The Wife He Underestimated

From Substitute Lover To Scorned Heiress

I gave up my family's billion-dollar fortune to build a company from scratch with my college boyfriend, Bryant. I fought my father for him, believing our love was the one thing I could count on. Then his childhood sweetheart, Kiley, came back to town, and I discovered the devastating truth: I was never his true love, just a convenient stand-in he chose because my smile reminded him of hers. He moved her into his office, let her humiliate me, and even bought her a custom wedding gown in my name, trying to pass it off as an anniversary gift when I found it. The night he came home smelling of her perfume and used his dead mother's memory to manipulate me, something inside me finally broke. "You're all I have left," he whispered, holding me tight. He thinks I'm the same naive girl who fell for his lies. But with my own family's empire now on the brink of collapse, I've already accepted an arranged marriage. And before I go, I'm going to burn his entire world to the ground.

The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge: Rejecting Her Cheating Mate

I was the Barron heiress, and everyone assumed Damien, the Head Warrior, was my fated match. But the sickening scent of rotting peaches led me to the garden, where I found him pinning Eve against a tree. He wasn't just cheating; he was admitting he only wanted me for the Alpha title, while calling that manipulative charity case his "true queen." When I tried to cut off his funding, he declared war. He sabotaged my saddle, leaving a silver shard embedded in my leg, and sneered that I was vulnerable without him. Then came the ultimate humiliation. At my twenty-first birthday party, in front of every high-ranking wolf, Eve and Damien played a deepfake video of me with Rogues. Damien looked at me with mock pity, offering to marry me only to "hide my shame," while his six brothers stood as a human shield protecting Eve. They called me broken. They thought I was defenseless. But they didn't know I had already sent a message to the most dangerous wolf in existence. Just as Damien tried to force his claim, the ballroom doors exploded inward. The Alpha King walked in, eyes glowing gold, and pulled me against his chest. "She is mine," he growled, silencing the room. I looked at Damien and his brothers, holding up a silver USB drive. "You destroyed my reputation to protect her," I whispered. "Now, let's see if you still want her when you find out she's been sleeping with all seven of you." I plugged in the drive.

The Wife He Killed Returns To Destroy Him

I stood center stage in a wedding dress worth more than a small country, waiting for my final fitting. For seven years, I had trained to be the perfect mafia wife for Ethan, the future Don. Then the door slammed open. Ethan’s underboss walked in, hand on his gun, looking at me with zero respect. "The wedding is off," he said. "Ethan had an accident. He lost his memory. He doesn't remember the pact, and he doesn't remember you." Desperate, I drove to his private villa to help him remember. But I didn't find a confused patient. I found Ethan lounging on a sofa with a model on his lap, his hand sliding up her thigh. When he saw me, his eyes weren't blank; they were cold and annoyed. He hadn't lost his memory. He just wanted to void the contract without a war. To get rid of me, he ordered a hit. My car was rammed off a cliff that night. As I hung upside down in the wreckage, bleeding and broken, I heard his voice outside. "Make it look like a drunk driving accident," he told his men. "I don't want any loose ends." He walked away, leaving me to die in the rain. But he made one fatal mistake. He didn't check if my heart had stopped. They buried an empty coffin, and Ava Miller officially died. Two weeks later, a woman named Olivia Carter opened an investment firm across the street from his tower. I remember everything, Ethan. And I’m going to burn your empire to the ground.

From His Prison To Sweet Freedom

My billionaire husband fell under the spell of a New Age guru who let my mother die, calling her cancer a "karmic debt." His devotion to her became my personal hell. He locked me in a room full of snakes, carved flesh from my arm as a ritual sacrifice, and finally, had my dog killed and forced me to eat the remains. The man who once swore to protect me became my tormentor. But he made a fatal mistake. He didn't realize our divorce had just been finalized. So I walked out of that house, went straight to the airport, and started a livestream to burn his entire empire to the ground.

His Wife's Deadly Secret

The emergency alert from my son Leo' s smartwatch vibrated against my wrist-SOS. I found him face down in the pool, still. My wife, Jessica, stood by the edge, phone in hand, a glass of wine beside her, looking utterly bored. "He' s just faking it again, Liam. He' s trying to get attention," she said, as I pulled Leo' s limp body from the water. My world shattered, and with it, a dam of forgotten memories broke. My name isn' t Liam Hayes; it' s Noah Miller. I' d been in an accident, given amnesia, and then reshaped through countless surgeries into Liam' s spitting image-Jessica' s dead fiancé. I had been nothing more than a replacement, a puppet in a life that wasn' t mine. To find out Liam wasn't even dead, that he was sleeping with my wife right under my nose? It was unbearable. Leo knew. He knew Liam wasn't his father. That's why he fell in the pool. He didn' t fall, he sacrificed himself to expose the truth. Jessica knew he was terrified of water. And she let him drown, to punish him for revealing her carefully constructed lie. While my son lay dying, Jessica and Liam were celebrating their anniversary, taking smiling photos for the social pages. The grief was suffocating, but a cold, hard rage solidified in my chest. I cradled my son' s lifeless body, pulling out my phone. My fingers trembled as I scrolled past Jessica' s name and stopped at Evelyn Reed, her mother. When she answered, I said, "Evelyn, this is Noah Miller. I remember everything. Leo is dead. And it' s time for me to leave." The party was over, and my vengeance was just beginning.

His Fiancee's Lies, His Cold Fury

The VIP wing of Miller Hospital was supposed to be a place of quiet luxury, a formality before my wedding to Olivia Hayes, the brilliant CEO. Instead, it became a public spectacle when a male nurse, Liam White, launched into a vicious, calculated attack, slandering me with accusations of STIs and a shocking, fabricated abortion scandal involving a married socialite. The whispers from onlookers ripped through the room, tainting my family's name and leaving me exposed, while Olivia, my fiancée, stood by, seemingly prioritizing appearances over my defense. A cold rage simmered within me. How could anyone believe such disgusting lies, let alone my own fiancée? Why was she so passive, almost complicit? Despite the humiliation, I agreed to further tests to clear my name. But the true betrayal struck days later at Olivia' s bridal boutique, where I discovered Liam, the man who tried to ruin me, brazenly wearing my custom wedding suit. He then deliberately destroyed it. Just as Olivia defended him, a quiet whisper revealed the shocking truth: Olivia and Liam weren't just colleagues-they were lovers, conspiring against me, gloating over my pain. In that moment, everything clicked. The muted reactions, the immediate hire, the fierce protection. It was all a lie. The wedding was off. I threw her engagement ring onto a display table, the clatter echoing the shattering of my world. "You' re a fraud I' ve been funding," I told her, exposing her financial deceptions to the stunned crowd. My family' s formidable legal power swung into action. I sued them both, ripping away their carefully constructed facades, watching their alliance crumble into bitter accusations. Their ultimate fate, a desperate struggle ending in a fatal fall, played out on the marble staircase of my new mansion, a chilling, final release. I am free. And now, my story truly begins.

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

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.

After Leaving, Her Three Brothers Beg For Forgiveness

Kathryn was the true daughter, but Jolene stole her life and set her up for ruin. After a brutal kidnapping scheme, Kathryn's loyalty to her brothers and fiancé was met with cruel betrayal. Narrowly escaping, she chose to cut all ties and never forgive them. Then she shocked the world: the miracle doctor for the elite, a top-tier hacker, a financial mastermind, and now the untouchable star her family could only watch from afar. Her brothers begged, her parents pleaded, her ex wanted her back-Kathryn exposed them all. The world gasped as the richest man confessed his love for her.

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.

My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her

My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?

Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase

Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.