The Wedding Night Annulment

The Wife's Strategic Strike

My life as Olivia Vanderbilt Miller, wife to the powerful Ethan Miller, was a meticulously curated masterpiece of luxury and influence. Our annual Children's Foundation Gala was meant to be another perfect night, a testament to our powerful alliance. I even smoothed down my custom Oscar de la Renta, ready for my husband to pick me up. But pulling up to the curb, Ethan’s familiar Maybach held a stranger in *my* passenger seat, a bright-eyed intern named Chloe, shattering the illusion. She chirped at me, utterly unmoving, while Ethan was on his phone, signaling me to calm down. What followed was a ruthless campaign of disrespect: a stolen sapphire necklace meant for me, brazenly flaunted on Chloe’s social media. Ethan, instead of defending our marriage, dismissed my growing unease as jealousy, comparing his intern to his bullied sister. He effectively abandoned me, moving to his city apartment, allowing this audacious intern to systematically erode our trust. The betrayal wasn't just Chloe's audacity, but Ethan’s shocking revelation: he’d been *testing* me. He was orchestrating this humiliating spectacle to ‘correct’ my behavior, driven by his own unresolved childhood trauma. His cruel indifference, his inexplicable defense of her, confirmed a devastating truth: this was no accidental slight, but a deliberate dismantling of our trust. Olivia Vanderbilt Miller doesn’t crumble when hurt; she strategizes. So, at our family Thanksgiving dinner, I unveiled my retaliatory masterplan: a fake pregnancy, a hint of suspicious paternity, and divorce papers, served with a serene smile. What do you do when your husband engineers your public humiliation? You secure your future and leave him with an impossible paternity question.

The Unspoken Farewell

I was Emily Rose, a top-tier law student, interning at the prestigious Kent Corporation. William Kent, the notorious playboy heir, relentlessly pursued me, and I fell hard, believing I was finally his "one." Old Man Kent had even announced a challenge: the woman who could tame William for six months would be the next Mrs. Kent. I pictured a future, a ring, a life. Then the news broke: Sophia Vanderbilt, William’s society-approved match, staged a public, bloody suicide attempt, blaming me as the gold-digging home-wrecker. William, to save his family's reputation and his own ascent, instantly turned on me, calling me a calculating liar. The Kents ensured my scholarship vanished, my reputation was shredded, and I became a corporate pariah. They didn't stop there; my nurse mother was framed for theft, and my younger brother faced drug charges. My world burned as their lawyers offered a chilling ultimatum: confess and disappear, or my family would face ruin. I refused, and the next day, a black SUV ran a red light. Then, nothing. Until I snapped awake, back at the very Kent gala where William first charmed me – the night it all began. My heart hammered, a wild bird trapped, but this time, it vibrated with a cold, clear resolve. Why was I back? To relive this nightmare, this betrayal? No, this time, I wouldn't be their lamb. I met William's gaze, my eyes cold and flat: "Not yours, Mr. Kent. Excuse me." This time, the game was mine to play.

The Cost of Their Lies

I woke up in my own bed, my familiar floral comforter, my slightly messy room. The sun was too bright, and a wave of nausea hit me. Then, Jessica’s sickeningly sweet voice drifted from the kitchen, "Emily? You up?" My digital clock flashed 7:32 AM, April 12th – the day before my world ended. Just then, Jessica appeared, her smile too wide, wanting to borrow my Mustang for the Desert Bloom festival. The image of my beautiful car, mangled, a body on the asphalt, flashed before my eyes. Last time, I’d been blind to her manipulative ways, handing over the keys to my dream car. She drove it drunk, killed an innocent man, then, with my boyfriend Mike’s help, used my own driver’s license to frame me. My denials were useless against their calculated lies and her fake tears. I was abandoned, accused, then dragged from my apartment by the victim’s son and his crew. They left me broken on the side of the highway, my body never recovered. The phantom pain echoed through my limbs, the memory of her betrayal and my agonizing death so vivid, so raw. How was I back? Why was I here, staring at these two people who orchestrated my destruction, their faces masks of innocence? A choking rage, hot and living, simmered within me. But this time, my eyes were wide open, and my voice was steady as I said the single, defiant word that would change everything: “No.” This time, they wouldn’t get away with it.

Wedding Bells, Death Knells

Seven years of my life were stolen, locked away for a crime I didn't commit. Now, out of that concrete cage, the California sun feels alien against my skin, and the only thing I crave is peace. Not salvation, not forgiveness, just a final resting place: my ashes scattered among the ancient Redwoods I once dreamed of with him. But achieving even that final wish requires money, a sum I, a pariah with a prison record, can barely imagine. So, I swallow my pride and take a job in the opulent heart of Los Angeles. On my first shift, amidst the clinking glasses and hushed power plays, I hear a familiar laugh. Liam. The man I still love, the man who believed I was a murderer, who saw me imprisoned for his sister’s recklessness. He’s not alone. My former best friend, now his fiancée, Jess, is by his side. Their eyes, once filled with affection, now gleam with cold fury and malicious triumph. They relish in my humiliation, forcing me to clean up their messes, parading their love in front of me, a constant reminder of the life I lost. Why do I endure this exquisite torture? Why do I allow the man I cherished to break me, piece by agonizing piece? Because I’m dying, and this agonizing job is my only chance to fulfill my last desire. Then, Liam offers me a new role: his personal attendant. A public spectacle of my subservience, designed to parade my shame at every elite gathering. The pay? Substantial. A devil’s bargain, perhaps, but it's the only key to the Redwoods. I accept, my dignity traded for a final breath of freedom among the trees.

A Mother's Curse, A World Undone

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.

The Discarded Wife's Return

Our crystal chandeliers glittered in our San Francisco mansion. It was our tenth anniversary party, a celebration of a decade of my supposedly perfect marriage. Then, Richard stood by the grand staircase, his arm around a visibly pregnant woman I didn’t recognize. Jessica Wang, his new PR manager, beamed, placing a hand on her belly. His voice, smooth and practiced, silenced the room as he announced, “Emily and I are expecting!” The ensuing wave of murmurs and Jessica’s proud smile clarified the brutal truth. The humiliation was immediate and public. But nothing compared to the depths of his callous disregard that followed. He forced me to move into a guest room, demanded I cater to his mistress's whims, and even stepped over me when I collapsed from a heart attack. The ultimate betrayal came when he *forced* me, with my rare O-negative blood and congenital heart defect, to undergo a medically dangerous blood donation – for *her*. My life force, my very existence, was merely a disposable convenience for his new family. I was supposed to be a devoted wife, yet how could the man I spent ten years with be so utterly monstrous, so devoid of basic humanity? But as I lay weak in the hospital, gasping for air, a quiet defiance ignited within me. With my meticulously accumulated 'freedom fund,' and the unwavering clandestine support of a loyal friend, I knew this wasn't just an escape. I was going to dismantle his meticulously built empire, piece by excruciating piece, finally reclaiming my life.

Very Hot In Bed

"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

The CEO's Fabulous Ex-Wife

When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.

Shunned By An Alpha, Cherished By A Lycan

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...

When Love Comes Late

In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."