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Betrayed Bride, Ruthless Revenge
Billionaires The phone rang, shattering the silence of my bridal suite, just three days before my perfect wedding.
It was the police, delivering news that cleaved my world in two: my parents, David and Eleanor Miller, gone in a car accident.
My fiancé, Mark, couldn't have been quicker to cut ties, citing "bad luck" and the "business image."
I was shattered, left alone with the wreckage of my life, the ghost of my wedding dress, and a grief so profound it stole my breath.
Then Liam Reed, my childhood friend, appeared like an angel, holding me, comforting me, promising to never leave.
He was my rock, my savior, and when he proposed, I said yes, desperate for an anchor in my storm.
But that night, I overheard him on the phone, his voice cold and triumphant, confessing their "accident" was a meticulously planned murder, a twisted revenge orchestrated with his mistress, Chloe.
He planned to swap my parents' ashes at the funeral, then smear their remains on me as a "beauty treatment."
My world didn't just tilt; it imploded.
The naive, broken Ava Miller died that night, and from her ashes, something cold, hard, and utterly ruthless was born.
He thought I was his victim, his pawn.
He was wrong.
The game wasn't over; it had just begun, and this time, I was changing the rules. My Husband Stole My Life's Work
Modern My husband stole my life. He took my groundbreaking dessert concept, the one we were supposed to build an empire on, and left me with nothing but dust.
Then, he served me divorce papers through a stranger and plastered his new relationship with my intern, Celina, all over the internet.
They built a culinary empire on my stolen recipes, their sickeningly bright smiles a public declaration of my replacement.
I became a cautionary tale, the talented chef who couldn't keep her husband or her ideas safe. My reputation was shattered, and I was forced to disappear.
For six years, I rebuilt from the ashes, running my own small bakery, finding peace in my quiet, fiercely independent life.
I thought that chapter was closed.
But then they stormed into my shop, ready to destroy me all over again. They came to shatter my new life, but they made one critical mistake.
They had no idea who my new husband was. Unmasking My Cheating Wife
Modern My daughter Emily' s sobs were the only sound in the car. Her dream, a spot in a prestigious summer research program, had vanished, "reallocated due to unforeseen administrative changes."
But then, I saw the name on the payment authorization for the new candidate: Sarah Williams. My wife. The woman who was supposed to be at a spa retreat, who had hugged Emily that morning and told her how proud she was.
In that single, searing moment, everything clicked: Sarah' s secretive phone calls, vague explanations for large credit card bills, and suspicious insistence on a supplementary card with a higher limit. It wasn' t a spa retreat; it was a lavish affair, funded by my company, and she was trying to buy her lover' s daughter a spot in Emily' s program.
My blood ran cold. Betrayal wasn't a strong enough word. This was a demolition of my family, financed with my own money.
"MARK, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? ANSWER YOUR PHONE NOW!"
Her voice, usually gentle, was now sharp and accusatory. There was no shame, only entitlement. I realized this wasn't a mistake; it was a pattern. She saw my generosity as a weakness to be exploited.
"No," I said simply. "The cards are staying off." I looked at Kevin, the man who believed he held all the power. "You were saying something about winning? Let's see how long that feeling lasts." The Useful Fool: A Husband's Revenge
Romance The charity gala shimmered around me, but all I heard were hushed voices from behind a private lounge door. I was looking for Olivia, my wife of three years, the woman I believed was my true love.
"He actually believes it, you know," Olivia' s voice, smooth as silk, drifted through the gap. "Three years, and he still thinks my 'no intimacy' rule is some noble test of true love."
Then came a man's chuckle-Daniel Sterling, her adopted brother. "He's a useful fool, Liv," he said, his tone a mix of affection and contempt. "A perfect, respectable shield. Father got his business deal, and we got our time. Everyone's happy."
My world crumbled. Every shared smile, every kiss, every whispered promise - all lies. I was the useful fool, a meticulously crafted performance for an audience of one.
Shock rooted me. I couldn' t let them see me break. I backed away, each step a robotic act of will, leaving behind the poison they spoke.
Even as I called Mr. Sterling, Olivia' s powerful father, my voice was cold and empty. "The agreement is over. The one that made me your daughter' s husband. It' s finished. Tonight."
But Olivia' s mother, desperate to salvage the family name, revealed the dark truth: my marriage was a desperate attempt to break Olivia and Daniel' s "unhealthy" bond. I was just a pawn.
She proposed a final, insane test: a yacht trip, an "accident" where Daniel and I would fall overboard, and Olivia would have to choose. I agreed, desperate for a definitive truth.
On that boat, with the waves churning, Daniel shoved me. I surfaced, gasping, only to see Olivia frozen, then turning, swimming not to me, but to him. As the dark water pulled me under, her face, filled with belated horror, was the last thing I saw.
Ethan Hayes, the architect, was dead. But I survived, pulled from the sea by a stranger, Sophia, who taught me what real love was. I built a new life, a happy life, but Olivia' s obsessed ghost couldn't let me go.
I met her to end it, only to have Daniel appear, a bottle of acid in hand. He lunged for me, but Olivia, with a primal scream, threw herself in front of me, taking the caustic spray intended for me.
Her screams will haunt me forever. They destroyed each other, leaving me free. The Divorce That Freed His Heart
Romance The cryptic message flashed on my phone: coordinates and a chilling command – "Come get your father."
My heart hammered as I raced to a remote construction site, mud sucking at my boots.
But the man crumpled on the ground, twisted at an unnatural angle, wasn't my dad.
It was Emily's father, barely clinging to life, his face a bruised mess.
Then Emily called, her voice cold and devoid of concern. "An ambulance? Don't be ridiculous, Liam. Do you have any idea what kind of scandal that would cause? I have the quarterly review next week and a promotion on the line."
I stammered, "He's barely clinging to life!"
"Then it's inconvenient timing," she said, her voice like ice. "Just get him out of there."
I watched, frozen, as two burly men loaded her father onto a stretcher like a sack of debris, a piece of my own father's birdhouse, a gift tossed into the back of the van.
"His death is so inconvenient," Emily' s voice echoed in my head.
Back home, Emily and her friend Mark, her smirking business rival, accused my father of exploiting her, blaming him even for the birdhouse.
My mother's jewelry box, the last tangible link to her, was shattered by Mark, its contents spilled across the floor.
A cold, clear rage flooded me. I knew the truth, a truth they were desperately trying to bury.
"The man you had beaten and left to die," I roared, pointing at Emily. "The man whose body you had dumped like trash… was your father."
I had endured years of her father's criticism, her belittling, her financial exploitation.
But now, something had snapped. I met her gaze, a numb certainty settling in.
"I want a divorce." The Wedding Gift: His second Chance
Romance My life was supposed to be a picture of domestic bliss: a beautiful two-story home, a thriving medical career, and a fiancée, Olivia, I' d loved since childhood. I arrived home after a routine shift at the hospital, ready for a quiet evening.
Instead, I walked into a scene that shattered my world: Olivia, smiling, cozy on the couch with a strange man and his gleeful child, who was happily destroying my medical textbook. This wasn' t a misunderstanding; it was a brazen, public declaration of my replacement. When I confronted her, she dismissed me, choosing this stranger-who claimed he saved her life-over me.
The betrayal escalated rapidly. They moved into our home, driving me to the guest room. The man's son maliciously destroyed my most treasured possession: a portrait of my deceased parents. When I protested, Olivia didn' t hesitate to side with them, accusing me of violence and painting me as unstable to justify her choices. The shame and humiliation were an open wound, the emotional neglect of months now a brutal, undeniable rejection.
How could she turn on me so completely, so easily? How could someone I' d known my entire life discard me for a lie, for a manufactured crisis? Why was I, the one who had literally saved her, now deemed a danger in my own home? The world I knew crumbled, leaving me adrift.
Then, in a moment of pure desperation, after being publicly humiliated and cast out, I remembered a desperate impulse from earlier that day: I had impulsively married a stranger, Sarah, out of a raw, desperate act of self-prespreservation. I sent her a text, asking if her offer for a place to stay still stood. Little did I know, this impulsive act would lead me to true salvation. The Billionaire's Broken Wife Walks Away
Billionaires For ten years, I lived a lie. I was Jocelyn Anderson, wife of hotel heir Ethan Lester, living a gilded life everyone envied, but truly, I was a ghost in a cage, bound by a desperate contract to save my foster sister, Sylvia. Every public humiliation, every tabloid photo of Ethan with another woman, I endured for her.
Then, at one of Ethan' s lavish yacht parties, I found him, laughing, openly caressing the woman by his side. It wasn't a stranger this time; it was Sylvia. My sister, the very reason for my decade of sacrifice, looking up at him with adoration as he introduced her, loud enough for everyone to hear, as "my wife's best friend."
The world around me blurred as their cruel laughter echoed. My husband and my sister, the two people I had given everything for, had publicly betrayed me in the most devastating way imaginable. I stood there, watching Sylvia flinch but not pull away, a mix of guilt and defiance in her eyes. The pain was so sharp, so absolute, it felt liberating.
How could the one person I had literally given my life for, the one person who knew the truth of my unbearable existence, turn around and stab me in the back like this? How blind had I been to not see the rot underneath the surface of my entire world?
But in that shattering moment, when everything I had built crumbled to dust, a cold, quiet resolve solidified. My mask of indifference fell away. I looked Ethan straight in the eye and said, for the first time in ten years, "Ethan, let's get a divorce." Fall of the Texas Kingdom
Billionaires Ellie Vance stood on the edge of the manicured lawn, an outsider in the sprawling Texas kingdom of the Harrison family.
Her adoptive mother, Maria Sanchez, had been the trusted fixer for the patriarch, Charles Harrison Sr.
But now Maria was gone, her absence a gaping hole, lost to a suspicious "accident" shrouded in unspoken truths.
Whispers hinted at Brenda Harrison, the patriarch's ruthless second wife, orchestrating Maria' s demise.
Ellie, stripped of Maria' s protection, was now simply "Ellie," an insignificant shadow dismissed by the Harrison heiresses.
They openly mocked her quietness, always mistaking her keen observation for dullness, pushing her further to the fringes.
Brenda' s calculated triumph, aimed at erasing Maria' s influence, seemed complete and unchallenged.
How could a girl, still reeling from the devastating loss of her only family, confront a powerful dynasty that saw her as nothing?
How could she, lacking their "Harrison touch" for business or their ruthlessness, find justice when everyone dismissed the uncomfortable truth about Maria's death?
What hidden secrets lay beneath the surface of this seemingly unshakeable empire?
Beneath Ellie' s unassuming facade, however, burned a cold, calculated fury fueled by grief and a promise.
Armed with Maria' s forgotten network and her own meticulous planning, Ellie would now pose as a quiet "intuition advisor" to systematically unravel the Harrison legacy.
She would expose their corruption, destroy their power, and ensure that Maria' s memory was not just avenged, but redefined. The SATs and the Scapegoat
Young Adult My world revolved around Ethan.
I helped him with everything: applications, essays, test prep - pouring my all into his Harvard dreams.
Then, strange, white "pop-up comments" started appearing in my vision, framing my life like a game, and labeling me the "main girl" in his story.
Suddenly, Ethan was obsessed with Chloe, a high school junior, talking about dropping out of Harvard for her.
He kept asking me to do things for Chloe, demanding exclusive SAT materials and "brain-food" smoothies, even blaming me when she struggled.
I heard him tell his mom he'd "ace these SATs" and get back into Harvard, bringing Chloe too, as if I was just a tool in his grand plan.
He was throwing away everything we built, all for a girl who publicly dismissed me as his "old girlfriend" from a "state school."
When he brazenly texted me to make new advanced math questions for Chloe, saying it was "my fault for not helping her more," a cold rage settled in.
My efforts, my sacrifices, my very identity, felt completely erased, all for his selfish pursuit of someone else.
The final straw came when he went missing after his SATs, only to emerge, drunk, blaming me for breaking up with him right before his big exam.
He wanted me to fix his life, to appeal his scores, even after he' d emotionally exploited me for years.
But then I met Alex, a kind, understanding presence who actually listened and cherished me.
I blocked Ethan, choosing to write my own story.
This time, my life was the main event. The Dying Wife's Last Revenge
Modern My doctor' s words echoed: rare, aggressive cancer.
My husband, Mark, squeezed my hand, his politician's smile unconvincing.
Then came the sliver of hope: an exclusive experimental program.
But my sympathetic specialist, Dr. Ramirez, also mentioned my adopted sister, Jessica, suffering from a "severe, debilitating" flu aftermath.
Mark, backed by my parents, didn't hesitate.
They deemed frail Jessica more deserving of the treatment, claiming I was "strong."
I watched as my only chance was handed over to her.
It wasn't enough.
Soon, Mark asked for a divorce to marry Jessica, citing her "stability" and "Leo' s future."
My life' s work, my beloved bakery chain, signed over.
My son, Leo, began calling Jessica "Mom."
Even as my body screamed warnings – nosebleeds, fainting – they dismissed them, telling me to stop being "dramatic" and "upsetting Jessica."
How could they be so utterly blind?
So consumed by their self-serving narratives, so deaf to my silent screams?
I was dying, yet they only saw a "strong" woman who needed to be "sensible" and give everything away.
But then, Dr. Ramirez slipped me an unmarked vial: an experimental analgesic, three days of perfect health before a painful end.
Three days to look fine, feel normal.
Three days for my ultimate plan.
My revenge would be served cold, from beyond the grave. Demoted by a Whisper
Romance I was Ace.
Prez's Road Captain.
His enforcer.
His right hand in the Desert Vipers MC.
For ten years, my loyalty was absolute, my fight fierce, my place by his side unquestioned.
Then Izzy rolled in on the back of his Harley.
Small, innocent, everything I wasn't.
And suddenly, my world shifted.
Her shy smiles and polished words began to poison everything.
I, who'd bled for this club, for him, was suddenly "too rough around the edges."
Demoted from his bed, then from my position, replaced by a delicate painting and a whispered lie.
The ultimate betrayal came when he believed her planted evidence, not years of shared blood.
Left for dead, shot and bleeding in the Sonoran desert, by the man who'd once called me his "North Star."
How could loyalty so absolute be shattered so effortlessly?
How could a lifetime of sacrifice be erased by a week of deceit?
The pain was a living thing, but the rage was a hotter fire than the desert sun.
Discarded.
Framed.
Executed by the very man who swore to protect me.
But I wouldn't die.
Not for them.
Not like this.
And as the coyotes howled, a new path began, one forged in betrayal, leading to a reckoning I never saw coming. You might like
Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle
Natala O'neal To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle — the most formidable man Kevin fears.
After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms.
"You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive.
Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street — elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it.
When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her?
All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss.
When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply.
“Call her Aunt.” I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. Craving for My Tyrant Husband
Cosme Seidel I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend.
On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card.
He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls.
I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him.
My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!"
But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly.
Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go.
Not for the money, but to ask him to his face-
Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me? The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband
Xiao Wang The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business.
I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar.
They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream.
When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything.
I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse?
But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter.
"If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance." No More Your Scorned Wife: The Medical Empress Returns
Ela Osaretin "Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything."
For four years, I was Damian Wright's 'invisible wife'.
While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the 'Gifted Doctor's' time.
He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree.
"Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free."
The submissive Amelia is dead.
The legendary 'Ghost Surgeon'? That's me.
The blindfolded racing queen 'Raven'? Also me.
The shadow behind the global intelligence network V-Null? Still me.
I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan-the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants-blocked my path.
When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees.
"They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."
Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
Divorced By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife
Daisy-kim "Wasn't I good in bed? Didn't I spoil you enough? What the hell did those fuckers give you that I couldn't?" My husband, Dean, yells at me for the very first time, gripping my hand and when I look into his eyes, I see how much he's hurting, how much he believed all the lies, how much he's not willing to listen.
"I'd never do that to you, Dean. I love you, please believe me," tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with him.
"You're meant for the streets Bella, and that's where you'd always be,"
And just like that my once perfect marriage hits the rock edge in a twinkle of an eye.
A stripper, an exotic dancer but none of that mattered to Dean, he promised to love me and he kept to his words, not until this day.
And even worse, he used my past against me, something he swore never to do..
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Ethan Fernandez, is a notorious casanova and unlike his friend, he never commits to any woman until his path crosses with Ivy, the formidable lawyer and the last person that gives a fuck about men and their shenanigans.
Now, the player becomes the played as his life takes an unexpected turn with the walking temptation that lurks in the form of Ivy Reynolds.
Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now
Krystal Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises-shattered in one gunshot moment.
Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia-while Aria was left bleeding and invisible.
"You almost died!"
"And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing."
Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move-marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective-and he plays for keeps.
Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give. Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning.
Will she finally become someone's first choice-or lose herself trying? SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes
Annypen Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
Sexy Behind The Mask
Ellie Wynters She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you." 
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