My CEO, My Prison

Reborn and Ruthless: The Pregnant Wife's Reckoning

The last thing I remembered was Chloe' s voice, a chilling whisper cutting through the haze: "She's just an obstacle, Ethan, her and that baby." One bitter sentence, sealing my fate. Then, absolute darkness. A searing, unbearable pain tore through me, and then… nothingness. My precious baby, my entire future, brutally ripped away. And why? Because my own husband, Ethan Harrison, had chosen my venomous stepsister, Chloe, over us. Chloe, a snake in darling packaging, had once cast Ethan aside when he was nothing, only to reappear, slithering back into his life the moment his star began its relentless ascent. Their calculated betrayal left me with nothing but the chilling echo of what might have been, a life extinguished before it truly began, my child sacrificed to their ambition. The phantom pain of that demise still clawed at me, a constant reminder of the monstrous injustice. How could they? How could Ethan, the man who vowed to cherish me, and Chloe, my own stepsister, conspire to eradicate me and my unborn child? The question raged within, a burning inferno of disbelief and seething hatred. Then, with a gasp, my eyes flew open. Blinding sunlight streamed into my opulent bedroom at the Harrison estate. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach, no longer flat and barren, but subtly curved. "Congratulations, Mrs. Harrison, you' re pregnant." The doctor' s words from this morning echoed. I was back. This time, things would be different. This baby would live. And everyone who wronged me-Ethan, Chloe, Eleanor, even Brenda-would face my reckoning.

Her Corporate Crown, His Quiet Revenge

Mike Davis, a quiet history teacher, found his predictable life intertwined with his wife Jess' s high-flying corporate success at Miller Farms-a company built on his beloved Grandpa Joe' s groundbreaking agricultural innovations. Then, my world shattered. A call came: Grandpa Joe was critically injured in an accident at Miller Farms, a tragedy caused by a reckless MBA intern Jess was grooming. Instead of support, Jess, the CEO, coldly threatened me, freezing our joint accounts to protect her company's image, effectively cutting off funds for Joe' s life-saving care. She shattered a cherished photo of me and my grandpa, her actions twisting the knife of betrayal and leaving me utterly isolated and helpless. How could the woman I loved betray our family so cruelly, sacrificing Grandpa Joe for a corporate image and threatening his very life? The injustice burned, leaving me desperate and cornered. But just as despair threatened to consume me, a shocking secret emerged: Grandpa Joe had foresightfully transferred the very intellectual property Miller Farms depended on-its core genetic patents-directly to me, years ago. And its exclusivity had just expired. I, the unassuming teacher, now held the keys to my wife's empire. What would I do with this sudden, unexpected power?

My Sweet Escape

It was my rehearsal dinner, sparkling with chandeliers in a historic Philadelphia hotel, filled with the promise of a perfect future with Mark, the man I had loved for seven years. Then, just as the evening began winding down, Mark leaned in and shared a long, passionate kiss with my maid of honor, Jessica, right there for everyone to see. My fiancé, the man I was marrying tomorrow, had just publicly humiliated me, dismissing it with a grin as "old times," while Jessica, my best friend, tearfully begged me not to "make a scene." When I tried to leave, Mark physically seized me, threatening to cancel our entire wedding if I dared walk out, then his family and mine blamed me for the disruption. The betrayal escalated at a forced family dinner when Jessica presented a cake made with an ingredient she knew I was severely allergic to, nearly killing me, only for Mark to blindly side with her staged injury and lash out at me again. How could the people closest to me systematically betray, gaslight, and endanger my life, while my own family continued to blame me for reacting to their cruelty? As I lay in the hospital, stripped of my dignity and support, I decided I would no longer be a victim, choosing to expose their lies and leave everything to build a new life entirely on my own terms.

His Political Wife's Secret

I was Sarah-Beth Beaumont, the elegant wife of Charleston' s rising political star, Jack Beaumont Jr. My life seemed picture-perfect, and the news of my pregnancy promised an even brighter future. A Beaumont heir would solidify our legacy, and Jack beamed with pride. But behind the smiles, a chilling truth festered. My sister, Carrie, emerged from the shadows, her eyes cold as she whispered venom into my ear: "He never loved you. You were just a placeholder." Then, the brutal pain, the darkness. They killed me, and my unborn baby, watching me bleed out. My husband stood by, choosing her. The betrayal was absolute, the finality of death a cruel end to my naive devotion. They discarded me like trash, their ambition stained with my blood and the life of our child. There was no escape, no justice, only the agonizing realization of their monstrous deception. How could I have been so blind? So utterly disposable? The horror of that final moment, the searing pain of their betrayal, haunted me even as my life slipped away. What kind of monster plots to extinguish a life, especially an innocent one, for power and prestige? But then, a gasp. My eyes flew open. I was back. Not in my grave, but in my bed, on June 14th – the day disaster began. My stomach was flat, but not empty. This time, I wouldn't be their victim. I was back for one purpose: to make them pay, and to protect my child, no matter the cost.

She Died for Her Son's Future

My days were a silent decay, confined to a dark wing of my husband Ethan' s sprawling estate, a place as forgotten as I had become. Once a celebrated musician, now I was a ghostly presence, my body frail, my spirit hollowed by isolation. Then, they came for me: two brute men pulling me from my stained mattress into the blinding opulence of Ethan' s main living area. My husband stood there, a king with his pop star queen, Chloe, and my own son, Leo, whose face was a mask of coldness. They demanded a public apology, accusing me of sabotaging Chloe' s career with vicious lies, lies my son' s small voice echoed, tearing me apart. Within moments, the charade intensified: Chloe dramatically collapsed, feigning a sudden, fatal heart condition, and the physician Ethan controlled declared a desperate need for a transplant. Ethan' s eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on me with a horrifying intent: I was to be sacrificed, my healthy organs harvested for Chloe' s fictional illness. The ultimate betrayal wasn't just my stolen songs or the car crash that left me paralyzed; it was this barbaric desecration, driven by Ethan's monstrous, deluded love, all to secure Chloe' s fame. How could I, a mother, a wife, who had given everything, be condemned to such a gruesome, public death for a lie? Just as the clinic room prepared for my end, I made a choice, a whisper to the voice inside my head, the System, to simply "vanish." Sarah Thompson was dead, leaving only an empty shell behind. But a flicker of hope, the image of my ailing sister and my son, still tangled in their web of deceit, ignited a desperate resolve. I would return, step back into the inferno, and for the first time, not be their victim. I would expose their monstrous truths, redeem my son, save my sister, and make Ethan, the man who destroyed me, truly pay for every single sin. This time, I was ready to demand: "Die for me, Ethan."

Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge

My life was supposed to be a success story, a talented architect married to a rising firm owner, living comfortably in Chicago. But at the annual holiday gala, my husband, Mark, publicly humiliated me by gifting my deceased mother's irreplaceable locket to his conniving intern, Tiffany, who then carelessly shattered it. What followed was a cruel spiral of blatant infidelity, his dismissal of my grief, gaslighting about his constant neglect, and their calculated plot to destroy my career; he even staged a fake suicide attempt for Tiffany, forcing me to donate my rare blood type on the day of my most critical professional presentation, then watched as they celebrated with my stolen project and commissioned my anniversary gown for his mistress. Lying in that sterile hospital room, sedated and weak, I understood the full extent of their calculated cruelty; every betrayal was a deliberate, agonizing twist of the knife, leaving me stripped of everything and simmering with a cold, unwavering fury. As Mark brazenly handed over my stolen designs to Tiffany, dismissing my accusations of plagiarism, I finally made the call I vowed I never would: to my reclusive, powerful father in New York, demanding he pull every string and dismantle Mark' s entire empire, piece by piece.

After Divorce, I Return As CEO

"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "

Divorce And Shine: Too Late To Say Sorry

For two years Caitlin quietly wore Isaac's ring, trying to melt the frost from his heart-until his first love returned, pregnant. Devastated and hiding her own pregnancy, Caitlin presented divorce papers. Isaac ripped them apart with a sneer, "Tired of your games already?" Later, Caitlin stormed back into the spotlight-a billionaire designer with endless admirers. Desperate, Isaac pinned her to the wall, pleading, "Honey, give me one more chance."

Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire Heiress

After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.

The After Rebirth: Mr. Blackstorm's Beautiful Wife

Ashley is burned alive by her half-sister, but she gets a second chance to undo all of her past. She was reborn ten years ago, and this time she is determined to find a strong backer for herself to take revenge. "I'll take revenge for everything you've done, and I'll make you all suffer!" Author's Note: This story was originally published under the same title on another platform. This version has been fully revised to improve grammar, clarity, and overall reading flow, but the plot remains unchanged. It is now released under a non-exclusive contract. Thank you for reading and supporting this refined edition!

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."

Return of the Heiress: I Married My Ex-Husband's Brother

"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]