Novels

My father felt sorry that I had secretly loved someone for ten years, so he took matters into his own hands. He drugged his old friend and sent him to my bed.

I looked up at Adrian. He gazed at me with a mocking smile, his tone sarcastic: \"Looking at some risqué male model photos online? Chloe, this is about all the guts you have

"My boss's secretary, Jenny, was pregnant. He brought her home for our ninth-anniversary dinner. Casually, he instructed me, “The girl’s picky. No repeat meals for her.” “She’s timid, needs someone to sleep with. Pack your things; move to the guest room.” I didn’t respond, grabbed my pre-packed suitcase, and calmly walked towards the door. The butler tried to stop me, but my boss sneered, “Let her make a fuss. She'll be crawling back in three days.” Everyone laughed. They bet a million dollars, right in front of me. They bet I wouldn’t make it through the night, that I’d be begging to come back like a dog. But they didn’t know the Maybach was waiting outside. This time, I was really leaving."

I took the fall for my brother and ended up serving two years in prison. While inside, I unexpectedly saved the daughter of the richest man in town. As a token of gratitude, he gave me a hundred million. After my release, the first thing I did was to call my father, eager to surprise him. But as soon as he heard my voice, he hung up. I thought something terrible had happened at home and rushed back. Just as I reached the door, I overheard my brother's wife, Greta Kessler, complaining, "Of all days, she had to get out today, making me skip my prenatal check-up just to rush and transfer the property." My mother replied, "It's for your own good. With her prison record, finding a job will be tough, and getting married will be even tougher. She might just end up staying here and fighting you for the house." Greta snorted, "Let her rent a place. I'm not living with an ex-con!" Listening to their conversation felt like a punch to the gut. My heart ached. Wasn't my mom the one who used to call me her little sweetheart? Hadn't Greta always said she saw me as her own sister? How did everything change so suddenly?

The first thing I did after being reborn was grind two hundred and fifty kilograms of meat and gather my whole family to make meatballs together. I did this because, in the past life, my stepmother had an affair with an unknown man and got pregnant with his child. Since she did not want my father to know about that, she deliberately caused a commotion at the market over the sale of eggs. As a result, she was pushed to the ground during the chaos and lost her baby. When she returned home, she wept pitifully and told my father, "If it weren't for Megan insisting we go snatch those discounted eggs, I wouldn’t have fallen and lost our precious baby boy …" Hastily, I tried to explain, but my fiancé stepped forward and sealed my fate when he yelled, "Megan Foster, I'm so disappointed with you! "I know you are a greedy woman, who likes to take advantage of others, like eating at restaurants without paying, stealing bulk snacks from supermarkets and so on. However, this time, you've gone too far. You caused Auntie to lose her child just for a few eggs! I can’t marry someone like you. I’m calling off our engagement!" Hearing this, my father flew into a rage. He chased me and slapped me across the face dozens of times. Then, he tied me up and sold me to an old bachelor in the village. I was locked in a pigsty, tormented until I bleeding out and died. Only when I had already died, did I finally learn the truth that the person my fiancé was after actually my stepmother. Our engagement was just an excuse for them to be together. When I opened my eyes again, I was rebirthed on the same day when my stepmother went to the market to get eggs and miscarried.

Ten years ago, I saved a drowning boy. I conducted a rapid rescue on him. After waking up, he told me, "I have decided to marry you when I grow up!" Thinking that he was joking, I didn't take his words seriously. Ten years later, the boy grew up, becoming a crazy and domineering CEO, whose name was Brian Hawk. At my wedding with my fiancé, he led a group of people and beat up my fiancé, forcibly taking me away. "I told you I would marry you. Your husband can only be me."

This car accident happened on the way home for Thanksgiving. When I opened my eyes again, my husband Tom and I were back in the world before we started dating. Last time, we had been married for seven years. We treated each other with respect, but he never wanted me to have a child. It turned out that he still had feelings for his high school sweetheart. This time, I decided to let him go. I disappeared from his life, deleted his phone number, and removed him from my Facebook friends list, then took a different path. Seven years later, he became a hotshot trader on Wall Street, frequently making headlines, and finally got together with that girl he had almost dated. Sarah Jenkins. They officially confirmed their relationship at our high school reunion. Seeing me alone, he dared to sneer at me. "Ashley," he said slowly, "I know you've always thought I was the best man you've ever been with. You don't need to be sad for me, you know." I just rolled my eyes and took my son's hand. Tom's face turned pale. He opened his eyes wide and stammered, "You have a child? But... you always said you would love me forever. That you only wanted to have children with me!"

On my way to the bank, I stumbled across a post: [What's the most shameful thing you've done behind your partner's back?] One comment stood out: [I secretly married my first love, and my girlfriend keeps dumping money into our joint account like an idiot. She actually thinks I'm saving for a house. There's already sixty-seven grand in there. Once she hits eighty, I'm taking it all!] The flood of likes made my stomach twist. I pulled up my account balance. Sixty-seven grand. Not a penny more, not a penny less. So, my boyfriend secretly married his ex.

My twin sister attempted suicide and was hospitalized. Her tormentors followed her to the hospital, mocking her for bringing it upon herself.