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Misdiagnosis in andrology, My Billionaire Husband

Misdiagnosis in andrology, My Billionaire Husband

I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming. Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped. "I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?" He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building. My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die. I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose. I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit. "Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession. I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.
Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

The smell of old paper filled Chloe Gates's lungs as she woke up with a violent gasp in the dead-quiet public library. Her phone screen lit up with a severe weather alert for October 25th, but she knew it wasn't just a storm. It was an engineered apocalypse, the gentle whisper before a global scream orchestrated by a shadowy organization. In her past life, this day marked the beginning of a starving, freezing hell. She remembered gnawing on mushy tree bark in the wasteland of Central Park, and the sickening crack of her own ribs when a man beat her for a piece of scavenged meat. But the deepest trauma came from Jacob Daniels, the elite security chief of the Haven Group. When the deadly blizzard hit, he was the one who locked the compound gates, ignoring her desperate pleas as he left her outside to die. "Are you alright? Should I call someone?" The voice belonged to Jacob himself, standing right in front of her in the library, offering a hypocritical courtesy that mocked her agonizing death. She had died a naive, trusting victim, crushed by a merciless system while the rich and powerful survived. Why should she freeze in the snow again while they profited from the end of the world? Looking down, a silver hexagram glowed faintly on her wrist-her infinite sub-dimensional storage unit had traveled back with her. With twenty-four hours left and an eight-million-dollar trust fund, Chloe walked out of the library. This time, she was going to buy the world.
The Scumbag CEO's Secret Genius Wife

The Scumbag CEO's Secret Genius Wife

I was the internet's most feared vigilante, famous for exposing toxic men to millions of live viewers. With one click, I was supposed to take down a local scammer, but the screen glitched. Instead of a petty liar, the face of Kristopher Schaefer-the most powerful billionaire in New York-appeared on the broadcast, branded with a massive red stamp that read: SCUMBAG. The internet went into a frenzy as I called the city's richest man a "leech" who had no spine. Within minutes, my studio was breached and my network was hacked. I fled into the rain, only to be cornered by a fleet of black SUVs. The man I had just publicly humiliated stepped out of the shadows, his eyes burning with a terrifying, cold fury. He didn't just want an apology; he wanted me. Because legally, on a piece of paper buried in a safe three years ago, this "scumbag" was actually my husband. He dragged me back to his sprawling estate, stripping me of my secrets and forcing me into a life of luxury that felt more like a prison. He threatened to ruin me for the billions in stock value I'd wiped out, yet he refused to let me go. I didn't understand why he was protecting me from my own treacherous family or why he looked at me with such starving intensity. I was a forensic accountant who had just declared war on his empire, so why was he putting his mother's priceless emeralds around my neck? Was he trying to silence me, or was there a deeper game at play within his crumbling company? When he finally found the encrypted drive containing his company's darkest financial secrets, the deal changed. "Play the perfect wife," he commanded, pinning me against the wall. "Save my merger, and I might just forget you tried to destroy me." Now, I have to decide if I'm going to finish the takedown, or if I'm the only woman who can save the man I'm supposed to hate.
Too Late To Stop Her Revenge

Too Late To Stop Her Revenge

Elenor Moran died loving Giles Barron. For three years, she endured her husband's indifference, his family's humiliation, and the entire Washington elite treating his mistress, Evelin Sargent, like the real Mrs. Barron. Elenor kept begging for a marriage Giles had never wanted-until someone sabotaged her brakes and sent her to a brutal death. Then she opened her eyes in the hospital, alive again, with every memory of her previous life intact. At her first gala after the crash, Giles publicly placed the "Morning Star" diamond necklace-the anniversary gift he had promised Elenor-around Evelin's neck. This time, Elenor did not cry. She handed him divorce papers. Giles laughed, certain she would come crawling back. He threatened her father, targeted her brother, and let his mother pressure her to produce a Barron heir. His sister even gave her a so-called fertility tonic that would permanently destroy her body. They had used every one of those weapons against her before. Now Elenor knew exactly how to destroy them. While Giles searched for the wife he believed he owned, Elenor stepped into Washington's most dangerous political circles. Armed with knowledge of a coming assassination, she approached Senator Kris Langley-her former Georgetown mentor, Giles's powerful political rival, and the one man who had recognized her brilliance long before she became Mrs. Barron. By the time Giles realizes Elenor never wanted his fortune-and that the devoted wife he discarded is the one woman he cannot replace-she is already dismantling the Barron dynasty piece by piece. He wants her back. His family wants her silenced. But it is far too late to stop her revenge.
Reborn Heiress: My Ex-Husband's Ruin

Reborn Heiress: My Ex-Husband's Ruin

Genevieve was heavily pregnant, holding the legal papers that would transfer her massive family trust fund to her loving husband, Clinton. But as she approached his study, she heard a familiar giggle. Through the cracked door, she saw her cousin Carolynn sitting on his desk, her skirt hiked up, while Clinton smirked and poured bourbon. "Once she signs those papers, we don't need her anymore," Clinton laughed coldly. "The kidnapping is staged for tomorrow. She and the brat disappear permanently." Genevieve gasped, and he spotted her. When she frantically tried to run, her trusted housekeeper blocked the stairs. Clinton dragged her back, beat her mercilessly, and locked her in a freezing, underground cellar. Denied any medical help, she endured agonizing hours of labor alone in the dark, only to deliver a stillborn child. Clinton then walked in, ruthlessly tossed her dead baby's tiny body into a pile of dirty rags, and brutally strangled her. As her lungs burned and the world faded to black, her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. She had given him everything. How could they be so monstrous as to murder her and her innocent child just for money? Opening her eyes again, the freezing cellar was gone. She was standing in an emerald silk gown at an elite charity gala—the exact night their original kidnapping plot began, a month before she even announced her pregnancy. This time, the naive socialite was dead, and she was going to make them pay in blood.
The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Surgeon

The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Surgeon

Kennedy waited at the penthouse dining table with a positive pregnancy report hidden in her pocket. But her billionaire husband, Jackson, walked in and threw a divorce agreement directly over her medical report. He coldly announced his first love, Janine, was back, and he was giving her the life she deserved. Desperate, Kennedy pulled out the pregnancy report as her last shield. Jackson barely glanced at it before giving a ruthless command. "Get rid of it." He said he wouldn't let an accident derail his plans to make things right with Janine. Her heart turned to ice. She signed the papers without a word, taking nothing but a single suitcase, and vanished into the night. Five years later, Kennedy had rebuilt her life as a world-renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, raising their genius twins alone. But her five-year-old hacker son exposed her location by attacking Jackson's company to avenge his mother. Jackson hunted her down, violently dragged her back to his estate, and locked her up like a criminal. To make matters worse, Janine threw herself down the stairs and faked a severe brain hemorrhage to frame Kennedy. Jackson believed the lie instantly, threatening her life and demanding she apologize to the woman in the VIP hospital bed. Instead, Kennedy calmly glanced at the vital signs monitor. "I should apologize for not pushing you harder. Because for a woman with a severe concussion, your intracranial pressure is perfectly normal." As the legendary surgical genius they had yet to recognize, she was finally going to make them pay for their stupidity.
Dumped by the CEO, Claimed by the Titan

Dumped by the CEO, Claimed by the Titan

Faye Barnes gasps awake in a bathtub full of blood, her wrist slit open. Downstairs, her soon-to-be ex-husband and his family are waiting for her to sign the divorce papers. To them, she's nothing but a worthless country girl who clung to their family name. But they have no idea who now lives inside this body. She is no longer the discarded wife. She is the woman who built Bowen's so-called empire from the shadows-every brilliant strategy, every award-winning proposal, every move that made him a legend. For three years, he took the credit. Now, she's taking it all back. She stops playing the victim. The divorce agreement? That's her declaration of war. On her way out of the gilded cage, she saves a teenage girl in a back alley, taking down three men in seconds. But someone is watching from a black Bentley. Chaz Savage-the dark king of the financial world, a man who controls everything and answers to no one. He doesn't know what to make of her. She's not impressed by his power. She's not afraid of his name. She barely gives him a second glance. A discarded queen who was never meant to be a pawn. A predator who tells himself he's just hunting a puzzle... until the trap closes around him. Bowen's downfall is only the beginning. Faye's true game has just opened. And the one man who thought he could own the board? He's already walking straight into her checkmate.
General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.

General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.

For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison. But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed. "Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back." That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins. When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them. He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets. Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage. Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died. I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned. But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows. I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate. Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile. The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.
From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride

From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride

The hospital's final notice cut through my life like a razor, demanding a fortune I didn't have to keep my mother alive. I was desperate, clinging to the hope that my boyfriend, Branson, would finally step up and marry me to secure our future. When I rushed to his hotel suite, desperate for his support, a man pulled me into the darkness. I thought it was Branson, but the rough, possessive touch and the stranger’s scent told a different story. I was trapped in a haze of panic and exhaustion, surrendering to a force that wasn't the man I loved. The next morning, I woke up alone to a cold text message: Branson had left for an emergency meeting. The horrifying realization hit me like a physical blow—I had been betrayed, used, and violated by a stranger while my supposed partner was nowhere to be found. When I finally confronted Branson at his club, he laughed at the idea of marrying me, calling me a pathetic "placeholder" and a "money furnace" while he waited for his ex to return. My world shattered into a thousand pieces. How could three years of devotion turn into such a cruel, calculated lie? I walked away, but I couldn't let my mother die. I needed a husband, and I needed one now. I turned to a stranger, a powerful executive named Julian Sinclair, and offered him a transaction: a marriage of convenience in exchange for my mother’s life. He didn't ask for love, only for me to play the part of his wife. I signed the contract, never realizing that my new husband was the man who had just bought my entire company—and that our dangerous game was only just beginning.