wailing.

At the euthanasia agency, the clerk slides my papers back: "For the procedure, a family member must-"

"I'm alone," I cut in.

He sighs, pushing a calendar: "You have Seven - two hours. Make them count."

The second I step outside, my phone vibrates-Thomas's name flashes. My thumb hovers over answer, but a sugary voice beats me to it:

"Hi, it's Quinn. Thomas and I are dress - shopping tomorrow. His taste is tragic, and I have no girlfriends here. Will you help?"

I freeze, but Thomas's growl cuts through: "Be at the salon at ten. Address sent."

Seconds later, a text arrives with the boutique's name-and a five - thousand - dollar transfer.

"Payment. Don't upset Quinn. That's an order."

The next day, I sit on a satin couch while Quinn twirls in lace. Thomas nods at every gown, his smile softer than I've seen in years.

My mind drifts to when he showed me a magazine clipping: "This is the dress I'll buy you. The neckline matches the tattoo behind your ear."

Back then, his words felt like sunlight. Now, I'm staring at Quinn holding up a gown-the exact Style from that clipping, with the same star - shaped beadwork.

"Thomas hates this one," she pouts, shoving the lookbook at me. "Tell him it's timeless."

My fingers tremble on the page. He's rejecting the dress I once called my dream because of me.

"You remember-" I start, but he cuts me off:

"Trends change. That Style's obsolete."

Obsolete. Like our seven years together. Like the life we planned.

I force a laugh that comes out as a wheeze. "Yeah, totally outdated."

Just then, a drop of blood lands on the photo, blooming like a tiny rose. I wipe it away, but Thomas's scowl slices through me:

"What's your problem?"

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To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

Horror Modern Romance

9.0

Buried Alive With My Fake Husband

9.0

I woke up in total darkness, the air smelling of stale chemicals and dying flowers. When I tried to sit up, my forehead slammed into solid wood just three inches from my face. I was trapped in a coffin, buried alive next to the cold, stiff body of my fake husband, Cedric. My stepmother, Hermina, had poisoned our champagne at the gala to seize my trust fund, and now she was hosting a lavish memorial service for us right outside the lid. I found a faint, erratic pulse in Cedric's neck, but I couldn't just scream for help. If Hermina realized the dose wasn't lethal, she'd finish the job with a lethal injection under the guise of medical assistance. To survive, I bit my tongue until I tasted blood and tore my hair into a tangled mess. When I finally kicked the lid open and spilled onto the marble floor, I didn't act like a rescued heiress; I crawled like a broken doll, shrieking about poisoned bubbles and "the bad man" while Manhattan's elite watched in absolute horror. The betrayal was suffocating. My own family watched as Hermina tried to sedate me back into silence, playing the role of a grieving saint while her eyes remained cold as ice. Even more shocking was Cedric, who rose from the casket like a predator, commanding the room with a terrifying authority that proved our entire marriage had been a lie. I couldn't understand how many secrets were buried in that house, or why my "boring" husband was suddenly acting like a man who owned the city. After kneeing Cedric in the stomach to break his iron grip, I bolted out into the torrential rain. I didn't care that I was barefoot or that the world thought I was insane. I had the key to my father's secret safe in my hand, and I was going to make sure Hermina paid for every second of darkness she forced me to endure.

Horror Modern Romance

8.7

Claimed by three Alphas

8.7

Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead. A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety. The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize. Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure. "Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more. Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely. "Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans. Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever. Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper. Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership. Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️

Action Horror LGBT+Mafia

8.5

Fiancé's Betrayal: The Kidney Heist

8.5

On the eve of her wedding, Elara discovers a horrifying truth: her fiancé, Julian, never loved her. Instead, he orchestrated their entire romance to harvest her magical kidney for his dying mistress. Trapped in a ritualistic nightmare within a secluded manor, Elara must navigate a web of dark sorcery and organ theft. As the scalpel nears, she uncovers a legacy of blood sacrifices that threatens her very soul in this chilling tale.

Fantasy Horror Mystery

9.3

My Awakening: His World Falls Apart

9.3

My husband Hudson had kept me a medicated ghost for three years, convinced I was unstable. But a cheap pink hair clip, tangled with golden blonde hair in his car, ripped through the chemical haze. The bitter pill he forced me to take wouldn't numb the burning truth, only fuel my awakening. I was an architect once, but now I was just Cora, a docile wife trapped in his suffocating world. When he saw my shock, his concern was sickeningly sweet as he offered another Xanax. I pretended to swallow the poison, letting it dissolve under my tongue, a constant reminder of my awakening. Back at the mansion, his massive car deliberately blocked mine, a crude barricade confirming his control. Then, a message from an old intern confirmed my darkest fears: this was domestic abuse. He urged me to check Hudson’s closet, to record everything. I knew then I was living with a dangerous monster, and my denial shattered. The anger burned, fueled by the bitter taste of that undissolved pill. That night, Hudson walked in, wearing a hideous, sloppily tied red polka-dot tie. It was a clear, undeniable sign of another woman. My architect’s mind was awake, cold and calculating. "Game on, Hudson." I would make him taste this bitterness back a thousand times.

Horror Modern Romance

9.3

Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

9.3

Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most. Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor. As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine. "I love you." He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her. Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder. Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse. Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate. Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp. This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."

Billionaire Horror Modern

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