The Divorce That Set Him Free

The Five-Year Lie, A Mafia Wife's Vows

For five years, I believed my husband and father when they told me they had executed my cousin for her betrayal. Then I saw her in a clinic, holding the hand of a little boy who had my husband's eyes. My entire marriage was a lie, a conspiracy to keep a Mafia alliance stable while he lived a secret life with her and their son. I was the placeholder wife, and I soon discovered their plan to have me drugged, declared insane, and buried alive in an asylum. So on the night they threw a party to celebrate their perfect family, I sent a gift. A recording of their plot, for our entire world to hear.

His Secret Wife, Her Public Shame

Tomorrow was our fifth anniversary, and I wanted to surprise my husband, Cleve, with a special ring. But at the jewelry store, my marriage certificate was rejected. The system said it was invalid. Confused, I went to city hall, only to be told my marriage to Cleve Drake was dissolved a year ago. And worse, he had remarried the day after the divorce was finalized, to Ivanna Mccarty, the shy orphan girl our family charity had sponsored. My world shattered. I found Cleve in his office, kissing Ivanna, who was dressed and styled exactly like me. I overheard them. Ivanna, feigning vulnerability, asked what if I found out. Cleve chuckled, saying I was becoming too independent, forgetting my place. He then gave Ivanna the exact "Five-Year Vow" ring I had tried to buy. The next day, Cleve acted as if nothing happened, even giving me an identical ring. But the lies were poison. I learned Ivanna had undergone plastic surgery to look like me, a chilling strategy to replace me. Then, the ultimate betrayal. My brother, battling a chronic illness, died from a sudden allergic reaction. An anonymous message revealed Ivanna had switched his medication. At his funeral, Ivanna deliberately shattered the urn containing his ashes, whispering, "He's with the dirt now. Just like you will be soon." I was framed for malpractice, my career destroyed, and beaten in jail on Cleve's orders. I overheard Ivanna confessing to Cleve that the car accident that fractured my wrist was planned, and that Cleve himself suggested pushing me into the table corner. They wanted me destroyed. But I wouldn't be their victim. I would disappear.

The Betrayal of a Dying Heart

When I stopped my wife’s assistant, Duard, from torturing a cat, a viral video turned me into a hero overnight. The public outcry was so intense that our company, which my wife and I co-owned, had to fire him. My wife, Jesse, seemed grateful, thanking me for opening her eyes. To celebrate, she cooked a romantic dinner and proposed a toast to our new beginning. The next thing I knew, I woke up on a cold concrete floor, my hands bound tightly behind my back. Jesse and Duard stood on a catwalk above me, livestreaming to the world. Below, surrounding me in a massive, deserted warehouse, were a dozen starving pit bulls, their ribs showing through their skin. "This is justice, Kai," she said, her voice stripped of all warmth. "For what you did to Duard." While the live chat called me a psycho, she told the world that I was the real animal here. She called Duard a kind soul and watched as the world turned against me. My loving wife was justifying my murder to a global audience. Then she gave me a choice: get on my knees, live on camera, and beg Duard for forgiveness. "Do that," she said, "and maybe I'll call them off." I looked from her cold eyes to Duard’s sadistic grin, and then at the hungry dogs. A surge of defiance cut through my fear. "Wrong answer," she hissed. "Duard, open the gates."

The Price of a Son's Greed

My son, Caleb, announced his engagement at a fancy dinner, and I expected joy. Instead, he presented a detailed list of financial demands from his fiancée, Jocelyn, and her family. They wanted chunks of our family fortune, my antique investment portfolio, and even our prime SoHo commercial property. My husband was stunned, but I remained quiet, the shock hardening into a cold resolve. Then, at the prenuptial agreement meeting, they escalated, demanding my priceless Andy Warhol, a penthouse in my building, and even a Supreme Court clerkship for Jocelyn' s brother. My lawyer stormed out, calling it a "goddamn shakedown." But the real war began when Jocelyn launched a viral smear campaign on social media, painting me as a cruel, controlling matriarch. Caleb joined in, publicly lying and betraying me, and the tabloids ate it up. Even a senator from Jocelyn's extended family tried to blackmail me, threatening a federal inquiry into our business if I didn't give in. The public attacks, the political pressure, and my own son's betrayal cut deeper than any dagger. How could my only child, whom I raised with love, fall for such a transparent and predatory scheme? My heart ached with profound disappointment, but that pain fueled a dangerous fire within me. I knew I had to end this. Not just to protect our legacy, but to show them exactly who they were truly dealing with. I made a decision no parent should ever have to make. I began the process of disinheriting Caleb. And then, I laid my trap.

From ATM to Avalanche: Sarah's Sweet Revenge

I was Sarah, the Silicon Valley project manager, the "walking ATM" for my family for twenty years. When I won the $150 million Powerball, all I wanted was to finally quit, go home, and find some peace. I craved my family' s warmth and believed Omaha was my escape-my real home. But the moment I told my mom I was coming home permanently, her first concern wasn' t my well-being, but "what about the money?" When I arrived for my nephew' s graduation, the house I had paid for no longer felt like mine. My father carved me the burnt brisket ends I hated, while my brother-in-law snorted that their house was "full." My nephew demanded an F-150, oblivious to my struggle. And my mother admitted they' d sold my childhood belongings for "a couple hundred bucks." Then came the true horror. They had turned my childhood room into a "man cave" and rented out the condo I' d bought as an investment, claiming the money went to "living expenses." When I questioned how they could spend that much beyond the six figures I already sent annually, my father roared, called me an "ungrateful spinster," and then slapped me across the face, ordering me out of the house I had bought. How could the family I had sacrificed everything for, the people I had supported for two decades, betray me with such calculating greed and cruelty? How could they claim ownership of a life I had so painstakingly built and funded, only to cast me aside the moment my perceived utility waned? Were they truly this heartless, or was there some twisted logic I was missing? As I drove away, my face stinging, a text from my cousin confirmed the final, sickening lie: my nephew' s entire scholarship and university story was a sham, a desperate ploy for more money. The sadness evaporated, replaced by a cold fire. They wanted my money? Fine. But they would pay a far steeper price for their deception. My revenge was just beginning.

The Names He Forgot

Seven years ago, I entered a marriage of convenience, sacrificing my life for my beloved sister Lily. I was Sarah Hayes, bound by an agreement to the powerful, wealthy Hayes family, even foolishly hoping for love with my charming husband, Ethan. But that hope died a slow, painful death through years of his endless infidelities, culminating when his mistress, driving his car, crashed violently into me, nine months pregnant. As pain consumed me and I bled on the pavement, Ethan appeared, only to coldly dismiss my cries as "drama," abandoning me for his frantic mistress. His callous neglect led directly to the loss of my baby, Hope. The subsequent devastating shock destroyed my fragile sister, Lily. How could one man's indifference cost me every single person I cared for, leaving me utterly alone after I sacrificed everything? The man I had protected for so long turned out to be the architect of my complete devastation. Yet, in my absolute despair, a profound clarity dawned: I was done. I divorced him, leaving his opulent world behind, but he relentlessly chased me back to my quiet hometown, desperate to reclaim what he believed was his. He thought he could break me again. But he was about to learn the devastating truth about the names he forgot and the five-year-old lie that shielded his darkest manipulation.

Passion Unleashed: Carrying The President's Child

After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!

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."

Love's Sweetest Surprise: From Brokenhearted To Billionaire's Wife

For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."

Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?

In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?

Mafia Queen to First Lady: A Reborn Pact with the President

Leland, the world's most eligible bachelor and powerful President, was rumored to be in love-with Valerie, the nation's favorite punchline. Once rejected by his nephew and scorned for her looks, Valerie faced public outrage for "leeching" off Leland's status and entering government circles. Elite society mocked, rivals sneered. But the tables turned: the mafia king was spotted carrying her bags, scientists begged for her help, and Valerie saved the nation. As chaos erupted, Leland posted on the presidential account. "My wife wants to dump me-how do I win her back? Urgent advice needed!"

Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."