They Let Me Burn to Save His Mistress

Trapped in a lethal fire, Chloe is abandoned by her husband, a powerful billionaire who chooses to rescue his mistress instead of her. Left to perish in the flames, she miraculously survives the betrayal. Consumed by the agony of his cold-hearted choice, Chloe discards her devotion and seeks a new life. This is a tale of a woman rising from the ashes of a broken marriage to reclaim her worth and find justice against those who let her burn.

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Chapter 1

Miriam Howard and I were caught in the inferno together.

Matthew and Carson dashed in, but their focus was solely on Miriam.

“Kiara, you're a Hunt; you've got plenty of people looking out for you, endless ways to escape danger. But Miriam's different—she only has us!”

I yelled for help, yet they didn't hesitate to rescue Miriam, leaving me behind.

With great effort, I found a tiny vent and barely made it out.

Once discharged from the hospital, I returned home, still bandaged and scorched, only to find my clothes strewn across the floor.

“Miriam's been having nightmares ever since, so we gave her your bedroom for comfort. You get it, right?”

Stunned, I glanced at my still-bleeding wounds and silently took out my phone to make a call.

“You promised to love me forever and keep me safe for life. Does that promise still stand?”

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“Wait for me to come back.”

After hanging up, I started gathering up the clothes scattered around.

Watching Matthew and Carson fussing over Miriam, I turned away, expressionless.

I was halfway to the door when someone gripped my shoulder tightly.

“Kiara, I didn’t mean to take your room. Please don’t be upset, okay?”

Miriam's eyes shimmered with tears, her voice pleading. Yet her fingers pressed deliberately into my wound.

As her nails dug deeper, I winced in pain and shook her hand off.

With a slight motion, she theatrically crumpled to the ground.

“Kiara Hunt! How long are you going to be so selfish? I haven't even blamed you for the injury Miriam suffered because of you.”

Matthew, hearing the commotion, hurried over, glaring at me as if I’d done something unthinkable.

The moment Carson saw Miriam fall, he raised a hand toward me.

I defiantly tilted my head back, meeting his eyes, searching for the familiarity that once was.

But his eyes burned with anger, softening only as he turned to help Miriam up, showing her a tenderness he'd never shown me.

“Kiara, please don’t be mad. I’m really sorry. I’ll pack up and leave right away!”

Miriam sobbed endlessly, struggling to pull away from Carson's side.

Carson held her even tighter, his expression growing colder when he looked back at me.

“This is Miriam's spot now. Who are you to think you can send her away?”

I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at him in disbelief.

Who am I?

After twenty years together, do I truly matter less than someone they've known for just a few weeks?

“Stop living in a fantasy. Miriam hurt her leg. Aren’t you the best at treating injuries? Take a look at it—consider it making up for your mistake.”

Matthew’s eyes never left Miriam.

With a wry smile, I looked at my bloodied hands and, for once, refused him.

“With these hands?”

Matthew and Carson glanced at me, a flicker of doubt in their eyes, quickly replaced by disdain.

“What’s the big idea? This isn’t the time for your games!”

I laughed bitterly to myself. To them, the gashes on my face and the blood on my hands were just trivial antics.

They couldn’t see through the real act, but they had already convicted me.

Without delay, I dragged my suitcase back to the Hunt estate.

Matthew, Carson, since you've chosen Miriam, I'll treat these past twenty years like nothing but a dream.

I won't naively trust your promises to protect me ever again.

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He was a ruthless CEO who always got what he wanted until he noticed her, a homeless girl surviving outside his office building. Quietly proud, clever, and impossible to read, she became the one woman who refused to fall at his feet, forcing him to chase for the first time in his life. As she steps into his workplace, she faces ridicule, betrayal, and a wealthy woman determined to erase her from his world. While his family pushes him toward an arranged marriage with an entitled heiress, his heart is already bound to the girl everyone underestimates. In a world ruled by power and status, she must prove her worth through strength and integrity, while he learns that love cannot be bought, controlled, or inherited.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.0

Escaping With The Alpha's Unwanted Heir

7.0

For three years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Alpha Julian Sterling. When I finally got pregnant with his heir, I thought it would warm his cold heart. But the first thing he did when he returned from his trip was hand me a Mate Rejection Agreement. He had brought back his ex-lover, Serena. Julian coldly declared our marriage was just a political chore. To clear the path for her, he fired me from the company I built, watched her mock my late father, and threatened to throw me out as Rogue meat if I didn't submit. The most chilling part was a hidden clause in the divorce papers. It stated that because I was a wolfless Omega, if I were ever pregnant, he would terminate the pup to protect his pure bloodline. I had given him everything, only to be discarded like trash. I touched my flat stomach, terrified and disgusted that the man I loved would gladly kill his own child just to please his new queen. "Prepare the documents to accept the rejection," I told my lawyer calmly. Julian thought he had won, throwing away his useless, barren Omega. He had no idea I was taking his only heir with me, and I would burn his entire empire to the ground before he ever found out.

Billionaire Romance Werewolf

8.3

Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Boss

8.3

Alena landed at JFK, eager to call her fiancé of three years. But a sudden message from her best friend shattered her world: a high-resolution photo of Darrin passionately kissing another woman. The woman was Katrina, her older sister. Alena rushed to the grand ballroom and confronted them in front of New York's elite. Instead of an apology, her own mother slapped her across the face. "You jealous, spiteful girl. Trying to ruin your sister's happiness because you can't handle your own failures." Darrin coldly wrapped a protective arm around Katrina. The nightmare worsened when they ambushed Alena at her apartment, demanding she sign an NDA to cover up the affair and save their family's failing business. If she refused, her father threatened to tell her frail grandfather the truth, knowing the shock would trigger a fatal heart attack. Alena was suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Her family was weaponizing the only person who truly loved her, treating her like a disposable pawn to protect the sister who stole her life. How could her own flesh and blood be so sickeningly cruel? Cornered and entirely out of options, Alena pulled a matte-black business card from her pocket. It belonged to Andrew Spencer, the ruthless billionaire who had rescued her from the freezing rain, and the apex predator Darrin feared most. He had offered her a transactional marriage. If her family wanted to destroy her, she would become their worst nightmare. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

More Than His Partner, She's Queen

9.3

For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future. Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city." Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed. The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence. Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Reborn with 10 Billion to Conquer the Apocalypse

8.0

She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything. Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune. Then she woke up. Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still. The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything. Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed. And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground. She's not surviving the apocalypse. She's building it.

Billionaire Fantasy Sci-Fi

9.2

The Billionaire Fiancee's Revenge

9.2

Kimberly Clark believed she had finally escaped a lifetime of being overlooked because of her plain looks. After years of standing in the shadow of her sister, she had found her place-and her heart-in Alexander Wellington, heir to a powerful empire. With him, she was no longer invisible. She was seen, valued, and loved. Their wedding was meant to mark the moment her painful past gave way to a brighter future. But on the night of Alexander's bachelor party, her sister, Summer, struck with ruthless precision. Disguised as hotel staff, she drugged his drink and followed him into his room-her jealousy twisting into obsession. Alexander resisted, fighting the haze overtaking his body. "Stop, Summer," he groaned, shoving her back. But she clung tighter, whispering words meant to wound: "She doesn't deserve you. I'm the one you should want." Then came the message-sent from an unknown number. Kimberly, hurry. Alexander isn't feeling well. Room 1207. She rushed to the hotel, heart pounding with fear. When the door swung open, she saw Alexander on the bed with Summer-his shirt undone, Summer pressed against him. To her, this was betrayal. The man she trusted above all seemed to have shattered her. Blinded by heartbreak, she fled into the night. Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled into the street. Headlights flared. The impact was brutal. Glass tore into her face, blood pooling as the car sped away. She was left broken. Her face was destroyed. An elderly man, grieving his own losses, found her and refused to let her die. She lost her memory, but he gave her a new name, flew her abroad for facial reconstruction, and stood by her through every painful surgery. Three years passed. Her face was rebuilt. Her body healed. Her memory returned. Her soul was sharpened by pain. Now, she returns-not as the ignored daughter, not as the bride who bled in the street. She carries a new face, a new identity, and a vow carved deep within her: To reclaim what was hers. To confront the sister who betrayed her. And to face Alexander-the man who once held her heart, the man she cannot forget, and the man she must decide whether to love again... or destroy. The Billionaire Fiancée's Revenge When love is broken by betrayal, vengeance becomes the only vow.

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