I allowed myself to look past my intuition and distrust of a certain someone and their interactions with my fiancé ... I mean ex-fiancé. I chose trust in him over distrust of her at every crossroads his choices created, and now I'm lost. Maybe breaking it down again, piece by piece will help me look at the big picture logically. Maybe then I can feel less illogical pain and find my way back to myself again. A story about a relationship breaking down because of broken boundaries and a breakdown in communication.

They say, Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. But what about letting him fool her for three years straight? What kind of fool does that make her? When Sage discovers that her husband has not only betrayed her, but has been playing her a fool for years, she doesn't yell, she doesn't scream, she doesn't demand a divorce, no, Sage wants revenge, and what better way than to beat him at his own game.

I didn't wake up one morning and decide to fall out of love. It was slower than that. Quieter. No big affair. No lipstick on the collar. Just a slow erosion of "us" every time he chose her over me. This isn't a love story. It's a resignation letter. And I signed it with a smile.

Once, Clarise was a treasure of the kingdom the daughter of a powerful duke, the fiancée of the crown prince, and the envy of every noblewoman. But her gilded life shattered when her angel-faced half-sister, Cassandra, slithered into her world. Sweet in public, venomous in private, Cassandra stole her prince, her reputation, and finally her life, framing her for a crime she never committed. At twenty-three, Clarise died beneath the executioner's blade. But one night, at sixteen years old, she woke from a dream soaked in blood and betrayal, only to realize they weren't dreams at all. They were memories. Her memories. The memories of her downfall. This time, she will not plead for love. She will not wait to be devoured. She will play the court like a finely tuned instrument wielding beauty as a weapon, charm as a snare, and fear as her shield. The crown prince will be her pawn, the nobles her audience, and Cassandra... her prey. In a world where one flick of her ivory fan can silence a room, Clarise will weave alliances, crush rivals, and dismantle her sister's carefully built web. The court may see a graceful lady but behind the smile lies a serpent-slayer ready to burn her enemies to ash. This is not the tale of a damsel wronged. This is the rise of the woman who will rule them all. © 2025 BlackheartedShae. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in reviews or critical articles.

In her final moments, Jieyu Zhen lies abandoned in the Cold Palace. Her childless womb and ruined reputation mark her as a failure. Poisoned and betrayed by the Empress she once trusted and the Emperor she once loved, she swears revenge. As her vision fades, the heavens grant her one chance-to return to the day she first entered the palace.

She was supposed to die in that warehouse. Instead, she became his. Jaslyn was just a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time-kidnapped, brutalized, left for dead. But when Cain showed up, dragging hell behind him, she didn't just get rescued-she got recruited. Now she's not the victim. She's the weapon. Trained by the most feared man in the city, Jaslyn moves through blood and betrayal like she was born for it. The girl who used to flinch now pulls triggers. The girl who used to beg now gives orders. And Cain? He doesn't just want her sharp-he wants her loyal, cold, and just as savage as him. Bodies drop. Enemies burn. And the city starts whispering her name with the same fear they whisper his.

Jet's a famous author who always dedicates his books to his wife. So imagine her surprise when his latest book is dedicated to his assistant.

New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Sterling's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

When your twin steals your fiancé and your family knew about the betrayal? The only logical thing to do is move 3,000 miles away across the country, cutting all contact with everyone who hurt you and starting over. What happens when life takes a few twists and turns, and suddenly you're getting some fame, and your family feels the need to crap all over it? Do you stand up to them? Or let them rip more good from your life? Follow Stormi's story as she navigates all this drama and more.

I thought our arranged marriage had turned into love for both of us. I discovered how wrong I was the day I gave birth to our premature son and found my husband taking comfort from another woman. The woman he loved.