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The Unwanted Wife: No Longer His Shield

The Unwanted Wife: No Longer His Shield

Aryanna sat in the freezing rain, watching her billionaire husband of two years gently tuck a stray hair behind his mistress's ear. But the ultimate betrayal didn't come from her marriage. A DNA test suddenly revealed she wasn't the real Garza heiress, but a worthless orphan swapped at birth by a vengeful nurse. Her adoptive parents immediately froze her trust funds and disowned her, ordering her to play the perfect wife just to secure a corporate merger. Stripped of her family and wealth, Aryanna thought her husband might finally show some pity. Instead, she overheard him talking to his friends in a private VIP room. "She is the perfect shield. As long as the media and my family are focused on tearing Aryanna apart, Kaylen stays safe." The truth shattered her completely. She wasn't a wife. She was just a meat shield meant to draw the fire away from his true love. When Aryanna later confronted the mistress, the woman faked a pathetic panic attack. Without a second thought, her husband shoved Aryanna's best friend into a wall and looked at Aryanna with absolute disgust, calling her a vicious monster. Why was she suffering all the abuse while a professional con artist got all his protection and love? The broken, desperate wife died in that hallway. Aryanna swung her arm and slapped his face with every ounce of strength she had left. "The subpoena for the divorce will be on your desk tomorrow morning." She turned her back on the billionaire and walked away. This time, she was done playing the victim.
When A Business Marriage Implodes

When A Business Marriage Implodes

The picture on my phone was a punch to the gut. It showed my husband, Julian Vance, the cold, untouchable tech CEO, smiling genuinely at a young woman I' d never seen before, his hand resting on her shoulder. This wasn't his public, polished smile for the cameras. It was something real, something he hadn' t directed at me in years. My seemingly stable world tilted on its axis, unraveling years of accepted emotional distance. "Lily Chen. Struggling artist," the private investigator' s text read below the photo. I knew our five-year marriage was a business arrangement, but I thought Julian was emotionally detached from everyone. I thought wrong. That night, at the annual Vance Technologies gala, I confronted him. His eyes, usually unreadable, flickered with annoyance before settling into their practiced mask. "Our marriage is a business arrangement, Scarlett. You knew that when you signed the papers." He handed me a divorce settlement, already drafted. "I want her. I will not have you in the way." I crumpled the paper. "And if I refuse?" A chilling ruthlessness crossed his face, not meant for a business rival, but for me. "Don' t make this difficult, Scarlett. You will lose." The next week was a nightmare as he systematically dismantled my family' s company, Hayes AI. Our top engineers were poached, contracts sabotaged, stock plummeting. The final blow came when Julian called, his voice emotionless. "I have your parents, Scarlett. They are safe, for now. Sign the papers. You have one hour." He sent a live video feed: my parents, tied to chairs, terrified. I drove frantically to his office, ready to sign. But as my pen touched the paper, Julian spoke one word into his earpiece. "Now." On screen, two masked men entered, brutally ending my parents' lives. The world went black. Then, I gasped, eyes flying open. I was in my bed. Sunlight streamed in. My phone buzzed. It was a notification from my PI. A photo had just arrived: Julian and Lily in her studio. It was the same day. The day it all started. I was back.
The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover

My father stole my mother's legacy and forced me into an engagement with Arley Simmons to secure a financial lifeline for his company. I became a mere bargaining chip, a tragic heiress sold to the highest bidder. Now, Arley was back from his year-long "business trip." But his mistress, my former best friend Kenia, texted me a photo flaunting a multi-million dollar sapphire necklace he had just bought her. "I heard Arley's back tomorrow. So happy for you both." It was a blatant declaration of war. Yet, the Simmons family didn't care about my humiliation. They demanded I play the doting fiancée to secure a crucial partnership with the elusive billionaire, Algernon McCarthy. They forced me to move into Arley's penthouse, and his mother ordered us to produce an heir immediately to silence the scandal. Arley even came home drunk, trying to force himself on me to do his "duty." They all thought I was just their puppet. They expected me to swallow the pain, hide in the shadows, and let my silent misery curdle while they built their empire on my broken life. But the old Hope was dead. I terminated the contract with the secret escort I had hired for the past year, ready to clean house and burn the Simmons family to the ground. What I didn't know was that the escort I had just thrown away like trash was the very billionaire god my enemies were desperately praying to.