Modern Books for Women
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He Loved Me When You Didn't
Kaitlyn Barton POV: After three years building my family's hotel empire abroad, I came home to New York, expecting a warm embrace from my childhood fiancé, Edwin. Instead, he greeted me with a warning. He told me to be gentle with his new girlfriend, Kacy, painting me as a villain before I even knew her name. At my own welcome-home party, he let her stage a dramatic fall and then publicly blamed me for it, his eyes burning with a hatred I'd never seen. He cradled her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll I had broken. "Happy now, Kaitlyn?" he snarled, shattering twenty years of our shared history in front of everyone we knew. In his eyes, I was no longer his love, but a monster he needed to protect his new flame from. As he stormed out, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Everett Rowe, the man who had quietly loved me for five years. "If you are truly ready, I will marry you. Right now. Just say the word." My fingers moved on their own. "Yes," I typed. "I'll marry you." The moment I stepped back onto New York soil, a city I had once shared completely with Edwin, he greeted me not with a hug, but with a warning about his new girlfriend, painting me as the villain before I even knew her name. Three years abroad, cultivating my family's hotel empire, had prepared me for many business battles, but nothing for the cold, calculated betrayal that awaited me at home. He had replaced me, and then twisted our shared history, turning me into the aggressor he now needed protection from. This was not the reunion I had envisioned, nor the Edwin I remembered. My heart, which had swelled with anticipation, now froze into a solid block of ice./1/105654/coverorgin.jpg?v=80d180e8824307000e4363f307624cfc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Escape: The Billionaire Won't Sign
I returned to New York with two scuffed suitcases and a broken heart, ready to end my three-year exile as a ghost wife. All I wanted was to sign the divorce papers, move my dying mother to hospice, and vanish from the billionaire Spears family forever. But the moment I stepped into the penthouse, I saw a pair of expensive red-bottomed heels by the door that weren't mine. Carlyle, the husband who hadn't spoken to me in years, was already moving his mistress into our home before the ink on our separation agreement was even dry. The humiliation was only the beginning. Carlyle treated me like an intruder in my own house, yet he forced me to attend high-society galas as his "perfect" wife to protect his reputation. When I tried to leave, he froze my bank accounts, leaving me unable to pay for my mother’s life-saving treatment. He watched my desperation with cold, predatory eyes, flaunting his new romance in the tabloids while keeping me trapped in his freezing home. My mother’s doctors warned me she was running out of time, but Carlyle only used her illness as a leash to keep me from running. I didn't understand why he was doing this to me. I had clearly signed away the money and the name, so why wouldn't he let me go? Why did he have me watched for years if he hated me so much? Why was he flaunting another woman while refusing to sign the papers that would set us both free? What did he want from a woman he claimed to despise? When I finally cornered him with the final decree, Carlyle didn't pick up the pen. He snatched the folder, a flicker of cold triumph in his icy eyes. "The terms are wrong, Beatrix. I'm adding an employment clause. You’re going to work for me, in my office, where I can keep you under my thumb 24/7." He didn't just refuse to sign the papers; he had just turned my divorce into a permanent prison sentence./0/83916/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4f32fb673272747961f041cee5c56a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn in Fire: A Second Chance at Vengeance
My alarm shrieked, a familiar sound that usually meant chaos and camaraderie with my fiancé, Anthony, at Station 51. But this time, it was a second chance. In my previous life, a new probie, Sabrina Chavez, claimed to have chilling premonitions. I scoffed at her "bad feelings" during a warehouse fire, only to witness a section of the roof collapse exactly where she'd warned. My captain, usually level-headed, and even Anthony, my partner in everything, started believing her. Then came the day I was benched, branded a jinx by Sabrina' s latest "prophecy." During a hazmat spill, my team-my family-froze, watching, as chemicals ate through my skin. Anthony, the man I loved, stood there, paralyzed by Sabrina's terrified gaze, as I screamed for help. I died alone, betrayed, in a hospital room, not understanding how fear could turn my own crew into murderers. What secret did Sabrina hold that stripped away their courage, turning them into cold, superstitious strangers who let me burn? But now, I' m back. The alarm is screaming again, the call is the same, and Sabrina is about to make her first prediction. This time, I' m not just fighting fires; I' m fighting for my life, and I' m taking down everyone who betrayed me./0/88783/coverorgin.jpg?v=870d1920f489fffe248a9f69a52951fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rebirth of a Ruthless Daughter
She died betrayed-then woke up fifteen again. Once the beloved heiress of the Sherwood family, Hyera was murdered by those closest to her. But fate gave her a second chance. Reborn with all her memories, she's determined to rewrite her destiny. This time, she'll expose every lie, and make her enemies pay./1/111170/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d92526714f8c39f59e368a6eb287216&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Uncle, My Sweetest Revenge
My fiancé, Freddie, signed the papers to have me committed to a mental asylum. He told everyone my "episodes" were becoming a liability to his family's pristine reputation. The truth was, he and his mistress, Jessie, wanted me out of the way. They painted me as a hysterical, unstable psycho so their affair could continue without a single complication. I spent my last days in a chemical haze, trapped and forgotten. My final memory wasn't of love or compassion, but of orderlies forcing my head under the stagnant, drugged water of an asylum bathtub. Freddie just watched, his face cold and indifferent as I drowned. He stole my life, my sanity, and my future. He got away with murder while playing the part of the devoted, heartbroken fiancé to a world that believed his every lie. Until I opened my eyes again. The blinding Hampton sun stabbed my retinas, and the smell of chlorine filled my lungs. I wasn't in the asylum. I was back at the Madden family's annual summer party, three years before my death. Across the pool, I saw Freddie laughing with Jessie. They thought they had won. They had no idea I was back from the dead to burn their entire world to the ground./1/106628/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e4f1423cd53f79ae03bf1cc18de25f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire
I spent a year hiding my lethal skills behind the stiff polyester uniform of a hotel butler. To the world, I’m just Betsey Madden, a "charity case" scrubbing floors at The Elysium to solve the mystery of my mother’s suspicious death. On the anniversary of her passing, my manager decided to humiliate me by assigning me to the Penthouse to serve Celestino Franklin, a billionaire known as the "Butcher of Wall Street" who supposedly eats staff for breakfast. When I stepped into the suite, I found the pristine white carpet stained with fresh blood and a wounded man lunging at me from the shadows. I didn't scream; I instinctively dropped into a combat stance I hadn't used since my days as a shadow operative in Vienna, pinning the billionaire before he could even blink. I had to choose between letting him bleed out or revealing that I was far more than a girl who folds napkins for minimum wage. I chose to save him, stitching his gunshot wound with a surgical precision that no ordinary servant should ever possess. As he gripped my wrist, the air turned cold. He didn't smell like a typical CEO; he carried the sharp scent of sandalwood and expensive scotch—the exact, intoxicating aroma of the man from the nightmares I’ve had since the night my mother died. "You have good hands," he rasped, his storm-gray eyes seeing right through my pale foundation and fake exhaustion. "You're wasting them on silver polish." I realized then that my cover wasn't just blown; it was the bait that had finally caught the monster I was looking for. I came to this hotel to find a killer, but I never expected my prime suspect to be the man now demanding I become his personal shadow. The hunt for the truth just turned into a deadly dance with a predator who knows exactly who I am, and I’m not leaving until I find out if he’s my savior or my mother's murderer./1/119606/coverorgin.jpg?v=053abbbf6453d824449beb248f555a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejecting The Tycoon: My Secret Billionaire Life
Arlie Solomon walked into her grandfather's funeral in faded jeans, ignoring the disgusted stares of her elite family who viewed her as a forgotten country outcast. But the grand hall froze when the lawyer read the final will. Her grandfather had left his entire billionaire empire—and an irrevocable marriage contract with Kerr Ward, the city's most powerful bachelor—solely to Arlie. The family erupted in venomous rage. Her uncle and cousins relentlessly tried to humiliate her, banishing the new billionaire to a dusty servant's room and mocking her lack of a high school diploma. When petty bullying failed, her uncle slammed a contract on the desk, threatening to publicly disown her if she didn't sign over the company. "You are tearing this family apart. Sign this, or we are done with you!" They thought she was just a helpless, uneducated girl they could easily crush. They had no idea that her five-year absence was a complete void—a "digital ghost" status so heavily encrypted that even Kerr Ward's top-tier intelligence network couldn't find a single trace of her existence. Faced with their ultimate threat, Arlie didn't panic. She calmly pulled a pre-drafted legal document from her backpack to permanently sever their family ties. "Once you sign this, you are legally strangers trespassing in my private residence. I will have you escorted off the property by the police." The charade of the ignorant country girl was over; it was time to clean house./1/126095/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b50a94eff6d74ae85c9c20f4ad85618&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn And Remade: Ruining My Heartless CEO Ex
Chloe Clark was the envy of Manhattan, engaged to the tech world's golden boy who had just promised her a wedding for the ages. But days later, her face was melting off, destroyed by corrosive acid disguised as her daily skin toner. Enduring excruciating pain, she stumbled to his office for answers, only to find him holding her best friend and maid of honor. Through the cracked door, she recorded their chilling laughter. "That acid worked wonders. No one will ever associate her with that disfigured face again." "Her value is exhausted. I have her formula, so she's useless to me now." When she burst in to confront them, they didn't even pretend to be sorry. Instead, they shoved her hard against a desk, snatched her voice recorder, and threw her out of the high-rise window. As the glittering city lights spun into a terrifying vortex, the ultimate betrayal tore her apart. Her love and her friendship were nothing but a lie, just stepping stones on their path to ruin her. Why did she have to die like garbage while they stole everything she had built? But she didn't hit the concrete. She woke up choking in a freezing river, staring at her unblemished, seventeen-year-old hands. She had been reborn, back to the exact day her adoptive mother pushed her off a cliff in the Montana wilderness. Climbing out of the icy water, a cold smile crept onto her face; this time, she would make them all pay in blood./1/117335/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae9f89fd768b3a5b28cd49914a122d8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Heiress And Her Dangerous Alpha
Isabel Jensen was the Cooper family's ultimate scapegoat. When her fake sister, Jessye, viciously pushed a classmate down a flight of marble stairs, the family didn't hesitate to protect the real monster. Her parents and her elite lawyer brother, Kadin, forced Isabel to sign a false confession to save the family's reputation. Kadin even used his legal expertise to ensure she received the maximum federal prison sentence with no parole. For two years, Isabel suffered in a cell while Jessye played the perfect, innocent victim. On the day of her release, Kadin showed up not to welcome her, but to throw a credit card onto the dirty asphalt. "You are nothing without the Cooper name. Out here, you're less than the junkies shooting up in the slums." He threatened to cut off her accounts, fully expecting her to drop to her knees and beg for his forgiveness. Her other brothers mocked her in their private group chats, betting she would starve on the streets within a week. The original Isabel had loved them desperately, constantly pleading for their affection, only to be ruthlessly discarded and framed. Why were they so blindly cruel to the one person who truly cared for them? But they didn't know the weak, easily manipulated girl had already died in that prison. The soul that took over her body was a transmigrated medical genius known on the dark web as The Surgeon. Isabel casually left his credit card in the dirt, stepped into a waiting Maybach sent by the billionaire Vanderbilt family, and prepared to crush the Cooper empire./0/82619/coverorgin.jpg?v=bacdd52029ba7180a0b243ce10f29014&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Her Obsession
Ethan Cole, heir to a formidable dynasty, was hopelessly infatuated with Seraphina Vance. When a devastating explosion nearly claimed her life, he defied all odds, secretly risking his own to fund a clandestine rescue, even letting another man claim his heroic sacrifice. But that man, his security chief Marcus Thorne, shamelessly twisted the truth, painting Ethan as her envious tormentor. Seraphina, vulnerable and blinded by grief, believed Marcus' s lies, cultivating a fierce love for him and an unyielding hatred for Ethan. After Marcus' s supposed death (for which she blamed Ethan), Seraphina became "The Matriarch" of a shadowy Order, imprisoning and ruthlessly torturing him for two decades. She inflicted a lifetime of calculated physical and psychological torment, watching his very spirit crumble under her cruel "300 years of suffering," until her new favorite, Lucian, took sadistic pleasure in shattering his hands. He unearthed records within the Order-a sacred "Book of Truths"-revealing Marcus' s complete treachery and his own self-sacrificing innocence. Yet, she dismissed it as another pathetic lie, her hatred for him unshakeable. How could one man endure such profound, undeserved torment, built entirely on a monstrous, self-serving deception? Left for dead, his memory wiped, he started anew as Elian, building a peaceful life. But when Princess Seraphina, now seeking atonement, found him and proposed marriage, it tore open old wounds. Now, with a celestial second chance, he must re-enter his past and meticulously unravel the threads of his own tragic fate./0/83268/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9fc2adbbba67ab1da6feccff19f44f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Your Home Isn't Safe
Thanksgiving Day in our brand-new, dream condo, and my wife Sarah and I were finally settling into our freshly renovated home. Everything felt perfect, a fresh start. But the holiday cheer vanished when an HOA email popped up: "Improperly parked vehicle." My car. In my own deeded parking spot. Then I saw the neighbor's post on Nextdoor, claiming my spot even though he had no right to it. The guy, Kevin, was instantly entitled and rude. The very next morning, my car had a deep, deliberate scratch running down the side, and the HOA cameras were "conveniently" offline for maintenance. This wasn't random; it was a brazen act of vandalism. Then Kevin's mother tried to physically block me from my own spot, followed by his father, who smashed my taillight with a sickening crunch. Even after police got involved, Kevin' s family staged a chaotic scene, and Kevin himself destroyed my phone. What started as a parking dispute quickly escalated into outright war: while we were away, my condo was intentionally flooded, and Sarah' s jewelry stolen. My home, violated. I stared at the water damage, a knot of cold fury twisting in my gut. How could a simple parking disagreement lead to such malice, such calculated destruction of our property and peace? The perpetrators were clear, yet the system seemed to turn a blind eye, allowing their escalating vendetta to spiral out of control. This wasn't merely about property anymore; it was about our safety, our sanity, and fighting back. With my influencer friend Mike, I decided to take this fight public. The gloves were off, and I vowed to expose every single one of their twisted acts, no matter the personal cost./1/112793/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5ac9230e5343d31a83ff7b382d37a04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lethal Heiress: Too Late For Regret
Four years ago, Ashlee Maddox was ripped away from her wealthy Boston family and forged into a lethal black-ops commander. Now, her estranged parents were suddenly begging their long-lost daughter to come home. But the heartwarming reunion was a complete lie. They didn't love her; they just needed her grandfather's massive trust fund to save their failing company. The moment she arrived, the setup began. Her parents hired paparazzi to capture her looking unhinged, treating her like a stray dog while treating her adopted sister, Averi, like a princess. Averi faked injuries, tried to steal Ashlee's car, and threw tantrums to play the victim. During a family dinner, her father tried to trick her into signing away her entire fortune. When that failed, Averi planted a diamond necklace in Ashlee's coat, screaming for help to frame her for theft. They planned to declare her mentally unstable to legally seize control of her assets. They thought she was just a naive, broken girl they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea they were trying to gaslight a top-tier military predator who had just blown a ghost operative off a cliff with a heavy sniper rifle. Ashlee didn't panic or cry. She calmly shoved the diamond necklace into Averi's mouth and shattered her father's leg with a single vicious kick. "This is the last time you try to touch my money." Leaving her family terrified and broken in the hallway, she walked out of the mansion. The family trash was dealt with; now, it was time to hunt down the real enemy hiding in her city./1/103384/coverorgin.jpg?v=d91eb329a375c13cbcbcc2d434d8e6cd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Deadly Double Life
I was the top financial analyst on the network, my predictions legendary. But one morning, my husband, Augustus, and his intern mistress, Baylee, orchestrated a live-on-air sabotage that vaporized my career. I was forced onto a leave of absence, only to be called back to prep Baylee-the very woman replacing me. That night, an anonymous text arrived. It was an audio file from years ago: Baylee' s panicked voice confessing to a hit-and-run, and Augustus' s calm voice promising to cover it up. The victim was my mother. The accident that left her crippled wasn't an accident at all. My husband, the man who comforted me, had protected her attacker all along. He thought he had broken me. But as I listened to their lies, I knew my old life was over. I picked up the phone and called my old mentor. "Eliot," I said, my voice shaking with rage. "I'm ready to sue. I'm taking everything from them."/0/87486/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c3dc6efd2c5d7da574489a4d74718c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayal of a Dying Heart
When I stopped my wife’s assistant, Duard, from torturing a cat, a viral video turned me into a hero overnight. The public outcry was so intense that our company, which my wife and I co-owned, had to fire him. My wife, Jesse, seemed grateful, thanking me for opening her eyes. To celebrate, she cooked a romantic dinner and proposed a toast to our new beginning. The next thing I knew, I woke up on a cold concrete floor, my hands bound tightly behind my back. Jesse and Duard stood on a catwalk above me, livestreaming to the world. Below, surrounding me in a massive, deserted warehouse, were a dozen starving pit bulls, their ribs showing through their skin. "This is justice, Kai," she said, her voice stripped of all warmth. "For what you did to Duard." While the live chat called me a psycho, she told the world that I was the real animal here. She called Duard a kind soul and watched as the world turned against me. My loving wife was justifying my murder to a global audience. Then she gave me a choice: get on my knees, live on camera, and beg Duard for forgiveness. "Do that," she said, "and maybe I'll call them off." I looked from her cold eyes to Duard’s sadistic grin, and then at the hungry dogs. A surge of defiance cut through my fear. "Wrong answer," she hissed. "Duard, open the gates."/0/78077/coverorgin.jpg?v=d01e45e947c02b26fb0aa93ba26228e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Refuse to Be a Slave to my Ex and Husband
Aria, the ambitious heir to a prestigious family empire, has always dreamt of breaking free from her family's oppressive expectations and forging her own identity. But when she uncovers a chilling conspiracy that sees her framed for financial misconduct, her world spirals into chaos. The betrayal runs deep- her charming ex-fiancé, Julian, is not just a casualty but a mastermind behind the plot orchestrating her downfall, alongside her own family members whc prioritize legacy over loyalty Determined to reclaim her freedom and rightful place in the business, Aria embarks on a treacherous journey filled with emotional turmoil and shocking revelations. As she navigates a treacherous landscape of deception, she must build alliances with unexpected allies, face painful truths about ner family's dark past, and confront her unresolvec feelings for Julian, who struggles with his own demons. With each step, Aria transforms from a woman burdened by her lineage into a force of nature, ready to defy the constraints imposed upon her. Yet, as the battle for her identity intensifies, she must grapple with the fine line between revenge and justice. Will Aria rise to claim her power, or will the very bonds that tie her to her family keep her shackled in a life she refuses to accept?/1/104682/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e904d5b853b4af63d26ece556d7223c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife
I arrived at my uncle’s mansion looking like human trash, clutching a one-way bus ticket and a duffel bag stuffed with old newspaper. My aunt looked at me with pure disgust, as if she could smell the poverty on my skin, but they needed me for one thing: to be a sacrificial lamb. They told me I was getting married to Julian Sterling, a man the elite circles called a violent monster locked in a cage. My uncle forced me to sign away my soul to save their failing fortune, while my cousin Kayla laughed and threw a torn dress at my feet, calling me a "rat from the Rust Belt." At the Sterling estate, the nightmare only deepened. Julian’s stepmother treated me like a horse she was forced to buy, ordering the staff to "burn off" my hair before locking me in the West Wing. I was thrown into a padded cell with a man who lunged at me, his heavy chains rattling against the floor as he roared with an animalistic rage that had already killed two nurses. They thought I was a pathetic, uneducated girl who "didn't read so good." They didn't know I had extorted two million dollars from my uncle before walking out the door, or that I was secretly recording every slap and insult they threw at me for future leverage. I huddled in the corner of that dark cell, letting them watch me tremble on the security feeds. I let Julian’s sister strike me with a riding crop and splash water in my face, playing the role of the clumsy, sobbing idiot to perfection. But the moment the cameras looped, the scared girl vanished. I pinned the "monster" to the floor, cut the neural tracking chip out of his neck with a hidden scalpel, and whispered into his ear as his blue eyes finally cleared. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast./1/117660/coverorgin.jpg?v=91754e1cc65f479e507473b68001a2ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night With The Scheming CEO
At the company gala, Chloe caught her boyfriend of two years making out with her best friend in a shadowed alcove. Heartbroken, she got blackout drunk. The next morning, she woke up wearing nothing but a man's dress shirt in a massive, sterile penthouse. The man walking out of the bathroom was Damien Sterling, the ruthless CEO of her company. Instead of firing her, he coldly assessed her and stated, "I don't make mistakes. Chloe, marry me. You are the most suitable candidate." Chloe refused, terrified of the ice-cold billionaire, and tried to focus on quietly plotting revenge against her cheating ex. But Damien wouldn't let her go. He manipulated her into accepting a career-making trip to Paris, subtly showed he knew her deepest secrets, and trapped her late at night in the empty office building. Then, the real nightmare began. The next morning, her department head found highly classified blueprints of their biggest competitor planted on her work computer. The files were downloaded late last night, exactly when she was stranded alone on the executive floor with Damien. She remembered the artisanal hot chocolate he bought her, the way he bandaged her sprained ankle, and the chilling realization that he had been secretly watching her for months. He didn't want a wife. He wanted a perfect, disposable scapegoat for corporate espionage. Staring at the fake evidence that would ruin her life and send her to prison, Chloe's blood ran cold. She wasn't just fighting her cheating ex anymore; she was at war with the most dangerous man in New York./0/81322/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d1b2a9ecf2e0da35f136a89437a1234&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dashcam's Silent Witness
The knot in my stomach wasn't just anticipation for my prenatal check-up; it was the chilling premonition of a nightmare revisited. My husband Mark, our town' s revered Fire Captain, conveniently had an urgent training, leaving his childhood friend Jessica to sweetly offer me a ride to the doctor. But I knew this day, every terrifying detail, because I'd endured it once before. In my first life, Jessica had deliberately caused a horrific car crash, and Mark, the man who supposedly saved me, later turned into our baby' s and my executioner. This time, I secretly called 911, determined to change my fate, yet the horror unfolded eerily similarly. Mark arrived, doting on a minimally bruised Jessica, completely ignoring my severe injuries as I hemorrhaged, publicly shaming me while I agonizingly lost our child. The entire town, blinded by his hero status, rallied around Jessica, swiftly branding me the unstable, jealous woman who had caused all the tragedy. Isolated and shattered, the profound injustice burned through me, leaving me incredulous at their collective delusion. How could the truth be so twisted, and their eyes so firmly shut to the betrayers living among them? But they underestimated the silent resolve of a woman who had already walked through hell and returned. When Jessica pulled her next theatrical ploy, I didn't just stand there; I made a discrete call, armed with undeniable evidence from my dashcam, ready to expose the monsters and finally claim the justice my innocent baby never received./1/117336/coverorgin.jpg?v=57c6ff254903b383f98366cf47084fff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety Days Left: The Dying Wife's Revenge
The doctor gave Tessa exactly ninety days to live before her failing organs completely shut down. Stepping out of the clinic, her phone buzzed with a photo from her husband's mistress showing his custom watch on tangled hotel sheets. "Last night was exhausting. He really does not like going home to you, does he?" For three years, Tessa had been treated like a ghost while Lucian showered Vanessa with endless devotion. The cruelty peaked when Vanessa brazenly stole Tessa's masterpiece painting. When Tessa tried to stop the theft, Lucian ordered his bodyguards to pin his sick wife against the wall. "Are you trying to extort more money by staging an assault?" He threw a five-million-dollar check at her face and escorted his mistress away, leaving Tessa collapsing on the floor in physical agony. Why should Vanessa have everything—the love, the health, the future—while Tessa was left to die in pain and utter humiliation? She refused to fade away quietly. She altered their prenup to demand a three-hundred-million-dollar divorce settlement and used his limitless black card to hire the city's most expensive male escort, completely unaware the masked man she bought was her own furious husband in disguise. At the grand society gala, as Vanessa basked in the applause for the stolen artwork, Tessa stepped into the spotlight and held up a silver USB drive./1/105656/coverorgin.jpg?v=a0a48de4dc2378387e9f2eada4f60fa7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
