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A Wife's Bitter Reckoning
Romance My husband, Bennett, and I were New York's golden couple. But our perfect marriage was a lie, childless because of a rare genetic condition he claimed would kill any woman who carried his baby. When his dying father demanded an heir, Bennett proposed a solution: a surrogate.
The woman he chose, Aria, was a younger, more vibrant version of me. Suddenly, Bennett was always busy, supporting her through "difficult IVF cycles." He missed my birthday. He forgot our anniversary.
I tried to believe him, until I overheard him at a party. He confessed to his friends that his love for me was a "deep connection," but with Aria, it was "fire" and "exhilarating."
He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
And he certainly didn't know I had just made a call to a service that specialized in one thing: making people disappear. Seven Years of Lies, My Vengeful Return
Modern For seven years, I worked as a crime scene cleaner, scrubbing away death to save my son' s life. I finally earned the $250,000 for the experimental treatment that would cure his rare genetic disorder.
But when I arrived at the hospital, I overheard my boyfriend, Brad, talking. It wasn't about a cure. It was a "social experiment," a seven-year test to prove I wasn't a gold digger. My son was never sick.
My best friend was in on it, laughing. Then I heard my son' s voice.
"I don't want smelly Mommy to come back. I want Aunt Jaime. She smells like cookies."
They humiliated me at his school, calling me a mentally unstable cleaning lady. My son pointed at me and told everyone he didn't know me, while the man I loved dragged me away, accusing me of being a disgrace.
My love wasn't love; it was data. My sacrifice wasn't a sacrifice; it was a performance. They had turned my own child against me for their sick game.
They thought they were testing a poor, simple cleaner. They didn't know he was Bradford Yates, heir to a billion-dollar dynasty. And they had no idea I was Alyssa Dyer of the Dalton family.
I picked up the phone and called my brother.
"I'm coming home." The Girl He Left Behind: Now a Billionaire's Wife
Romance The smell of fresh paint filled our new home, the one Andrew and I had planned for months. This was it, my American dream, built with my college sweetheart of five years.
Then the doorbell rang.
It wasn't the pizza. It was Maria, heavily pregnant, saying Andrew was her baby's "private sperm donor" and they needed to discuss baby shower plans. My fiance, the man I shared everything with, calmly explained he was just "being supportive" to a "platonic friend."
My world shattered as everyone, even my own mother, dismissed my pain, telling me to ignore this "technicality" for appearances. They said I was jealous, old-fashioned, dramatic. I learned he bought Maria' s baby expensive nursery items, and when I gave him an ultimatum, he left me for her "panic attack," calling me heartless.
How could he do this? How could everyone think I was the crazy one?
Desperate, I sent a single word to a number I'd ignored for years, a high school bad boy who' d once had a crush on me: "Now." He booked his flight without hesitation. No Second Chance For Us
Modern For five years, I was tech billionaire Alden Maxwell' s secret. A pretty accessory on his arm, a deal I made to save my father' s life. I played my part, quietly planning my escape for the day our contract ended.
But then his first love, Amanda, came back.
At a lavish auction, he spent ten million dollars to outbid me for my own mother' s heirloom bangle, only to place it on Amanda' s wrist, calling it a "token of his undying affection."
Later, he told me I was just practice. A "little bird" he could use to learn how to be gentle before he went back to his true love.
That' s when the last of my foolish hope died. I was never a person to him, just a transaction he could buy and discard.
So I disappeared. I took a five-year, off-grid research position and cut all ties. When he finally tracked me down, begging me to name my price, I faced him through the sterile glass of the facility and gave him my final answer.
"We' re done." The White Wolf He Threw Away Returns As Luna
Werewolf On my eighteenth birthday, the Moon Goddess finally revealed my fated mate.
It was Marcus, the Alpha heir who had saved me from the wreckage of my life when I was a child.
I thought this was my fairy tale ending.
But as I reached for him, trembling with adoration, he didn't pull me into his arms.
He looked at me with eyes cold as ice.
"You are an Omega, Ellie," he said, his voice flat. "You have no strength. The pack needs a Luna who can lead, not a charity case I picked up from the mud."
He didn't just reject me.
He used the Alpha Command to force me to snap the bond myself, tearing my soul in half.
Then, he banished me.
He threw me out into the rain with nothing but the clothes on my back, convinced I was worthless garbage.
But Marcus made a fatal mistake.
He didn't know that my "weakness" was actually the dormant power of the legendary White Wolf.
And he certainly didn't know that when he kicked me out, I was already pregnant with the very heir he was so desperate to secure.
Four years later, I returned to his territory.
I wasn't the shivering girl he threw away anymore.
I was the Luna of the most powerful pack in the region, standing beside a man who worshipped the ground I walked on.
And the little boy holding my hand?
He had silver hair and Marcus's eyes.
When Marcus saw us, he fell to his knees, begging for a second chance.
I looked down at him and smiled.
"I accept your rejection, Alpha." My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life
Xuanhuan Thirty years I gave the Miller family. Thirty years of my life, my talent, my devotion. And it ended with gasoline soaking into my clothes.
"Our son was conceived using Alex' s sperm through IVF! Aren' t you mad? You spent your whole life raising my beloved man' s child!"
That was Olivia, my wife, her face twisted with hatred I never understood until then. Our son, the boy I raised, stood with her, holding the empty gas can. A lit match fell from her fingers. The fire consumed me, the pain absolute. My last thought: Why?
Then, I opened my eyes. The scent of roses and champagne, not smoke, filled the air. I was in a tuxedo. My hands were young. The date on my phone: ten years ago. It was my wedding night. Olivia burst in, screaming, "Alex is going to jump!" Her father stopped her, threatening to disown her.
The moment he left, Olivia slapped me. "This is all your fault! You and your pathetic ambition! I' d be with him right now!" Her words echoed my death in the future. In my past life, I comforted her, promised to earn her love, built their empire, raised her lover' s son. They burned me for it. All affection turned to ash.
I had been brutally betrayed, manipulated, and murdered by the very people I sacrificed everything for. Why had I been so blind, so stupid? Why had I devoted my entire existence to those who saw me as nothing more than a convenient tool to be discarded?
This time, I would choose myself. I looked at Olivia, not as the girl I loved, but the woman who would murder me. "You want to go find him? Go." Live Stream Slut No More
Modern The fluorescent hum of the hospital room mocked the silence where my joy should have been. I had just given my son, Liam, a kidney, a piece of myself to save his life. My husband, Robert Sterling, texted me heart emojis, calling me a hero.
Then, a detective called, informing me Robert had been kidnapped. An unknown number sent a video: Robert, bruised and tied, a distorted voice demanding a humiliating live-streamed performance from me to save him.
For three nights, I became a public spectacle, the "Live Stream Slut," watching my hard-earned reputation, my mother's esteemed design firm, crumble into dust. Robert returned, weeping, promising forever, while the police found nothing, and the world condemned me. I lost everything, my life shrinking to a quiet existence, shielded by what I thought was their love.
Five years later, I overheard Liam and Robert. Liam's voice was cold, talking about Scarlett, my stepsister. Robert chuckled, a cruel sound, revealing the "kidnapping" was a fake, a brilliant scheme to destroy me, hand my company to his mistress, and give my precious kidney to her instead of our son.
My heart shattered, then hardened. They thought they had broken me. They were wrong. I quietly began to mend my wings, searching for jobs far away, connecting with the best divorce lawyer, and plunging into their meticulously crafted financial labyrinth. I wasn't just leaving. I was going to burn their world to the ground. Reborn: A Wife's Vengeful Return
Xuanhuan The antiseptic smell of the hospital and the relentless rain were the last things I remembered from my past life. That' s where it ended-my body hollowed by grief, my spirit eroded by depression after losing my baby in a hurricane.
But on my deathbed, a final, cruel truth echoed from outside my room: my husband, Mark, and his childhood sweetheart, Lisa, conspired to destroy me. They admitted using their own daughter, Chloe, as bait in the storm, knowing my "bleeding heart" would save her, ensuring I' d miscarry and become a "barren mule."
They rejoiced in how I' d raised Chloe, their daughter, completely oblivious to their monstrous scheme. I died with their laughter ringing in my ears, my last breath a ragged gasp of pure, undiluted hatred.
Then, I gasped again, a deep, full breath. My eyes snapped open. I wasn' t dying. I was in my living room, the wind howling, a news anchor warning of a Category 8 hurricane.
My hand flew to my stomach-a faint, familiar warmth. My baby was still there. I was still pregnant. I was alive, reborn to the day it all began.
The trap was being set again. I knew who was out there, waiting to be "saved." My nine-year-old son, Ethan, tugged my sleeve, pointing with manufactured fear.
"Mom, look! There's a little girl out there! In the water! She's going to drown!" Bound by the Brand: His Contracted Bride
Romance My father and older brother, gone in a blink, left me, Ethan Miller, the last man standing and sole heir to a sprawling Texas ranch empire. The funeral dust hadn't even settled, but the vultures were already circling. My uncle, Robert, saw opportunity where I felt grief, while Governor Sterling delivered an ultimatum: secure my inheritance, or lose it to endless family disputes-by marrying within a year.
Then, my ex-girlfriend, Brittany Carter, reappeared, her sympathy dripping with a sweetness that soured my stomach. I' d foolishly held onto a flicker of hope for her, even after she' d left when my prospects weren't "shiny enough." But all my illusions shattered when I overheard her and my cousin, Dylan, plotting.
"He' s a wreck, completely clueless," I heard Britt sneer, her voice devoid of remorse. "He' s just a means to an end. Once he' s got full control, and I' ve wrapped him around my little finger, this ranch will practically be ours." My childhood rescuer, the girl I thought cared, was a calculating viper, mocking my grief, planning to carve up my legacy.
The words hit me like a physical blow. The crushing weight of fresh profound grief twisted into something colder, sharper: pure, unadulterated anger. How could I have been so blind, so stupid? How could the people closest to me betray me so utterly, so cruelly?
They clearly thought I was just a soft, grieving fool easily manipulated. But if they thought they could pick me clean, they were about to learn a harsh lesson. A fire ignited within me, burning off the sorrow. It was time to activate an old pact, one that would bring an unexpected woman into my life, and change everything the vultures thought they knew. Stolen Crown: The Heiress Reclaims
Billionaires I was Ava Chen, a senior software engineer at NovaTech Dynamics, deliberately hiding my true identity.
My secret: I was the legitimate heir to the tech giant, Chen Legacy Holdings, meticulously planning to reclaim my father' s empire after his recent death.
My engagement to NovaTech' s CEO, Mark Olsen, was simply a strategic facade.
Then Mark introduced Jess Riley, a new intern he hailed as a coding prodigy.
She was my younger half-sister, the daughter of the woman my father left my mother for-the woman who shattered our lives.
Mark, completely oblivious, assigned me to mentor Jess.
Instead, Jess constantly undermined me, taking half-baked ideas directly to Mark, who praised her "initiative."
When I submitted a professional review detailing her incompetence, Mark publicly tore it up.
He then humiliated me, promoting Jess to my Project Lead role and demoting me to junior coding, telling me to "learn a thing or two."
The ultimate betrayal came when our flagship project' s database was wiped.
Jess, feigning innocent tears, subtly framed me, and Mark, consumed by her manipulative lies, claimed she was my father' s true heir.
He pulled the server plug, screaming accusations of corporate espionage, and had me arrested on the spot.
I stood there, utterly speechless, the man I thought I loved, completely deluded, sacrificing me for her.
The faint scar on my collarbone, a memento from a childhood accident engineered by Jess' s mother, throbbed with cold fury.
They thought they had broken me.
They had no idea who they were truly dealing with.
Hours later, my discreetly retained legal team had me released, all charges dropped.
My carefully laid plans, years in the making, were now brutally accelerated.
The quiet reclamation strategy was over.
It was time for a ruthless, full-scale war to take back everything that was rightfully mine. Whose Son Is He, Really?
Billionaires For twenty-five years, I, Ethan Cole, played a role, living a life that was both a meticulous facade and a deeply personal vow.
I married the ambitious and cruel Vicky Sterling, raised our son Liam amidst the grandeur of the Sterling estate, all while a painful secret guarded a sleeping love.
But the carefully constructed charade violently erupted at a tumultuous family gathering, when Vicky' s long-time lover, Blake Hamilton, brazenly declared to our son Liam and the entire shocked clan that he was Liam' s true biological father.
Vicky, cloaked in a chilling pretense of maternal triumph, eagerly corroborated this lie, ruthlessly branding me as an infertile man unfit to lead, and immediately demanded a divorce alongside my complete expulsion from the family, our home, and the vast Sterling Global Enterprises.
The avaricious Sterling relatives, like a pack of circling vultures, openly salivated, anticipating my public humiliation and utter financial ruin, convinced their moment to seize power had finally arrived.
Blake even brought in a previously hidden young man, Brandon, presenting him as yet another son to solidify their treacherous claims and further dismantle my reputation.
Everyone present expected me to shatter, to burst into despair, or to desperately fight for what they believed was slipping away, but I remained unnervingly composed, a faint, almost imperceptible smile hidden in my eyes.
How could a man, seemingly losing his wife, his son, his legacy, and his entire standing, react with such profound and unsettling serenity?
What deeply buried truth, what meticulously orchestrated plan, could possibly endow me with such unnatural calm in the face of what appeared to be total annihilation?
In a move that genuinely shocked them all, I readily accepted their terms of divorce, but then countered with an unthinkable proposal: all parental assets, from all parties claiming parenthood, would be irrevocably transferred to Liam before any DNA test was conducted.
They believed they had finally cornered me, celebrating what they presumed was my desperate surrender, but they had instead unwittingly stepped directly into the intricate, long-forged trap I had patiently waited twenty-five years to unleash. Beyond Forgiveness: Ethan's Return
Billionaires For years, I'd tolerated the cold indifference and escalating humiliations, living solely for my five-year-old son, Leo. My wife, Vicky, a powerful CEO, and her trainer-lover, Bryce, had turned our lavish home into my gilded cage.
Then, Bryce, with a smirk, accused me of attacking him, and Vicky, utterly convinced, chillingly announced their "game" for Leo – a "child safety monitor" to "teach me a lesson."
I rushed to Leo's room, finding him whimpering, terrified, the "monitor" a torturous device scarring his tiny arm. I called Vicky, begging her to stop; her voice, laced with contempt, dismissed Leo’s agony as "melodrama" before she hung up.
Leo didn't make it. And as I grieved, Vicky, far from remorseful, shattered his urn and ground his photo under her heel, her lover at her side. My own parents, worried about their business funding, only demanded I "fix things" with Vicky.
My world, once tethered to Leo, was utterly destroyed. How could my wife, my family, inflict such unspeakable pain, sacrificing my child for ambition and lies?
That night, as Vicky and Bryce celebrated Leo's "elimination," something inside me snapped. I faked my own death, resurfacing with a new identity, a new ally, and a singular purpose: to make them pay, to turn their glittering empire to ash. Fate's Bet: My Unwanted Tycoon Husband
Modern Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian.
Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!"
The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle!
Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm.
"No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied.
Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!"
Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet.
That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan.
However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!" You might like
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
SHANA GRAY The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Sea Jet Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief."
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be. His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Elroy Notman Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises
Rabbit My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool.
For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office.
The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation.
My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order.
Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve.
Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
Burned By Him, Reborn A Star
Rabbit The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack."
Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard.
The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn.
"Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Shirlee Melnick Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Winnie Suchoff The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?
Audrey C Leilani Celeste was married to a Mafia Don, by the name Xenois Kingston on a contract marriage, that would last 6 years.
The deal was that Celeste would give him children during that period and after the end of the 6 year contract, he would offer her $100,000,000,000, divorce her and keep the children as his.
Celeste, an orphan, abandoned by the orphanage she grew up in at the age of 18 had nothing to lose and agreed to the deal.
6 years later, Celeste is now 24 years and mother to triplets boys; Lake, Troy and Soren. The contract is coming to an end this month and rumors has it that Xenois true love Claudia Hale is returning back to the city after 6 years of absence.
Xenois handed her the divorce papers that morning only for him to get into a car accident on the way to the hospital and suffers from amnesia.
To Xenois, he's in love with his wife and kids and a very attentive father and husband and is surprised to find out that Celeste planned on divorcing him. He is determined to make his wife fall for him and be a better father to their children. Things seem like a fairytale for Celeste who is desperate to hold on to this illusion after she had fallen for her husband in their third year of their marriage and stayed with an unrequited love. She knows what she's doing is cruel but she wants to enjoy it while it lasts.
But Claudia Hale won't rest until she gets rid of the obstacle named Celeste and marries her heartthrob Xenois.
Will Xenois recover his memory and better yet, once he does, does Celeste still stand a chance at winning the heart of her husband or would she be accused of having a hand in his amnesia. 
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