Plot Twists Short Stories & Homewrecker Crime Novels

On the day I'm sentenced to death, my parents, Herbert Meyer and Aileen Wagner, hold a press conference to announce their adopted son, Justin Meyer, as Meyer Corporation's new successor. My sister, Tiana Meyer, and Justin get engaged, and they finally become a real family. As for me, I've exposed Justin for who he really is, only to be branded an ingrate and disowned by my own family. After being reborn, I no longer want their love. I live only for myself.

The night before the Northbridge Graduate Admissions Exam, my aunt Brenda brought her daughter to our home for dinner. The girl turned the house upside down, and I tolerated one disaster after another. During dinner, I left my phone on the table while I went to the bathroom. When I returned, Aunt Brenda smiled and handed it back to me. "Put this away before you lose it." I thought nothing of it. The next morning at the airport, an agent told me my flight had been changed to the following day. My mind went blank. In my deleted messages, I found the rebooking verification code from the night before. I returned home in shock and found Aunt Brenda waiting with her daughter. "Since you were already traveling to Bellhaven, I moved your flight so you could take Kayla to her father tomorrow. "I'll reimburse the airfare. No need to thank me." I shook with anger. "Aunt Brenda, if I leave tomorrow, I'll miss the exam." She dismissed me with a wave. "What exam could matter more than family? It's only an admissions test. Take it next time. "I already offered to cover the ticket. That's almost a thousand dollars. Why are you so ungrateful?" As I looked at her entitled expression, my anger suddenly became calm. "All right, Aunt Brenda," I said with a cold smile. "You're the one who asked me to take her."

When my ex-wife, Clara Quinton, holds a wedding ceremony with her first love, they put me in a coffin. Sha says this is a new immersive experience at the cultural village and asks me to play along with a staged scene where the ex-husband crashes the wedding. The guests gather around the coffin and cheer. The host grins and calls out, "Bury the ex, and may the newlyweds live happily ever after!" Her first love, Kevin Irwin, is dressed in a suit. His eyes glisten with tears. "Clara, is this really okay? After all, Sam has been with you for seven years," Kevin says. Clara gently fixes his hair and says in a soft voice, "Back then, he was the one who forced you to leave the country. Because of that, you got into an accident that nearly ruined your career. "Today, we're only making him lie in there for a little while." Before they close the coffin lid, I desperately grab onto the edge and scream, "Clara, Max is inside the coffin too!" Everything outside falls silent for a moment. Then, Clara lets out a cold laugh and says, "I can't believe you'd make up something so ridiculous. Max went to Southville with your friend, Noah. "There is a ventilation hose in the coffin. The camera is rolling too. So, stop pretending!" The dirt slowly covers the coffin. From inside the coffin, I hear her coldly order, "Let him out when he admits he was wrong and apologizes."

The night my fiancée ran over my sister, all she had to do was show me a family photo—and I dropped to my knees before the police and confessed. For seven years, my parents called me a monster, my relatives said I deserved to rot, and I wasn't even allowed to touch my sister's ashes. The day I walked free, my fiancée came to meet me in a wedding dress. Smiling, she pressed a wedding invitation into my hand. "I'm marrying your brother. You took the fall for me, and now you're just an ex-con. Stay away from us." I should have torn the invitation to pieces and demanded to know why. Instead, I smiled and nodded. Then, with everyone watching, I signed over everything I owned—every property, every share, even the old house my parents had left me. Everyone called me spineless. Pathetic. Until her wedding day, when I took out that same family photo. One look at it, and her parents dropped to their knees, smashing their foreheads against the floor. Her husband looked once, seized a champagne bottle, and shattered his own kneecap. And my ex-fiancée finally went mad.