After I Stopped Crying, Mom Went Mad With RegretMom said I was born a bad child because I cried too loudly.
My twin sister, Grace, never cried. That made her an angel.
When she was hungry, Mom fed her before she had to ask. When I said something hurt, Mom told me to stop seeking attention.
Every time I cried, I had to write “I’m a bad girl” a thousand times.
On Christmas Eve, Grace was going to play an angel in the church pageant.
I was curled up on the floor, barely able to breathe through the pain in my stomach.
“You’re faking sick just to ruin your sister’s performance?”
Mom took Grace’s hand and locked me inside.
I tried to be quiet.
But something was wrong. This hurt more than being hungry. More than anything I had ever felt.Sorry, Husband. I Survived.“My wife and daughter are still inside!”
Julian Vance dropped to his knees outside our burning home, sobbing for the cameras.
“My wife… my daughter… I can’t live without you!”
The crowd wept with him.
They didn’t know he had paid our nanny to drug my seven-year-old daughter and me before setting the fire.
They didn’t know he had blocked the fire trucks himself.
And they definitely didn’t know that his “dead” wife was standing behind them.The Betrayed Goddess: From Banished Mistress to OlympusI hid my identity as Aphrodite, goddess of love, to spend three years as a fisherman’s wife.
Then I became pregnant—and he announced he was marrying a princess.
“She’s a princess. What are you?” Adrian asked. “A fishing village woman?”
That evening, he brought my favorite pastries.
“Eat. The baby’s hungry too.”
I took a bite.
Then he told me the princess might be pregnant.
“Her child has to be my firstborn.”
Pain twisted through my belly. I looked down at the half-eaten pastry.
“Adrian… what did you put in this?”Game Over, Mr. BrooksMy employee badge had been placed inside a silver raffle drum.
The man who drew it was Ethan Brooks, heir to Brooks Group.
He was also my fiancé in name only.
He planned to make me fall in love with him within thirty days. Then he would dump me in front of the entire company at the anniversary gala.
He wanted a management trainee with no connections to admit that she had seduced the Brooks heir to secure a permanent position and move up in the company.
What Ethan did not know was that I had not joined Brooks to land a job.
I was there to decide whether Ethan would receive Hale Capital’s $2 billion investment.
I also wanted to see whether the fiancé I had never met deserved a place in my life.The Call He Never Answered“We need a divorce.”
Arthur laughed. “What about our daughter? Going to make her run off with Mommy?”
“She’s dead, Arthur.”
He checked her empty bedroom, then came back sneering.
“You actually hid her to sell this lie? You’re so jealous of Vanessa you’d fake your own daughter’s death. You’re sick.”
The door slammed behind him.
I began packing her things, but the familiar scent of her blanket broke me all over again.
Then the cemetery called.
“Mrs. Hayes, hurry! Someone is digging up your daughter’s grave!”
Shouting erupted on the other end.This Time, Dad Takes the Passenger SeatWhen the twisted metal of the car crash finally settled, Arthur didn't run to our bleeding son, Leo. Instead, my husband rushed to the side of the at-fault driver—his childhood sweetheart, Chloe Vance. Desperate to save Leo's crushed legs, I spent the entire night kneeling outside the home of top specialist Dr. Sterling, begging for his help. But my sacrifice meant nothing. By the time I rushed back to the hospital, a nurse delivered the crushing blow: Arthur had already signed the consent forms. Leo was in the operating room, and the surgeon holding the scalpel was none other than Dr. Chloe Vance. I burst through the doors only to find two flat sheets where my son's legs used to be. As I collapsed onto the sterile tiles, screaming at Arthur for sacrificing our child for his lover, my husband simply hauled me up by the collar, sealing the unforgivable betrayal that would spark my revenge.
