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His Unwanted Wife Is A Secret Genius

His Unwanted Wife Is A Secret Genius

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Darien Carlisle, even burying my secret identity as the legendary fashion designer "AURA." But on our third anniversary, while I was curled up in agony from a stomach ulcer, I saw the news: he was buying a diamond necklace for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. When he finally came home, smelling of her perfume, he treated me like a tedious chore. "Don't pull any tricks. You're nothing without the Carlisle name," he sneered when I asked for a divorce. I left with nothing, but he thought it was just a pathetic tantrum. He even brought Everleigh to my hidden studio, throwing eight million dollars at me to buy the exact gown I had designed for my own rebirth, just to humiliate me. When my ulcer ruptured that night, I called him in a desperate plea for help. "Are you looking for Dari? He's in the shower," Everleigh's sweet voice answered. He then blocked my number, accusing me of faking an emergency to get his attention, and left me to die on the floor. I finally realized that my unwavering devotion couldn't melt a heart of stone. To him, I was just a worthless placeholder he enjoyed torturing. Waking up in the hospital, the last shred of my foolish love died. I hired a ruthless lawyer to force the divorce, fully reclaimed my empire as AURA, and walked right into his company's most important boardroom.
When Love Turns to Ash

When Love Turns to Ash

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.