18 Book(s) Related to dumped

The night Julian Wright orchestrated his "rose ceremony," everyone expected a full meltdown.
They were taking bets—would I show up sobbing, or would I skip straight to the roof? After all, everyone knew I was broke. Without Julian's money, I'd be out on my ass.
But when Julian handed that rose to campus queen Chloe Miller, the ballroom doors never opened. No crying. No scene. The whole party lost its main event.
What nobody knew was that while Julian was busy playing bachelor, I was sitting on his half-brother's leather couch in nothing but an oversized white dress shirt. Bare legs tucked under me.
I glanced up at Vincent, catching my lower lip between my teeth. "Your couch is soaked. Where exactly are you planning to sleep tonight?"
Vincent Wright's throat worked. Hard. He dragged his gaze away like it physically hurt. When he spoke, his voice came out wrecked: "Stay put. I'll grab a towel."
A beat. Then rougher: "Need to get you dry."

After three years of marriage, I caught my husband cheating.

At his victory banquet, separated only by a thin wall, I watched him with his mistress. As she swallowed his massive length, she mocked me for being "ordinary," "cold," and "boring."

When I was kidnapped and nearly defiled, I didn't receive comfort. Instead, my husband looked at me with undisguised loathing.

He wasn't worried about my trauma—he was afraid I had contracted an STD!

Done with the disappointment and pain, I finally made my decision.
I’m done with you!

But after the divorce, my ex-husband turned into a obsessed stalker. With bloodshot eyes and a choking voice, he demanded, "Do you even have a heart? Why can't you see how much I love you?"

Laughable.
Love?

I spat back, "Your love only makes me sick!"

As my ex-husband knelt in the dirt, begging for a way back, my new husband pulled me into his arms.

He is a man of supreme status and noble elegance. He looked down at my ex with eyes like frost.

"Coveting my wife? You’re not even worthy."

Everyone in town said I dumped my blind boyfriend because I couldn't stand being poor.
Five years later, I'd become a blind drifter myself, relying on handouts just to eat.
And he'd become one of Silicon Valley's hottest rising tech moguls.
He recognized me, but pretended he didn't.
He wanted me on my knees. Wanted me begging. Wanted me to pay for "abandoning" him.
Until he found out the person who gave up everything for him back then was no one else...
But me.

What is the happiest day of any woman, her wedding day, right? But it wasn't the case with Pamela Grayson. She sobbed before, during, and after the wedding.
It is difficult for her to comprehend why her parents would force her into a marriage with a man who is in a coma, that doesn't have the slightest probability of ever coming out of it.
But what can she do than accept it? After all her sister had seduced her fiance and was pregnant with his child. Her dowry was going to be used to sponsor an elaborate wedding for her sister and her supposed fiance.
But the man she got married to was even more ruthless and cruel to her than her family when he came out of the coma. Forced to terminate her surrogate babies, he divorced her and sever every tie with her.
But fate brought them to cross paths again. Now a princess, a heiress, and the CEO of the largest cooperation in the continent:
What does the future hold for them both, and their quadruplets which Louis Hayden thought had been flushed away?
A story of fate, a second chance, karma, and revenge!!!

"Sister, I'm pregnant with your husband's baby."

When the fake heiress, Chloe Mellon，slapped the pregnancy test onto my face, I finally saw the truth.

For ten years, she stole my identity, my family, and now—my husband.

They called me heartless when I refused to play the victim.

They called me cruel when I exposed their affair.

But as I walked out of that mansion, leaving the cheating CEO and his mistress behind,

I realized something:

The only thing I lost was the illusion of love.

The rest? I'll take it all back—starting with my birthright.

Goodbye, Tristan Getty. Enjoy your toxic love triangle. The real heiress is done playing.

For three years, Christina hid her identity as a billionaire heiress, believing she had found true love. Instead, she discovered she was nothing but a cheap stand-in for her scumbag boyfriend's first love. Faced with his arrogance and cruel humiliation, she dumped him without a second thought. The time for playing poor was over!

Returning to elite high society, she reclaims her mega-fortune and accepts a marriage alliance with Gabriel—the most powerful, ruthless billionaire CEO in Aurora City. Known to the world as a cold-blooded tyrant, this untouchable man has only one exception: her. He spoils her beyond measure.

When Christina’s true identity is finally exposed, her pathetic ex is paralyzed with regret, dropping to his knees to beg for a second chance.

Nestled safely in her powerful fiancé’s embrace, Christina looks down at her ex with a cold smirk. "Sorry, but trash like you isn't even qualified to step foot through my family's gates!"

In my past life, I spent everything loving Ronald Wright, only to watch him chase after his first love and marry her in the end. I died alone and sick in a hospital, forgotten.

After being reborn, I gave up. On our wedding anniversary, I asked for a divorce. I walked away from being a full-time housewife and became the youngest rising star in the design world.

But something changed. The husband who once ignored me suddenly cared. He came home every day, afraid I might cheat on him.
I sneered, “One day, you’ll be the one begging for a divorce.” He laughed, “Keep dreaming.”

I waited for him to realize, just like in the past, that he still loved the other woman and would force me to leave, giving me millions in return.

But this time, he pulled me into his arms and said, “What’s money after a divorce? I’m worth billions. It’s all yours. But you—you’re mine.”

Isabella’s world shatters when her longtime boyfriend, Damon Sanchez, publicly proposes to her best friend. Humiliated and heartbroken, she drowns her sorrows in a bar—only to wake up on the bed of Matteo Moretti, the city’s most powerful billionaire.
Their one-night stand should have been the end of it.
But when her brother Alan's illness and Damon's vengeance leave her jobless, fate delivers Isabella straight into the jaws of her most dangerous mistake—Matteo Moretti, now her ruthless new boss.
Caught between Damon’s vindictive games and Moretti’s dangerous allure, Isabella must decide—is survival worth the cost of her heart?
Especially when Matteo’s seven-year-old son, Noah, starts calling her "Mom."

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At the engagement party, Adrian walked in with pregnant Celeste: "Sorry, the engagement is off."

"Why?" I stared at him intently.

"The baby is Adrian's," Celeste sobbed, "I can't let my child grow up without a father..."

"You're just an orphan with no money or connections," Adrian looked at me coldly, "You're not good enough for me."

Just when I was completely humiliated, butler Steven found me. "Miss Hayes, we've been searching for you for twenty-three years. You're the long-lost heiress of Hayes Corporation."

A week later at the family reunion banquet, Adrian knelt before me: "Iris, please give me another chance!"

"You can stay by my side," I looked down at him condescendingly, "but not as my boyfriend—as my servant."

But when Celeste accidentally miscarried, the truth shocked everyone...

In the lawless Reckoned Territories of the 1870s Weird West, every bullet, every betrayal, and every "honest" land grab is tallied by the merciless Debt of Deeds System. Positive deeds generate Merit Points that fuel skills and survival. Sinful ones pile up, and defectors are plagued by black veins, phantom pain, and spectral Debt Collectors hungry for payment.
Silas "Ledger" Crowe, a quick-draw con man and former rustler, wakes up deep in the Red with over two thousand Liabilities on his head. Black veins already crawl beneath his skin, a constant reminder that his past sins are coming due — literally. When a forbidden artifact grants him the rare skill of Debt Forgery, Silas gains the power to transfer his burdens onto others… at the risk of tearing reality apart.
As he navigates dusty boom towns, crooked railroad barons, and high-stakes duels, Silas must balance his ledger while dodging Audit Storms and vengeful enforcers. But in a frontier built on stolen land and outsourced sins, "Manifest Destiny" is just expensive cosmic grift — and the bill always comes due.
With snarky blue notifications guiding his every choice, a sharp-tongued deputy watching his back, and the constant threat of turning Hollowed, Silas races against time to either forge his way to power or hack the System itself before the Great Final Audit wipes the Territories clean.
Redemption has never been so expensive. Some men pay in blood.
Silas pays in blood and gold.

Daniella Rodriguez has been in love with Jason Bernardi, her lover, for three years.
He was nice, mature, a good listener, amusing, open-minded, unrestrained, non-possessive, and really calm. Furthermore, he had a deep affection for her.
That's why Daniella accepted Jason's proposal. Trusting her love for his love and believing that her decision was correct.

Daniella was so sure.

Then she met that man.
Zane Bernardi.
Her faith in everything about her relationship with Jason was fading.
Zane Bernardi is well known as Italy's wealthiest billionaire and president of the Bernardi family oil firm.
But Daniella remembers Zane Bernardi as Danzel, a cold-blooded mobster who tricked her into giving up her virginity and then left her the next day.

Daniella tries to keep her distance from him because...Zane Bernardi is harsh and cruel, with enough self-confidence to last two lives, and she despises him because of what he has done to her in the past.

In contrast to his little brother, Zane exemplified total irreverence.
Darker, colder, and more intoxicating.
To top it all off, his wonderful looks are enough to justify all his mischief; he is fiery, handsome, sexy, hot, irresistible and luring.

In the midst of Zane's relentless pressure, his dark allure, and the vicious cycle he was dragging her into, Daniella wished she could draw away from him.
But rejecting him exacerbates his infatuation.
Her resistance bolstered him.

He was ruthless, bringing out the deep darkness in Daniella, who relished it.
However, she would not tolerate him bringing her ruin.
She'd be damned if she let him be her downfall.

She was a gift
He was the owner.
And the ancient angel was going to stop at nothing to get what was rightfully his.
.............................
"Are you willingly to fight beside me Amica mae?" He asked looking at me with a certain glint in his eyes, I knew everything at this point depended on my answer.

I stared right back at him, at 'my angel', by the god's he was perfectly alluring, it was simply unfair.

A smirk automatically adorned my lips "With you Meus rex, anytime"

He released a beaming smile, then he rose his head looking up to the heavens. With his dark brown almost black silky hair looking as ravishing as ever he gave an intense sinister smile, as if sending a very radiant 'fuck you' to the entire host of heaven.

Damn I love this man.

On the night of my wedding, what lay before my feet was supposed to be a gift. I got a dead body instead. And I have to take the blame.


Sophyne is the lowest of her kind—a Dhamir with short fangs, weak blood, and no power. Her fated mate whispered forever, then married her cousin and framed her for murder. Forced to confess to a crime she didn't commit, she escapes, only to be betrayed again, captured, and sold north in chains.

There, in the frozen kingdom of the Night Sovereign, Kaelith Veyl-Noctis has ruled for nine centuries. He's dying—cursed by a dead god, his veins crawling with black vengeance. Only the Forsaken Bride can save him: a woman betrayed on her binding night, carrying blood that sings to his.

Sophyne is that bride. She just doesn't know it yet.

When she runs from slavers and crashes into his horse, collapsing at his feet in a crowded market, the bond ignites with primal, irreversible force. She is his cure. His mate. His obsession. He lifts her like she's already his and calls her his darling Dhamir with a tenderness that terrifies her.

But her traitor husband is rallying armies to reclaim her. Her cousin wants her dead before the truth spills. And if Kaelith can't complete the bond before the curse consumes him, they will both die.

He's waited nine centuries for her. He's not letting go now.

At the parents' meeting, the daughter's diary was read aloud: "My father is the Grand Duke of the Night."
The room erupted in laughter.
The mentor, disregarding her daughter's dignity, tore up her diary, while the nouveau riche woman advised me , a liar, to "get out of this neighborhood."
I didn't say anything, I just stood up. Then, their knees were all shattered.