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Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband

Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband

Colette stepped out of the federal prison, finally breathing the air of freedom after two agonizing years. But instead of a bus home, a black armored SUV blocked her path. Ferris Vance's men kidnapped her right at the gates. He forced her to sign a marriage certificate, threatening to completely destroy her father's legacy if she refused. The nightmare had only just begun. She soon learned her father had been driven to suicide anyway. Dragged into the Vance estate, Colette was beaten bloody by the family of Ellie, the girl she supposedly wronged. Ferris paraded her in a pure white gown for the cameras, playing the fiercely devoted husband. But the second the lenses turned away, he forced her into a coarse maid's uniform, making her scrub the freezing marble floors on her hands and knees. "Your life isn't even worth the dirt on my shoes." Ferris whispered those words as he threw his muddy boots at her bruised face. She was nothing but a piece of bleeding bait, a prop meant to lure his missing lover out of hiding. She was tortured and humiliated for a crime she had absolutely nothing to do with. The sheer injustice of paying the price for another woman's disappearance tore her soul apart. When he cornered her in the bathroom, the last thread of Colette's sanity snapped. She hurled a bucket of filthy water right into his face, broke out of his grip, and threw herself out a window into a freezing storm. This time, she chose to escape, even if it meant death.
Thin Line Between Love And Hate: Ex-Husband's Regrets

Thin Line Between Love And Hate: Ex-Husband's Regrets

"What a surprise," Sofia cooed, eyes icy as they flicked from Alina's hair to her dress. "Didn't expect to see you here or dressed like... that." Alina's breath hitched, but she kept her voice calm. "It's a public event, Sofia." Sofia sniffed. "Some of us just expected better standards." "It's funny, really. You keep showing up where you're not wanted. You weren't even good enough as a wife, and now you are trying to seduce someone else into cleaning up your mess?" Alina stepped forward. "Don't you dare talk to me like that." "Oh? Is it not true? You're just a parasite who clings to powerful men, hoping one of them finally chooses you..." "At least l was legally married to him" she spat back, her contemptuous words cutting through the air like a knife. Sofia advanced towards Alina, pushing her hard on the chest. Barely standing firm as she clung onto a nearby chair. Sofia was going for another push. In defense she pushed Sofia, Sofia staggered far backward that she had pushed her. Sofia fell on the glossy floor clutching her belly. "Ah! My baby, why would you want to hurt my baby" while letting out hot pretentious tears. "She pushed me!" "I didn't!" Alina exclaimed in shock, it...it...it was in defense. David stepped forward, eyes blazing. "What the hell is wrong with you, Alina?!" "Do you want me so bad that you're willing to hurt my unborn child?" While raising his hand to slap Alina, Alina, not knowing what to expect closed her eyes and before David's hand could come any closer. Zane's hand caught his wrist mid-air. "Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on my woman," he growled. Silence fell. Zane's eyes were ice. David looked stunned. And Alina her eyes widened, her heart hammering. "You touch her," Zane said in a voice laced with steel, "and I'll make sure you never touch anything again." The tension cracked in the air. David who clearly wasn't really to back down, scoffed "your woman? I've been in her before you". "She was mine first". *** Alina was so in love with her husband even though deep down, she knew it was one-sided. She believed he would one day grow to love her. Her husband has always been obsessed with his childhood crush. He finally made it known when he handed her the divorce papers. That night changed a lot of things in her life, one of which was pregnancy from a total stranger. You'll not be prepared for what's coming next!!! See for yourself...
His Accidental Cure: The Runaway Contract Wife

His Accidental Cure: The Runaway Contract Wife

I was drugged and sent to a hotel room to be compromised, but I ended up in the presidential suite with a stranger. I didn't know the man I clung to in my hallucinogenic haze was my own husband, Devaughn Winters, a man I hadn't spoken to in a year. When I woke up the next morning, the terror of what I’d done hit me like a physical blow. I fled, leaving behind nothing but a shredded dress and a lingering sense of dread. I thought I’d finally escaped the cold, suffocating contract of our marriage when I signed the divorce papers, but I was wrong. My mother-in-law arrived at my apartment, freezing my sick mother’s medical funds and threatening to ruin me for the "infidelity" she claimed I’d committed. She dragged my secrets into the light, leaving me with no choice but to fight back with a knife in my hand and a 911 call on speaker. But just as I thought I was free, the man I’d spent the night with—the man who was supposed to be my stranger—tore up our divorce papers and declared that I was his to keep. I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand, trapped between a ruthless father who wanted to sell me for corporate secrets and a husband who demanded I belong to him in life and in death. How did he not know who I was that night, and why is he suddenly claiming me as his own? I’m done being a victim, and if he thinks he can own me, he’s about to find out exactly what happens when a cornered woman decides to burn it all down.
Divorcing The CEO To Save My Baby

Divorcing The CEO To Save My Baby

I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant. It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication. Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York. My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm. Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match. I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life. "Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!" But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died. As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died. I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay.