Edik Brandwein
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Edik Brandwein's Books and Stories
My Quiet Wife Is An Elite Genius
Modern I was the ultimate trophy wife, a polished ornament in Francisco Zimmerman’s billionaire empire. For three years, I perfected the "Zimmerman Wife Smile," playing the role of the devoted partner while smoothing the Egyptian cotton of his shirts.
The illusion shattered when I stood outside his study and heard him laughing with his mistress, Annalise.
"She’s just a vase that only knows how to smile," Francisco’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "As long as I pay the maintenance fees on time, she stays obedient."
I walked out that night with nothing but a canvas bag and the clothes on my back. But Francisco wasn't finished with his "asset." He froze my bank accounts and used his massive influence to blacklist me from every interior design firm in New York. He tracked my phone, watching me struggle from the shadows, waiting for me to starve so I would crawl back to his mansion.
He even showed up at the dive bar where I was playing piano for rent money, mocking my desperation.
"You have technique, but no heart," he sneered, tossing a silver coin into my tip jar as if I were a beggar. "You're hollow, Iris. Just like your pride."
I couldn't believe this was the same man whose life I had saved during a bloody night in Macau. To him, I wasn't a wife; I was a stock price that needed stabilizing. The more I fought for my independence, the tighter he pulled the net, determined to break my spirit until I had no choice but to return to his gilded cage.
Then, the morning sickness hit. I realized I wasn't just carrying my own life anymore—I was carrying his heir. If Francisco found out, he would never let us go; he would turn my child into another "performance bonus" for his brand.
Looking at the sonogram, I knew a divorce would never be enough to escape a man who thought he owned the world.
"I'm not going back," I whispered, staring at his yacht moored in the harbor. "To save this baby, Iris Potter has to die." Marked By The Ruthless Alpha King
Werewolf I stood on the dais in a flimsy white dress, waiting for my fated mate, the future Alpha, to complete our bonding ceremony.
But in front of the entire pack, he looked at my foster sister and publicly rejected me.
"A wolfless, genetically flawed individual is not fit to be my Luna."
The invisible bond snapped, nearly tearing my soul apart.
My foster sister shed fake tears while clinging to his arm, and my foster father didn't even look at me.
Instead, he immediately started whispering to a greedy merchant, plotting to sell me on the auction block to the highest bidder.
They erased me from the family records, stole my mother's inheritance, and mocked that I was probably hiding in some corner crying.
To escape being sold like cattle, I fled into the deadly Forbidden Forest.
I survived assassins and exhaustion, only to be forcibly marked by a terrifying stranger—the Alpha King of the Bloodmoon Pack.
He handed me a slave contract, making me his personal attendant just to shield himself from a political marriage.
Everyone thought I had fallen into a darker abyss, destined to be a miserable, forgotten piece of trash.
But they didn't know I used this chance to become the Alpha King's most valued strategist, holding all their fatal weaknesses in my hands.
At the grand Pack Summit, I stepped out of the Alpha King's armored car in a breathtaking gown, standing firmly by his side.
Looking at my ex-mate and foster sister's shocked faces, I smiled calmly.
The battle had just begun. My Foolish Husband's Regret Comes Late
Mafia For three years, I secretly used my hidden network of connections to build my husband's pathetic mafia syndicate into the absolute pinnacle of this city.
Tonight was supposed to be the birthday dinner where I planned to finally reveal my true identity to him.
Instead, Cassio left me all alone in that high-end restaurant and froze every single one of my accounts.
Hours later, he returned with his mistress Lola and a group of heavily armed men.
"You have nothing. No power, no money. You are completely worthless," Lola sneered triumphantly, viciously smashing a bottle of vintage red wine at my feet before landing a hard punch to my jaw.
He announced to the roaring crowd of mobsters that I was being cast aside.
Then, he gave me a cruel ultimatum.
If I couldn't produce three hundred thousand dollars in thirty minutes, his men would strip me naked and throw me out onto the street, leaving me to be publicly humiliated for the entire city to see.
Those sleazy capos closed in on me, staring with the greedy eyes of predators sizing up their prey.
Looking at the man I had married out of genuine love, I finally understood that our wedding vows were nothing but a carefully calculated experiment to him.
He truly believed I was just a helpless, penniless woman whom he could trample on at will just to please his mistress.
He had no idea that I was Serena Falcone, the legendary heiress of the most cold-blooded mafia family on the East Coast.
When the countdown ended and his men reached out to tear my dress, I calmly picked up a phone and summoned my real family.
It was time to burn his entire empire to the ground! He Came Back, I Broke Him
Modern Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back.
Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status.
His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout.
Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him.
Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones?
Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left. Reborn as the Villain's Wife
Modern I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent.
This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance.
My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral.
The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world.
Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming.
But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy.
"I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral."
The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match. The High Price Of Father's Freedom
Romance I was at a high-end law school mixer, hiding behind a pillar and eyeing the shrimp buffet because my bank account was empty and my fridge contained nothing but expired milk. My father’s name was a national headline for all the wrong reasons, and my only goal was to survive law school without being recognized.
That’s when the room went silent for the arrival of Armond Woodward, the billionaire COO of a global media empire. I froze, because seven years ago in Paris, he was Armond Chevalier, the sweet art student I’d shared a life with. Now, he was a cold-eyed predator in a bespoke suit, and he was staring directly at me like I was a missing asset he’d finally located.
I tried to escape, but the walls were closing in. My tuition payment was forty-eight hours late, and my father was facing a new indictment that would keep him in prison for the rest of his life. While a rich classmate named Miles tried to "save" me by parading me around like a trophy, Armond was working in the shadows. He didn't just offer help; he bought my student loans and my father’s legal liens, effectively making himself my sole creditor.
The realization hit me like a physical blow when Armond cornered me in his private elevator. He knew about my broken apartment lock, my ramen-noodle dinners, and every cent I owed. He hadn't just found me by accident; he had been watching me drown for years, waiting for the exact moment I became desperate enough to be useful.
"I've been waiting for you to hit bottom, Rose," he whispered, using the private name from our past as he trapped me in the back of his black SUV.
With the threat of a two-million-dollar restitution fee hanging over my father's head and the prosecutors closing in, Armond laid out his final terms. He didn't want an apology or a second chance at love; he needed a wife to secure his family trust and defeat a hostile takeover, and I was the only person with enough debt to be completely controlled.
"Marry me, Abbey. A three-year contract, and I make all of this go away."
I looked at the man who had destroyed my life just to own it and realized that to save my family, I had to walk straight into the golden cage he had built for me. The Wife They Broke
Romance My husband and son were pathologically obsessed with me, constantly testing my love by showering attention on another woman, Kassandra. My jealousy and misery were their proof of my devotion.
Then came the car accident. My hand, the one that wrote award-winning film scores, was severely crushed. But Jacob and Anton chose to prioritize Kassandra' s minor head injury, leaving my career in ruins.
They watched me, waiting for tears, anger, jealousy. They got nothing. I was a statue, my face a placid mask. My silence unsettled them. They continued their cruel game, celebrating Kassandra' s birthday lavishly, while I sat in a secluded corner, watching them. Jacob even ripped my deceased mother' s gold locket from my neck to give to Kassandra, who then deliberately crushed it under her heel.
This wasn't love. It was a cage. My pain was their sport, my sacrifice their trophy.
Lying on the cold hospital bed, waiting, I felt the love I had nurtured for years die. It withered and turned to ash, leaving behind something hard and cold. I was done. I would not fix them. I would escape. I would destroy them. His Cruel Test, My Broken Heart
Modern The hospital air was cold, the envelope in my trembling hands heavy with the thirty thousand dollars – every penny my mother and I had scraped together to save her.
But the bed was empty. The nurse' s soft words, "She' s gone," shattered my world.
Then came the note, her shaky handwriting revealing a truth more devastating than death: She' d endured unbearable pain, not for a cure, but to save money for Jake, for my freedom.
Clutching her ashes, I arrived at Jake' s office, the "good man who' d just lost his way."
Then I heard it-voices from the conference room: my creditor, Chloe Adams, and Jake' s cold, analytical voice.
"You can' t have a gold digger for a wife," Chloe purred.
And Jake' s reply, chilling me to the bone: "Next, I need to know if she' s truly devoted to me… If she still loves me and not my money, then I' ll marry her."
My mother died for a lie.
His "struggle," our sacrifices, our love – it was all a cruel, elaborate test.
A game.
He was the CEO of Miller Corp, a billionaire, and I was just a lab rat in his sick experiment.
I walked out, leaving him, his lies, and the ruins of my life behind.
I will never look back. Leaving the Billionaire's Shadow
Billionaires I woke up to the sterile silence of my master bedroom, 27 again.
This wasn' t a dream; it was my second chance to escape a life everyone else called a fairytale.
On my wife Olivia' s side of the king-sized bed, the sheets were undisturbed.
She was Olivia Hayes, the tech mogul, a name that carried weight.
To the outside world, I was Ethan Miller, the lucky architect married to a billionaire, but looking at our family photo, a chilling emptiness consumed me.
I saw a stranger with a forced smile standing next to a woman who was never there, and two children whose affection I' d lost to Liam Thorne, Olivia' s childhood sweetheart.
Years of being a shadow, my efforts ignored, my presence taken for granted-I wouldn' t live that life again.
I found the file I was looking for: Divorce_Agreement.pdf.
After printing two copies, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name that haunted my previous life.
Liam Thorne.
He picked up on the third ring, his voice thick with sleep. "Who is this?"
"It' s Ethan Miller," I said, devoid of emotion.
A confused pause, then. "Ethan? Do you know what time it is? Is Olivia okay?"
"Olivia is fine," I replied. "I' m calling about something else. I have divorce papers here. I' m ready to sign them. I want to give you everything. Olivia, the children, this house. It' s all yours." Second Love on Snow Mountain
Romance The hum of the projector was a victory song, my architectural proposal a masterpiece, and the biggest deal of my life was firmly in my grasp.
Then, the screen flickered, and my home security feed astonishingly replaced my presentation, broadcasting my husband Liam, in his meditation room, hands caressing another woman.
The boardroom went from buzzing with ambition to a suffocating silence, every corporate shark' s eyes boring into me as my perfectly crafted life shattered.
I didn't flinch, my professional calm a mask over the searing pain of betrayal, as I coolly ended the meeting, securing the contract with a hand that barely trembled.
But once in my car, my first call wasn\'t to Liam; it was to my lawyer, a swift command issuing from my lips: "Start the application for my permanent residency in Switzerland. Immediately." The Wife Who Came Back To Kill
Modern My life as Evelyn Reed, the quiet wife to the ambitious Senator Harrison Bishop III, was finally complete - I was pregnant, a joyful secret I' d just shared with my husband.
But Victoria, my beautiful, cruel stepsister, offered me a "special herbal tea" for the baby. Soon, searing pain tore through me, a fire in my belly that turned to a spreading, deadly cold.
My hands clutched my stomach, trying to protect the tiny life, our baby. It was useless. Victoria stood over me, her smile a crimson slash, while Harry, my own husband, remained a silent shadow behind her. "You were always just a placeholder, you and that little mistake," Victoria whispered, her voice the last sound before darkness swallowed me whole.
I died, betrayed by the man I loved and the sister I trusted, my unborn child ripped from me. The injustice burned hotter than the fire in my belly, leaving behind a cold, endless void.
Then I gasped, eyes snapping open to blinding sunlight. I was in my doctor's office. "You' re about six weeks along. Congratulations, Evelyn." I was back. Back to the very day it all began, their treachery branded onto my soul. This time, I knew their game. And this time, they would pay – a debt of vengeance as cold and sharp as broken glass. Where the Snow Falls Soft
Romance My life with Mark was perfect, or so I thought.
Seven years together, a cozy apartment in Chicago, and a baby on the way.
Then a car accident stole our future.
I lay on the pavement, bleeding and terrified, dialing Mark, only for him to answer with an annoyed shrug-off from his 'client'.
Just minutes later, I saw him drive by, him in the passenger seat, his intern Jessie at the wheel.
The hospital confirmed my biggest fear: I'd lost the baby.
That night, alone at home, I found expensive lingerie, definitely not for me, hidden in our closet.
It was for Jessie.
The next betrayal came wrapped in buttercream: Mark asked me to bake an elaborate birthday cake for his "important agency client."
It was Jessie.
And if that wasn't enough, at her lavish party, Jessie flaunted my anniversary bracelet, telling me Mark said it was "just something old lying around."
My heart turned to stone as I grasped the depth of his cruelty and indifference.
To lose our baby, only to uncover this twisted deception, the public humiliation, and his utter contempt for my feelings.
How could one person be so callous, so utterly devoid of empathy?
Enough was enough.
At that party, I handed him a document-the termination of our shared lease.
As he scribbled his name, oblivious, I knew my decision was final.
I walked out of that party and his life forever, ready to reclaim my power and start anew.
But first, he had to pay. A Mother's Curse, A World Undone
Fantasy For fifteen years, silence was my shield, a vow I kept to prevent my "disaster prophecies" from unleashing chaos into the world.
My six-year-old son, Noah, was my entire universe, the one shining star in my muted life.
But then my ex-husband, Kevin, and his new, beautiful girlfriend, Jessica, sent Noah—who was terrified of dogs—to a brutal ‘discipline’ camp filled with vicious Rottweilers.
Soon after, the camp director curtly informed me that Noah "didn’t make it," handing me a small bag containing his torn shirt and a muddy sneaker.
When I confronted Kevin with the devastating truth and the remnants of our son, his response shattered my very being.
He laughed, callously dismissing Noah's last belongings as "trash," then threw the sacred fragments to his own German Shepherd, watching as the dog tore at them.
The familiar sting of my silence, always a weapon against me, now became an unbearable agony, a fire raging inside my soul.
But in that moment, as the last shred of my world crumbled, the dam broke, and a raw, hoarse sound ripped from my chest.
My voice, silent for a decade and a half, returned with a chilling clarity.
"Kevin," I hissed, "you will pay for this. Everything you value will turn to dust."
And to Jessica, shielding her pregnant belly, I declared, "Your child will not live, and fire will consume your beauty for the rest of your miserable life."
This was no longer sorrow; this was a mother’s curse, freshly spoken, and the world would soon discover its terrifying power. You might like
The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
Gertrude I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter.
But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant
Valeria On our third engagement anniversary, I bought my fiancé the watch he had wanted for months.
But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman.
The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna.
When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me.
Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation.
They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit.
Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies.
"She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood."
I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery.
I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased.
I refused to let them destroy me.
To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship.
But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead.
Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress.
"Are you my new mommy?" Abandoned by Family, Adored by a Billionaire
Qing Hua Waking up alone in a sterile hospital room after major surgery, Chloe Lancaster reached for her phone, hoping for a single message from her husband.
Instead, the first thing she saw was a photo he had just posted. It was a picture of him laughing in the park with their daughter and Chloe's sister, Isabella.
The caption read: "Perfect Sunday with my favorite girls."
In the family group chat, Chloe's message about going into surgery was met with dead silence, while her mother and brother enthusiastically praised Isabella. When Chloe called her husband to ask for a divorce, he coldly mocked her for being paranoid and overweight, while Isabella played the innocent victim in the background. Later, Isabella even brainwashed Chloe's young daughter into screaming in terror at the sight of her.
"Bad mommy! Go away! I want Auntie Izzy!"
For six years, Chloe had given up her prestigious music career, her friends, and her entire life to be the perfect wife, only to be systematically erased. She was suffocated by the injustice of it all. How could her own flesh and blood so easily replace her, stealing her husband and her child while treating her like absolute garbage?
But the agonizing pain soon burned down to a cold ember of resolve.
Wiping away her tears, Chloe didn't throw a meaningless tantrum. Instead, she quietly slipped a devastating divorce agreement into a stack of routine business reports for her arrogant husband to blindly sign, preparing to detonate his perfect world. Secretly Extraordinary: I'm The Crown Jewel You Failed To Treasure
Anemic Sun For three years, Allison poured herself into marriage, caring for Henry and their home while he gave her nothing but silence.
When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
Heartbroken, Allison walked away and reclaimed the brilliant life she had buried-becoming a famed jewelry designer, restoration master, and mysterious healer.
Only then did everyone learn Henry's unwanted wife was a hidden genius.
Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer." Mr. Billionaire, Your Madness Belongs To Me!
wheat globe When Natalie's hearing returned, betrayal was the devastating truth waiting for her.
She repaid the cheating pair with sharp slaps, then took her sister's place in an arranged marriage.
Her groom, Nathan, was rumored to be frail, vicious, and unable to satisfy a woman.
Their wedding night, however, demolished every warning when he pinned her against the glass and challenged the rumor himself. Three relentless days proved the gossip laughably wrong.
Later, her groveling ex begged her back. Nathan asked for a knife to deal with the "pest."
Everyone saw a monster. Natalie alone knew his madness hid a love that burned only for her. 
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