Marrying The Masked Billionaire

My Wife, The Narcissist CEO

I just closed a fifty-million-dollar deal for Innovatech Solutions, the company I co-founded with my wife, Jess. My team, the Trailblazers, cheered as Jess, our CEO, hugged me, promising a "really special bonus." That bonus was a crudely drawn Sharpie watch on my wrist and a flimsy "next year" promise. Later, my blood froze seeing Liam Walker, her incompetent "Executive Assistant," beaming with keys to a company-leased Porsche, courtesy of Jess. His Instagram: "Real love means exclusive pampering. #BestBoss." Humiliation burned as Jess frantically spun excuses, then offered me the baby I' d always wanted if I' d "unlike" the post. When I refused, she retaliated, punishing my loyal team while Liam' s cronies went untouched. "You'll get over it," she snapped, hanging up. The Porsche was just the latest, undeniable symbol of her two-faced hypocrisy and a years-long affair. My love for the woman I married had completely evaporated, replaced by a profound, weary exhaustion. I was done enabling her narcissism, done absorbing her endless betrayals. "Let's just get a divorce," I told her, my voice flat and final. Then, I called Innovatech' s biggest competitor, ready to secure not just my future, but my entire team's, forcing her to finally face the consequences.

When Love Kills a Future

My world with Chloe revolved around our eagerly awaited baby, our future taking happy shape with every nursery plan. An Instagram tag from her popped up then, a seemingly innocent ping. I opened it, and the image delivered a brutal, physical blow, vaporizing my reality. Chloe lay pale but smiling in a hospital bed, holding hands with her ex-husband Mark, in the bed beside her. The caption read: "This time, I'm choosing to be brave for love." My mind reeled: a bone marrow donor? Where was our baby? Comments hailed her a hero, oblivious to the life she'd just ended, never telling me. She returned, demanding comfort, yet casually dismissed my silent agony over our lost child. Her shocking nonchalance toward our baby' s life ignited a silent, seething rage deep inside me. I finally grasped that my unwavering kindness had enabled her, teaching her that monumental betrayals carried no real consequences. How could she expect recovery meals after such a horrific, selfish act? Staring at the stranger in my wife's eyes, the illusion shattered. "I want a divorce," I declared, beginning my fight to reclaim my shattered life.

Nineteen Nights To Oblivion

I was Sarah Miller, an architect with big dreams, when I married Ethan Caldwell, the golden boy of Manhattan. I truly believed in love, that our quiet city hall wedding was just the beginning of our grand adventure. But my new life in his lavish penthouse quickly became a gilded cage. His stepmother, Victoria – his father' s younger wife, and Ethan' s undeniable obsession – revealed the sinister truth. I was a mere placeholder, a convenient beard, and she dared me: nineteen nights to win his heart, or vanish. My desperate attempts to connect were met with cold indifference. He left me trapped in a burning cafe, rushing to Victoria' s side. He demanded I lie to the press, destroying my reputation to save hers. Then, when a chemical attack struck, he shielded her, letting the corrosive liquid burn me. My love wasn't gradually eroded; it was systematically executed. How could I have been so blind, so foolish, so utterly disposable? The physical scars paled in comparison to the gaping wound in my soul. But this wasn't the end of my story, only the beginning of my true one. I broke free, rebuilt a life from the ashes, and found real love. He eventually saw Victoria's true colors and desperately tried to win me back, only to find himself crashing my engagement party. He came seeking me, but found only the cold, unyielding shell of the woman he' d destroyed. He thought I was his to reclaim, but the love he squandered was irrevocably dead.

The Thanksgiving Takedown

My parents' murder left me an empty shell, and my fiancée's abandonment poured salt on the wound. I was drowning. Then, at their funeral, a lifeline appeared: my ex-fiancée's sister, Detective Sarah Davis, publicly proposed, vowing to bring their killers to justice. I said yes, desperately clutching onto her promise. Five years passed. The case grew cold. My world crumbled again when I overheard Sarah, my wife, deliberately stonewalling leads. The killer? Michael Vance, my ex's new husband. My blood ran cold as I heard Sarah pledge to do "anything to protect him," revealing a sickening loyalty that twisted my insides. The truth hit me like a physical blow: my marriage was a calculated performance, every comforting word a lie. She wasn't just covering up; she was protecting my parents' killer, actively erasing me from their family's narrative. How could the woman I trusted betray me so utterly for the man who destroyed my life? After she physically attacked me to shield Michael during a Thanksgiving blow-up – publicly choosing him over me – I knew what I had to do. I systematically gathered irrefutable evidence of their conspiracy, faked my own death, and set the wheels of justice in motion from the shadows. Now, 'Ethan Miller' is dead, but the man he was lives to see justice served, on his own terms.

Elena Stone: Beyond the Billionaire's Grasp

I was Clara Hayes, a struggling violin student from Queens, when Ethan Vanderbilt, an heir to a legendary empire, entered my life. He appeared as my savior, clearing the insurmountable medical debts for my terminally ill brother, Leo, and offering us a future of unprecedented comfort. I fell deeply in love, convinced I had found my rescuer, my true love, in what seemed like a perfect fairy tale. But our opulent life quickly devolved into a nightmare as Ethan's affection twisted into chilling obsession and absolute control. He began a public affair with Sera Monroe, parading her before me, demanding my silent compliance as he subjected me to agonizing psychological torment and brutal 'lessons' that left indelible scars on my body and soul. His cruelty escalated when he weaponized Leo' s fragile life, using my brother' s medical needs as his ultimate leverage. In a final, heinous act of vengeance, when I dared to question his new obsession, Ethan deliberately cut Leo' s life support. My sweet, brave brother, the very reason I entered that gilded cage, died alone because of the man who had promised us everything. The man I loved, my prince, had become a monster who murdered my only family. How could I have been so blind to the icy depths of his malice? How could a love so grand hide such a capacity for destruction? Grief-stricken but utterly resolute, I meticulously erased Clara Hayes from existence, laid my brother's ashes to rest, and rose from my own ruins as Elena Stone. My escape was not just a flight but a fiery rebirth, a desperate quest for true freedom, completely untethered from the toxic legacy of the Vanderbilts.

From Nashville's Shadow to Austin's Spotlight

For seven years, I was Jackson Pierce' s shadow, his silent partner, his rock, burying my own guitar dreams to manage his fragile genius. Every industry event, every networking attempt, it was all for Jax, because his anxiety kept him prisoner in our quiet Nashville home. But one night, a casual check of our home security shattered my entire world. There, in our living room, was his "life coach," not on a video call, but in person, passionately kissing my husband. He was alive, animated, strumming my mother' s vintage Martin guitar, the one he' d always called "junk." The raw, aching melody filled the air, a song about his new muse, a passion he' d never shared with me. When I confronted him, he gaslighted me, accusing me of spying, claiming I stressed him out, that she understood his true creative soul. Then came the ultimate insult: he announced his therapist would be moving into my guest room, into my house, for "intensive therapeutic support." How could he be so brazen, so cold, so utterly devoid of shame, especially in a house bought with my grandmother' s money? Had all my sacrifice, all those years poured into him, just fueled a bottomless pit of his selfishness? "No," I told him, my voice finally steady, "she will not be staying here." "And I' m done." Sarah-Lynn Walker was finally walking away, not from him, but towards herself, ready to reclaim her own lost melody.

His Ex-wife Is An Heiress

"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."

Taming The War God: A Shot To Heart Sparked Our Forever Love

Scarlett's first run-in with Shane ended with his bullet ripping through her chest. He'd crashed her mission and never blinked. Whispers claimed Shane's fiancée was a pampered porcelain doll. Even her adoring brothers warned, "Our little Scarlett is delicate. Don't bully her." On the field, Shane was ice-cold, ranking people only as winners or losers. Yet that iron officer learned to bend, curling an arm around Scarlett's waist and asking, "Come home with me, honey?" Outsiders said she lucked out. That Shane was way out of her league. He just scoffed. Destiny wove together the paths of two equals. At nights, he knelt and murmured, "I love you."

Mated To Big Brother-in-law

Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?

Forgiveness Denied: Entangled With My Ex's Uncle

Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."

Mr. CEO's Priceless Lover

With a contract, they got married in a flash. He doted on her, loved her, and made her the envy of all women in the world. When she took the pregnancy test sheet and stood happily in front of him, he handed over the divorce papers. She didn't ask him for an astronomical compensation,and left without any property. Five years later, when she and her fiancé were choosing the wedding dress arm in arm, he suddenly showed up. He dragged her to his side and said possessively, "Baby, my son said, he doesn't want a stepfather."

Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."