Asher Wolfe
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Asher Wolfe's Books and Stories
First Lady Out, Your Majesty In
Modern For three years, Allison played the perfect First Lady in a marriage that never gave her love back.
Nolan handed her divorce papers, sneering at her background while his mother mocked her as barren and his pregnant mistress claimed her place. So Allison walked away.
On the very day she left him, the royal family reclaimed her as their lost princess.
Crown, fortune, power, three terrifying brothers, and a handpicked royal consort now stood at her side.
Her eldest brother-the world's most feared arms dealer-pushed a black card across the table. "Go on. Spend whatever you like."
Her second brother-the genius doctor-twirled a scalpel between his fingers. "Tell me, sis. How many cuts do the ones who hurt you deserve?"
Her third brother-a global martial arts superstar-stormed into her ex-husband's lair. "Who made my sister cry? Time to face the music."
When her regretful ex begged for another chance, Allison only smiled.
It was too late. She was no longer his wife. She was his worst mistake. Rising From Ashes: The Jilted Ex-Wife
Modern Claire's illegitimate sister walked into her private penthouse bedroom and tossed a six-week ultrasound onto her open suitcase.
The child belonged to Claire's Wall Street billionaire husband, Alexander.
Before Claire could even process the betrayal, Everlee clamped her nails into Claire's wrist, threw herself backward down the marble staircase, and screamed in a pool of blood.
"It was her... She was jealous of my baby. She pushed me..."
The consequences of the staged miscarriage were swift and ruthless.
At the hospital, her mother-in-law slapped Claire across the face, shoving her so hard she hit her head and passed out.
When Claire woke up in a cramped, peeling general ward, Alexander was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, he sent four corporate lawyers with a brutal divorce agreement, invoking a fault-based penalty that wiped her marital trust to zero and froze all her accounts.
He left strict instructions that he never wanted to see her face again, as he was busy comforting Everlee in the luxury VIP suite.
Touching her flat stomach beneath the thin hospital blanket, Claire swallowed her bitter despair.
Nobody knew a tiny life had just begun growing right there.
To protect her secret baby from becoming a pawn in a ruthless family, she signed the papers, ripped out her IV, and walked into the freezing Manhattan rain without taking a single cent.
Three years later, Claire returned to Fifth Avenue not as a weak ex-wife, but as the untouchable executive assistant to a rival billionaire empire.
When Alexander tried to use his power to humiliate her at a charity gala, he had no idea she was no longer the idiot they could walk all over.
This time, she would make every single one of them pay back what they owed in blood. The Alpha King's Contract Mark: Bound by a Forbidden Desire
Werewolf They stripped me of my dignity, my family, and my inner wolf. On the night my fated mate publicly rejected me for being a "useless Wolfless liability," I fled into the Forbidden Forest to die.
Instead, I fell straight into the merciless arms of Cyrus Sinclair-the feared Lycan King of the Blood Moon Pack.
He branded my neck with his dark bite and chained me to his side as a personal attendant. To him, I was a dangerous puzzle, a potential spy whose mysterious presence could miraculously soothe the agonizing silver poison burning in his veins.
To me, he was a cold, arrogant tyrant who backed me into corners, forced my body to tremble under his scorching touch, and demanded absolute submission.
"You want my blood? You got it." I bit my own lip until it bled, staring into his golden eyes without flinching.
Neither of us expected the horrific truth: my "Wolfless" weakness was a lie-a deadly suppressant forced upon me since childhood to seal away an ancient, pure bloodline.
As I drink the agonizing antidote to awaken my suppressed wolf, the intense detox triggers my very first Heat. Desperate and feverish, I crawl into his arms, begging for the only touch that can save me.
He resists claiming my body by force, vowing instead to possess my heart, my mind, and my soul willingly. Now, bound by a dangerous alliance of blood, vengeance, and uncontrollable craving, we play a lethal game.
He thinks I am his prisoner-until he realizes he is the one entirely consumed by my trap. Bargained Hearts: When Mr. Coldhearted Turns Hopeless Romantic
Modern For three years, she was the gentle, obedient wife to a man whose heart never thawed.
Their marriage was a lopsided bargain, sealed by her brother's injury.
Millie clung to hope that her devotion would win him over, only to discover someone else already held his heart.
On their anniversary, she waited alone in the freezing mountains, while he celebrated with another woman.
Without complaint, she packed up and signed the divorce papers.
Everyone believed Darren never loved her, so divorce was certain.
But time passed, and instead, he pleaded, "Sweetheart, can we not get divorced?" Trading A Fake Marriage For A Real Vow
Modern Bryson once gave Helena his whole heart, yet betrayal followed when he wed another.
He claimed her absence forced his hand, insisting the other woman was only a substitute.
Helena refused to accept this false marriage or any more of his excuses.
She gathered evidence, secured much of his fortune through court, then stunned everyone by marrying Bryson's own brother.
Rumors whispered that Callum longed for someone out of reach, until one day, he posted a picture of intertwined hands, bands matching.
On a trip, he introduced Helena as his beloved wife.
When Helena wasn't around, one of his friends asked, "What about the girl you've loved for so many years?"
Callum's gaze fell upon Helena's silhouette. "She stands right beside me." You might like
His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius
Qing Cheng I flew back to New York on my twenty-fifth birthday, carrying vintage gold cufflinks I spent weeks finding for my billionaire husband, Declan.
But when I walked into our townhouse, I found him throwing a massive victory party with Sloane, a glamorous socialite, standing by his side as the proud hostess.
"Don't cause a scene. Go upstairs."
Declan coldly dismissed me in front of his guests.
Even Poppy, the rookie player whose shattered ankle I had painstakingly rebuilt, rolled her eyes and ignored me to suck up to Sloane.
Hiding in the shadows, I heard the maids gossiping that everyone thought Sloane was the future Mrs. Hartford.
To make matters worse, I discovered Sloane had stolen my anonymous, groundbreaking medical algorithm and was planning to present it as her own.
First my husband, then the girl I mentored like family, and now the scientific foundation I had built with my own hands.
Declan even texted me to cancel our birthday breakfast without a single apology, treating me like an annoying afterthought.
My tears vanished, replaced by a freezing clarity.
I signed the divorce papers, leaving them on his desk with zero demands for his money.
Then I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Boston, and prepared to destroy them on the global stage. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress
Lucy Cartwright For eighteen years, I was the Tucker family's adopted punching bag, while their biological daughter, Jessica, was treated like royalty.
The moment I graduated college, they kicked me out. Brenda Tucker sneered, calling me a jinx who was bankrupting their company.
But I knew the truth. They were erasing me to ensure I wouldn't ruin Jessica's chances of seducing Beckett Sinclair, a billionaire hockey heir, at an upcoming high-society banquet.
She threw a fifty-thousand-dollar check at my feet like I was a beggar, ordering me to never claim I knew them.
My adoptive father, who had ruined his own company with terrible investments, actually grabbed my arm and demanded I beg the Sinclairs for a bailout on my way out.
When I refused, they cursed me, screaming that I was destined to rot in some backwater town forever.
I walked into the cold New York night with my two scuffed suitcases, feeling completely hollow. I thought I was just a discarded orphan, thrown away by the only family I had ever known.
But then, an older man pulled up to the corner. He handed me a faded photograph of a woman who looked exactly like me.
"Miss Chloe, I am here to take you home."
That was how I found out I wasn't an abandoned orphan. I was maliciously switched at birth, and my real parents-the billionaire owners of the New York Monarchs-had been searching for me for twenty-two years. Awakening My Vicious Underground Biker Husband
Kinship For twenty years, I was kept in a gilded cage as the Daugherty family's most valuable political bargaining chip.
But on the day of my arranged marriage, my corrupt father gave my fiancé to my cruel younger sister, Brinley. Instead, I was shipped off to the badlands to marry Erik "Grim" Marshall, the brutal President of an outlaw biker club, who was reportedly paralyzed and dying from a shattered spine.
Brinley flaunted her designer wedding gown in my face, boasting about how she stole my life and ordered bulldozers to destroy my late mother's rose garden.
"Get in the car and crawl off to that biker compound to die."
My father coldly threw me to the wolves to save his own skin. When I arrived at the heavily guarded biker compound, the gang members treated me like disposable trash. They tried to extort my dowry and locked me in a dark, rotting quarantine basement to wait for my new husband to die.
They all thought I was just a weak, discarded princess, meant to spend my miserable life cleaning bedpans for a crippled warlord before being torn apart by his violent gang.
What they didn't know was that I was a lethal combat surgeon and toxicologist.
Before I left, I planted a specialized neurotoxin in Brinley's dress that would turn her wedding night into a humiliating, public bloodbath. And as I looked down at the "dying" biker king on the steel table, I pulled out my scalpel. I wasn't here to rot in the dirt; I was going to cure this monster and use him to carve out an empire of my own. Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle
Gu Mumu "I'm badly injured. Get over here right now!"
Fresh off a grueling twelve-hour open-heart surgery, I received a frantic call from my boyfriend, Derik. Without even changing my scrubs, I rushed through Boston's freezing autumn rain to the bar.
But the moment I pushed open the VIP room door, my blood ran completely cold.
Derik was sitting perfectly unharmed on the sofa, with a scantily clad, third-rate model straddling his lap.
Seeing me soaked to the bone and looking like a mess, the model didn't get off him. Instead, she leaned into his chest with fake innocence: "Sorry to bother you, sis. I just twisted my ankle, but Derik was so worried he insisted a top doctor like you come take a look."
The cold rain dripped from my hair. Swallowing the sharp pain in my chest, my voice trembled: "I'm a cardiothoracic surgeon. I can't treat an ankle."
"If you can't even look at a twisted ankle, what use are you?" Derik interrupted impatiently, looking at me like I was a cheap object. "Don't forget, my family funded your medical degree. You're nothing but a free maid we took in out of charity! As long as you behave, I might still let you keep the title of my girlfriend."
In that instant, my four years of walking on eggshells and compromising felt like a massive joke.
Instead of crying and begging like he expected, I looked at him coldly. "You're right, I can't treat it. So I'm officially giving up the position of your girlfriend to her."
Leaving Derik staring in shock, I turned around, walked out of the room, and rushed straight into a restroom stall.
Just as I was about to let out a sob, the door was violently kicked open. A towering, blood-soaked man forced his way in, pinning me hard against the wall. The overwhelming scent of fresh blood and dangerous masculinity instantly enveloped me. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to live."
Hearing the assassins' footsteps approaching outside, my doctor's instinct kicked in. I yanked his belt loose, grabbed his collar, and kissed him fiercely.
I thought I had just saved a stranger, until a few days later when Derik's grandmother suffered a severe heart attack. Her life was hanging by a thread, and the surgery required the signature of the family's ultimate patriarch.
Outside the ER, Derik arrogantly showed up with his arms around that model. "She's already carrying my child! Once my grandmother wakes up, I'm kicking you out of this hospital!" he yelled at me.
Suddenly, the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop below freezing. Flanked by two rows of bodyguards, a terrifyingly powerful man strode out.
Derik, who was acting so high and mighty a second ago, instantly turned pale. He shrank like a frightened mouse, trembling as he bowed his head: "U-Uncle..."
My mind completely short-circuited, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs.
The dangerously lethal man I had fiercely kissed and stripped to bandage in that dirty restroom late that night... was actually Derik's most feared and revered billionaire uncle?! The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Zillionaire's Darling: My Spectacular Life After Divorce
Kael Ashmere For three years, Emma hid her brilliance and endured a loveless marriage, hoping Austin would eventually love her.
Then she risked her life rescuing a pregnant woman from a fire, only to discover she'd saved his mistress.
Heartbroken, Emma signed the divorce papers, blocked his number, and returned to the career she'd abandoned.
Austin dismissed her departure as a tantrum, certain she'd come back.
Instead, he found her at a tycoon's wedding, radiant in her bridal gown and cherished by another man.
As he fell to his knees in regret, Emma didn't even spare him a glance. 
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