She Sheep Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He married the wrong woman… and broke the right one. Now she’s back, with the power to ruin him… or make him beg. Seven years ago, Emily Truce dragged a boy out of a burning wreck, then vanished before he ever even saw her face. By morning, her twin sister had stolen the credit… and the life that came with it. Now that boy is Carl Ben, a billionaire bound to marry the woman he believes saved him. But when a crushing family debt forces a last-minute switch, the bride at the altar isn’t Lydia, it’s Emily. The wrong bride. The unwanted wife. From the moment they marry, Carl makes his feelings clear. Cold. Distant. Cruel. He gives his loyalty to a lie and his attention to another woman while Emily fades into a life where she is seen, but never chosen. Until the night everything breaks, she discovers Carl's preference for his matrimonial bed is her twin sister and never her and he confirms it to her face while she laughs at Emily with him buried inside her. That night, she stops hoping… and finally walks away. She signs the divorce papers he has long awaited, secretly pregnant and disappears without a trace. Emily Truce returns no longer invisible, but powerful, remarried in an arrangement to a marriage she once ran from, to a billionaire who worships her. “You're mine, Emily, let the world burn if it dares touch you, you’ll breathe my love like oxygen for a lifetime" Nicole Ashfort vows. Now Carl Ben is begging, finally seeing the truth: she was the one who saved him. But Emily didn’t come back for love. She came for revenge, Ice-Cold, rich and brutal. And this time, she decides who stays and who she ruins.

Everyone knows that I've been pursuing Ciara Hudson for several years now. For her sake, I reject a marriage alliance with the Langstons and invest ten billion dollars into saving the Hudsons from the brink of collapse. But on the night before our wedding, while attempting to appease her adopted brother, Carl Hudson, Ciara allows him to take her to bed, right in our marital home. After their steamy, sordid night together, Carl emerges from the bedroom dressed in my bathrobe, showing off the bite marks on his chest. Ciara simply brushes it off with a smile, saying that Carl was merely throwing a tantrum and that I shouldn't take it to heart. She even uses the marriage to threaten me, demanding that I give Carl a house and some of my company's shares to ensure he never wants for anything in life. She even says she'll make sure my family's lineage ends with me, all for Carl's sake. The disgruntled Carl runs off with my car and even crashes into me on purpose. Even as I slump on the ground, covered in injuries, Ciara runs straight to Carl, who has nothing more than a few scratches, without sparing me so much as a glance. As I lie on the hospital bed, my head finally clears. It occurs to me that my sacrifices have moved no one but myself, and how pointless it'll be to persist in them. I call up Serena Langston, my business rival, and tell her I'll go through with the proposed marriage alliance between our families. Since Ciara has betrayed me, I don't want her anymore.

After Iris Miller ditches me at the altar for the seventh time just to be with her childhood sweetheart, Aaron Trent, the Millers personally show up on my doorstep so that they can apologize to me properly. "We'll add on another 11 pounds of gold, three buildings in the south-western district, and nine stores located in prime locations of the city center on top of the current list of wedding gifts in order to make it up to you." Before Daniel Miller is done speaking, Iris, who's listening to the conversation from her phone, lets out a light scoff. "As if Jasper deserves all these gifts. Believe me when I say I'll have him eating out of the palm of my hand with just a pebble I randomly pick up on the street. Grandpa, I might as well invest these wedding gifts in Aaron's art gallery." Daniel quickly ends the call before looking at me in embarrassment. Soft mocking laughter rings out around me. Everyone is waiting for me to quietly endure all the humiliation, just like before. But I've already received such compensation six times in the past. I'm no longer interested in them. Heck, I'm no longer interested in Iris as well. After thinking for a moment, I glance at the crowd with a raised brow, where I find myself staring at Taylor Miller, Iris' most hated half-sister due to her illegitimate lineage. "Mr. Miller Senior, you mentioned that whoever I marry will become the future heiress of the Miller family. This promise still stands, right?" It's fine if Iris refuses to marry me. Plenty of women are dying to marry me anyway.

My husband's childhood friend, Ayna Sweeney, has a compulsive sexual behavior disorder. To maintain her pure image, she secretly uses black magic to transfer part of her desire onto me. She seduces my husband, Eric Morgan, and has an affair with him, while I am overwhelmed by uncontrollable urges. I grab men on the street and beg them to sleep with me. Meanwhile, she is praised across the internet as a pure and innocent lady. After my disgraceful behavior is caught on camera and spreads online, Eric is furious and turns the blame on me. He scolds, "I've been busy lately and haven't been home much. Yet, you, the wife of the richest man, have no sense of shame at all!" I cry and tell him I've been set up by Ayna, but he dismisses it. He retorts, "Ayna and I grew up together. I know her better than you do! Just because you're jealous, you come up with such ridiculous accusations. How evil of you!" But every time the two of them secretly meet up, I lose control and desperately seek out anyone to quell my thirst for intimacy. I become a woman despised by everyone in high society. At a lavish banquet, I even start taking off my clothes in public and end up beaten to death by furious high society wives. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day they first begin their affair.

At the Moretti family banquet, Don Cesare Moretti won a two-person package to a private island resort. The host asked with a teasing grin, "Don Moretti, who are you taking with you?" Every pair of eyes in the room turned to me. The crowd began chanting my name, their voices rising with gleeful anticipation. "Adriana! Adriana!" My heart hammered against my ribs. I smiled at Cesare, hope blooming warm in my chest. But Cesare didn't even glance my way. His gaze had drifted past me, settling on his secretary sitting near the front. His voice was casual, almost indulgent. "Give it to her. The girl's been working late lately. She deserves a break." His secretary's face went scarlet. Those soldiers paused for just a beat—then someone shouted, "The Don is so thoughtful," and the laughter swelled again, smoothing over the moment. My best friend Bianca leaned in, whispering through clenched teeth, "We planned to get married together on the island this year. How could he forget something like that?" I smiled and forced back the tears. Then I reached over and straightened her collar. "Don't worry. The plan stays. The wedding happens." Then I called my father and said yes to the family arrangement. I would marry the Don of the Romanov family—Cesare's biggest rival. If Cesare didn't want to marry me, that was fine. I'd just find myself another groom.

Joseph Larkin, my husband, who has been missing for seven years, suddenly comes back. Not only does he bring another woman back, but he is also asking me for a divorce. Joseph says, "Mabel risked her life to save me. That's why I have to marry her to repay her. If you know what's good for you, you'll tell everyone we're already divorced." Looking at his haughty expression, I calmly say, "But I've already married someone else." Joseph laughs disdainfully. "Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows you only have eyes for me."

Everyone says I have the face of an angel. However, I choose to take a knife and slash my own beautiful face. When my twin sister sees the drastic change in my appearance, she loses it and screams at me, wanting to know why I ruined my face. In my past life, she couldn't stop stealing food deliveries. When our next-door neighbor caught her, she shoved the pregnant woman so hard that she miscarried. The woman was seven months along, and both she and her baby died. But my sister just shrugged it off, bragging that she was some popular influencer, and two pathetic lives didn't matter. She even slapped down a 50-dollar bill like it was nothing, just to humiliate them. "Still trying to scam my money? For all we know, that woman's baby was already dead inside her. Your family must've done pretty awful things to deserve losing two lives like that!" When the dead woman's family showed up at our door with kitchen knives, ready for revenge, my sister chickened out and hid. Before that, she tricked me into coming home instead. The second I walked up to our front door, the grief-stricken husband slashed at my neck, severing the artery. I died right there on the spot. After I died, everyone spat on my memory. They all said I got what I deserved, and my parents covered up what my sister really did. She even had the nerve to come forward and apologize for me, cashing in on my death while hooking up with my boyfriend. The two of them became this perfect couple online and made tons of money. This time around, I decide to destroy my face. I want to see how she will steal my identity and pin her crimes on me now!

I was invisible. A wolf-less servant, beaten down and forgotten. Until the Lycan King saw me. For twelve years, I survived by making myself nothing: no voice, no power, no hope. My stepfamily made sure I knew my place. But they never knew my secret: I'm not wolf-less. I'm a silver wolf, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, hiding in plain sight because showing my true nature would've gotten me killed. Then Kael Devereaux walked into the Culling ceremony, and everything shattered. One look. One scent. One brutal claiming bite in front of thousands, and I became his. Lycan King's fated mate, his Luna, his healing. Kael isn't looking for love. He’s loosing his mind and I am the only thing standing between him and madness. Now I'm trapped in a palace of enemies who want me dead, bound to a king who's equal parts monster and salvation, and discovering that my hidden power might be the only thing that can break his curse or doom us both. They think I'm weak and breakable. They are wrong. I didn't survive twelve years of hell just to bow to a new kind of monster. I survived to become one. Welcome to the Shadowstone Citadel. Try not to bleed on the throne.

Rachel gave everything to her husband. Her love. Her kidney. Her silence and her all. So when she finally regained her hearing, she never expected the first thing she’d hear would be her husband’s betrayal Nathan, tangled in another woman’s arms, calling her a burden he was tired of carrying. That night, Rachel walked out with nothing but a broken heart and a body already marked as sacrifice. Nathan thought that was the end of her story, but he was wrong. Years later, Rachel returns not as the woman he discarded, but as Belira Williams, the hidden heiress of DroneCode, the most powerful tech empire in the world. Richer, colder, and untouchable. This time, she isn’t here to beg for any reason. She’s here to ruin him for good. With secrets sharp enough to destroy reputations and a past Nathan never bothered to uncover, Rachel begins her revenge, slow, deliberate, and merciless. He once called her useless, now she’s the woman standing between him and everything he thought he owned. And this time… she’s not leaving quietly.

The first of a twin is always created to protect and guide the second, but no one said anything about them giving up their identity to fulfill the destiny of their younger sibling. London Elrod had no ambition in life, unlike her sister, who had her head in the cloud. One incident and a thing of joy becomes a river of sorrow, and London takes on the identity of her sister. She now has to answer a name that wasn't hers and carry a cross she knew nothing about. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, but would she be able to survive till she gets there?