A Wife's Ultimate Retribution

Midas Protocol: Seducing My Rival's Wife

I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers. Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his. "Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage. I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions. I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me? Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.

The Monster He Made, The Woman She Became

My engagement party was supposed to be the start of my perfect life with Michael. Then, his "adopted sister" Tiffany showed up, flashing a hickey and claiming Michael needed her to help us conceive a son on our wedding night. My world shattered as Michael watched, a faint, unreadable smile on his face, openly enjoying my humiliation. The next day, Michael brutally murdered my dear younger brother, Ethan, right in front of me to make me apologize to Tiffany. He even took away my parents' life-saving medical funding, forcing me to plan our wedding while they suffered. I endured his and Tiffany' s twisted games, their constant physical and emotional torment, all to protect the last people I had left. They told me I was adopted, that I was worthless, that my family meant nothing compared to Tiffany' s happiness. Every lash of his whip was a cold reminder that my life was a game to them, a test for Michael to prove his loyalty to his grandfather. But as I lay bleeding, defeated, a new feeling rose within me: a burning desire for revenge. I survived, found help, and then I fought back. I leaked the horrifying videos and audio of their cruelty to the world, destroying their perfect facade and Michael' s empire. But that was just the beginning. Michael' s furious retaliation against Tiffany, his desperate attempts to win me back even after his parents died and he was blinded, only fueled my fire. His self-destruction was meaningless to me now. I wanted him to understand that some lines, once crossed, can never be uncrossed. My name is Olivia Reynolds, and this is the story of how I took everything back, piece by agonizing piece.

Stolen Life, Stolen Love

The first thing I noticed was the jarring yellow light, not the soft city gray I expected, and a small boy playing on my bedroom floor. He looked at me with wide, innocent eyes and smiled, saying, "Mommy, you're awake!" My heart hammered. Then my husband, Mark, walked in, followed by my parents, casually talking about "our son, Leo," as if this wasn't an impossible nightmare. They presented a birth certificate, DNA test, and even hospital footage, all with my name, proving I was Leo' s mother, claiming my successful career was a delusion caused by mental illness. They drugged me, gaslit me, and painted me as the unstable one, making me doubt my entire memory and sanity. How could my own body, my own family, betray me so completely? Was I truly losing my mind? Just as I surrendered to this crushing reality, a woman identical to me, my long-lost twin sister Ashley, appeared, triggering a chilling revelation: the lie was real, but it wasn't mine-it was hers. This child, this life, belonged to Ashley, while Mark and my parents had conspired to steal my identity and sanity. I had to play their game, pretending to accept my "illness," to reclaim my life and unmask their monstrous deception.

No Longer His Doll

I loved Michael so fully, a quiet burning devotion for my youth pastor, believing he was my soulmate. Then he left me for his "true love." In a fit of desperate jealousy, I hired men to just `scare` him, but it went horribly wrong. He suffered a head injury, waking with amnesia, claiming I was the only woman he remembered, the only one he loved. Guilt gnawed at me, but I clung to his twisted miracle, marrying him fast. My mother warned me, her voice weak but firm: "Sarah, this isn't right." I dismissed her, blinded by supposed love. Months later, in an isolated cabin during brutal childbirth, I heard Michael' s voice, cold and ruthless. He confessed his amnesia was a lie, a scheme with my stepsister, Jessica, his true love. They planned to steal my baby and force me into degradation. My baby girl was murdered by him, yet I was forced to breastfeed Jessica' s child, a constant, sickening humiliation. My mother' s warnings echoed, a devastating realization setting in: I was just a pawn, a "milk machine." But when Jessica cruelly revealed my own child had been slowly poisoned, something in me snapped. Broken, but not defeated, Mama V – an old friend of my late mother – recognized me when Michael dumped me at a decrepit city club, fully intending to sell me into a life I couldn't bear. She offered me a choice: sing for my life, or be swallowed by despair. I chose to sing. And I chose to live.

Five Years of Lies: A Wife's Escape

My five-year marriage to Logan was a twisted cycle: he' d orchestrate "final" breakups, always expecting me to beg him back. I always did. Our tenth "final" split began over spilled coffee. But this time, I found his unlocked laptop and "The Ava Project" – a chilling journal where he meticulously documented his sadistic pleasure in my tears, his calculated cruelty, and how he used his mistress, Chloe, as a weapon. He was a monster. He publicly paraded Chloe with my heirloom locket, then ignored my injury from a falling chandelier. He moved Chloe into our home, framed me for poisoning her, and force-fed me migraine-inducing wine. Worst of all, he actively helped Chloe steal my culinary dream, crushing my scholarship. He genuinely relished my anguish, believing my submission fed his warped need for control. My love was his perverse entertainment, my loyalty exploited. The horrific realization clicked: my suffering was his ultimate pleasure, and he was deliberately destroying me. But no more. Feigning surrender, I secretly secured a new culinary scholarship in New Orleans. Despite his escalating torment, I finally escaped his clutches. Now, thriving and free, Logan believes he can reclaim his "broken doll." He has no idea his cruel games ultimately forged a phoenix.

Enticing Fancy: Genius CEO's Bride

Henry‘s father and brother died the same year he was born. The family matriarch was devastated, so she went to a fortune teller to seek for help. They found out that in order to get rid of the ill omen brought to his family, he needed to wed someone who had a hard life like him. According to the clairvoyant, he should marry Kelley, a sole survivor of a devastating earthquake from a few years back. However, Henry was already engaged to another woman. How could he ever marry a stranger and leave the woman he loved?

His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius

Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."

When Love Is A Lie

Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"

The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"

Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband

"You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. "She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don't want that! What should I do?"

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

THE BROKEN LUNA: MATED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA

Aria Thorne was born into a pack that treated her like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken." Her only chance at escape? A forced marriage to a fallen Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh. Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he's a shadow, crippled and discarded by the very pack he once led and bled for. Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha forced him to wed a StillBlood. She was nothing more than one more curse. However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha. Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?