The Unseen Genius: A Family\'s Ruin

My Cruel Ex-Husband Demands A Remarriage

I spun the dial on the hidden wall safe, expecting to find the Glock 19 Aiden insisted I keep. Instead, I found a ledger proving my husband, the Mafia's most feared Enforcer, was funding a secret family with my dead father's money. For seven years, I had been his obedient doll. I cleaned the blood off his knuckles and justified his violence. But the ledger showed he had siphoned my entire inheritance into a trust for a child he had with his brother's wife. When I tried to leave, his mistress framed me as a spy. Aiden didn't ask for proof. He didn't hesitate. He dragged me to a damp warehouse, hooded me, and beat me until my ribs cracked. He left me to rot in the dark, ignoring the diamond bracelet on my wrist—the very one he had gifted me the day before as a symbol of his "ownership." He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die in that basement, a silent collateral of his rage. But he made a fatal mistake. He left me alive. I escaped through a ventilation grate and ran straight to the one man Aiden feared most: his sworn enemy, Jensen Levy. "Make me a weapon," I told him. Two years later, I walked back into Aiden's office. Not as his battered wife, but as the CEO of the corporation that had just bought his empire's debt. He looked at me with horror, realizing the ghost he created had come back to burn him down. "Hello, Aiden," I said, pressing a high-voltage tactical pen against his chest. "You're trespassing."

The Alpha's Barren Luna: Erasing The Mate Bond

I was the Weaver, the only wolf capable of knitting the spiritual wards that protected our billion-dollar empire. But to my husband, the Alpha, I was just a piece of malfunctioning tech. Ten years ago, I crushed my spine and destroyed my womb pulling him from a burning car. Now, because I couldn't give him an heir, he treated me like a ghost in his own home. The breaking point wasn't the affair. It was seeing Brendan, the man who once told me "Alphas do not kneel," drop to one knee on a public sidewalk to tie his pregnant mistress's sneaker. He touched her stomach with a reverence he had never shown me. That night, his mistress sent me a video of them together, captioning it: He's painting the sky for our son. What did he paint for you? Nothing. Because you're barren. I realized then that a divorce wouldn't free me. He would never release his most valuable asset. The Mate Bond was a chain, and as long as my wolf lived, I was his prisoner. I didn't want his money. I didn't want an apology. I wanted total erasure. So, I bought a forbidden potion called Tabula Rasa. It doesn't just wipe your memory; it dissolves the wolf spirit with acid and severs the soul-tie. I rigged the estate's defense wards to self-destruct, melted my Luna ring into a lump of slag, and drank the poison. When Brendan finally rushed home, terrified by the collapsing wards, he found me standing over the shattered vial. He screamed my name, trying to use the Alpha Command to make me submit. But I just looked at this weeping stranger with calm, human eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

My Billionaire Husband's Deadly Betrayal

My husband, tech billionaire Amir Carter, was a god in Chicago. For five years, he was the perfect husband, and I, a pediatric doctor, believed I had finally tamed the infamous playboy. But when my brother Keon needed an urgent heart transplant, everything fell apart. The donor Amir found was a young singer-exactly his type. On the day of the surgery, as my brother was dying, I found my husband comforting her. "Don't pressure her, Blake," he said. "She's delicate." Then the call came. My brother was dead. Amir didn't even notice, annoyed that I was stressing out his new project. He pushed me down a flight of stairs, crashed his car into my taxi to protect her, and gave her the last gift my brother ever made for me. He saw me bleeding on the floor and walked right past, his only concern for the woman who let my brother die. My fairy tale was a lie. I was just another one of his seasonal projects, now completed and discarded. He took everything from me. So I signed the divorce papers, refused his millions, and vanished. Now, he's left alone with the truth: he killed my brother, and he didn't even know it.

Don't Cry Now, My Heartless Ex-Husband

The smell of leaking gasoline burned my nostrils, but the cold look in my husband's eyes hurt worse. Trapped in the overturned car, I watched Jacob reach in. He didn't reach for me, his wife. He unbuckled his mistress, Cassandra, shielding her head with a tenderness he never showed me. He walked away, leaving me to burn. I survived, but at a brutal cost. My right hand—the hand that played Chopin—was crushed into a useless claw. Jacob didn't apologize. Instead, he moved Cassandra into our home. He let her wear my diamonds, mock my injuries, and burn my sheet music. When I tried to expose her embezzlement, he called me unstable. To punish me for "betraying the family," he dug up my mother's grave and threw her ashes into the sea. That was the moment the wife died, and something else was born. He thought he had buried me under the weight of his cruelty. He didn't realize he had planted a seed. I staged my death and vanished into the snowy streets of Vienna. Five years later, I am a world-renowned composer, and Jacob is a ruined man in a wheelchair, begging for a forgiveness I no longer have the energy to give.

Burning His Empire For My Sister

My sister died because my husband' s mistress needed the helicopter for her dog. I called him, begging him to send his medevac chopper. He promised it would be there in thirty minutes. It never came. As my sister' s heart monitor flatlined, I saw the reason on Instagram. His mistress, Brooklyn, was posing with the helicopter, thanking my husband, Jax, for saving her Pomeranian who ate some chocolate. When I confronted him, he chose her. He pushed me, and after the car crash that followed, he rescued her from the wreckage while leaving me bleeding in the back. At the hospital, he played the hero for the news, but the final blow came from my lawyer. Our five-year marriage was a fraud; the license was fake. So I disappeared. Now, two years later, I' m back. He built an empire on my back, and I' m here to burn it all to the ground.

Signed Away: A Life Unbound

The printer hummed, spitting out the last page of the asset transfer agreement for a company I' d spent five years building with my husband, Liam. Five years of a marriage that was now just ash. My phone buzzed. It was Dr. Alex Chen. "Chloe, are you sure about this? There are other ways." His voice was gentle, the same way it had been for years, trying to hold me together. "No, Alex," I replied, my voice hollow and distant, "There' s no other way. Not for me." He was sick, he didn't know what he was doing. But I was sick too. Sick of waiting for a man who no longer existed, a man who, two months ago, drugged me with potent sleeping pills so he could go out with his ex-girlfriend, Sophia. Because of that, his mother, Liam' s kind mother, died alone. He admitted it without a hint of guilt. My heart finally turned to stone. The love I had clung to, the hope I had nurtured in the dark, it all died with her. For five years, I had cared for him, run our tech company, the one we built together, while he slowly disappeared. His memory didn't just fade; it rewound. He was twenty-one again, and dating Sophia Reed. Now, I was just a means to an end. The woman who paid the bills so he could shower Sophia with gifts, the woman who ran the company so he had a fortune to offer his college sweetheart. I had spent the last two months meticulously preparing for this. Every share, every asset, every dollar in the company was being transferred to him. I was leaving him with everything. And I was leaving him. I gave him the papers. He barely glanced at them, his thumbs moving across his phone. "What is it? More boring company stuff?" he asked. "Can't you handle it?" I pointed to the signature lines. "It's an asset transfer. It's all yours now. Just sign, and it's done." In his current state, he didn't even notice the divorce papers tucked at the bottom of the stack. He just wanted to get back to Sophia. "Hey, Soph," he answered, his voice dripping with affection. "Yeah, I' m on my way now. Just had to sign some stuff here for… her." He didn' t even use my name. "No, it' s great news. I basically own the whole company now. We can buy that beach house you wanted. Yeah, the one in Malibu." He walked out the door, still laughing about all the things they were going to do with the money I' d signed over to him, without letting me tell him his mother was dead. The door clicked shut behind him.

Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

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."

Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!

For three years, Averie pushed herself through a secret marriage, waiting for the day she could finally wear a white dress and be seen as his wife. The night before she could finally walk down the aisle, he confessed without a hint of hesitation that he was marrying the woman who once rescued him instead. The "fake" divorce agreement she signed for him shattered into a real, icy breakup that finally freed her wounded heart. When he returned in remorse, begging for just one more chance, a ruthless business magnate pulled Averie close and muttered coldly, "You're too late. She's my woman now."

THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable

Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."