His Wife, Her Lover, Their Daughter

The Price Of Their Cruel Deceit

Three years after my fiancé, Kaden, left me at the altar, he crashed back into my life. He found me pregnant, living in the grand mansion he still believed was his birthright. He wasn't alone. My ex-best friend, Chelsey, stood beside him, her eyes scanning the home with pure greed. They cornered me, their faces twisted with rage, demanding to know who the father of my "bastard" child was. When I refused to answer their insane accusations, their questions turned to violence. They slapped me, shoved shards of broken glass into my mouth, and pinned me to the floor. Chelsey smiled as she drove her stiletto heel into my stomach. Then Kaden delivered a final, brutal kick. In that horrifying instant, I felt the tiny, fluttering life inside me go still. They had murdered my son. They laughed when I sobbed that the baby belonged to Kaden's older brother, Angus. "Everyone knows he's sterile," Kaden sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "The car accident ten years ago made sure of that." They were so blinded by a decade-old rumor they refused to believe the impossible truth. But just as they threw my broken body into the pool to drown, a car smashed through the estate gates. It was Angus. And they were about to learn the devastating truth: he wasn't just the baby's father. He was my husband.

Beyond the Fire: A Wife's Ultimatum

They said our story was for the ages. Olivia and Ethan, childhood sweethearts who built an empire, Miller-Reed Tech, from nothing. Our marriage was supposed to be the final, perfect brick in our carefully constructed life. Then, a week before our wedding, Ethan confessed to an affair with an intern, Chloe, dismissing it as a "mistake." I buried the pain, believing our love was strong enough to mend any crack. Three years later, during a fire at our company, I saved Ethan from a falling beam, only to be crushed myself. He, however, ran past me, bleeding and pinned, to comfort Chloe who had only twisted her ankle. Later, in the hospital, he didn' t know I was near death, while diverting top medical teams for Chloe' s minor injury. The betrayal escalated when Chloe brazenly visited my hospital bed. She flaunted Ethan' s devotion, admitted to setting the fire herself to make him a "hero," and then dropped the bombshell: she was pregnant with Ethan's child. She mocked my "cold bed," stating I was merely a "business partner," not a wife. When Ethan finally confronted me, he saw my horrific injuries. But instead of remorse, he rationalized his neglect, claiming I was "too strong" to need him, unlike "fragile" Chloe. He begged for forgiveness, but when Chloe re-entered, attacking me, he shielded her, blaming me for "upsetting" her. The ultimate choice was clear. With cold resolve, I gave Ethan an ultimatum: sign an uncontested divorce for half the company, or face an arson investigation against Chloe and a complicity charge against him. The clock was ticking.

When Home Becomes A Nightmare

My daughter, Lily, was just one month old when I hired Ms. Jenkins, a live-in nanny. As CEO of my own tech startup, I needed help, and she came highly recommended. But from the moment she arrived, she started subtly undermining me. She criticized my career, told me "a mother's place is with her child," and openly suggested her daughter would be a better wife for my husband, Mark. I tried to set boundaries, but her manipulative behavior escalated, culminating in her attempting to "ward off evil spirits" by shaking my baby with a pair of sharp scissors. I immediately fired her. But then, Ms. Jenkins put on a masterful show of emotional blackmail, pleading with Mark that she had nowhere to go. Mark, ever the soft touch, sided with her, portraying me as heartless for wanting rid of a woman who had just endangered our child. He guilttripped me, leveraging my privileged background against his own humble roots, twisting my compassion into a weakness. Trapped, and to my eternal regret, I gave her one more week. I hadn't solved a problem; I had merely delayed a disaster. Two weeks later, returning home from a postpartum recovery center, I found the locks changed. My house was in chaos, occupied by Ms. Jenkins, her "perfect homemaker" daughter Tiffany, Tiffany's destructive son, and Mark' s abrasive mother. They had trashed my home, stolen my valuables, and were arrogantly claiming it was their house, that Mark owned everything. Then, Brenda, Mark' s mother, handed me divorce papers signed by Mark, declaring he wanted me out with nothing. My home invaded, my property plundered, my daughter threatened, and my marriage betrayed-I was stripped of everything. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, conspire to leave me completely destitute? Fueled by a cold, protective rage for my daughter, I activated the hidden cameras, sending an emergency text to my father. I signed the divorce papers, a silent promise of the battle to come. This wasn't over; it was just beginning.

When Revenge Kills, Love Prevails

My crystal glass felt cold, a stark contrast to the stifling ballroom where hundreds of people laughed around me. Then I saw her, Scarlett Hayes, the city' s richest heiress, moving directly towards me, her cruel smile widening. She publicly humiliated me, reminding everyone how her family funded my mother' s medical bills and my education. She' d always made it clear what I was: her servant, her puppet. I was nothing more than a stand-in, a substitute for Liam, her obsessed-over step-brother. The constant abuse, the public shaming – it was all her game. But then my phone rang. It was the hospital. "Mr. Miller?" a nurse' s voice said, urgent. "It' s your mother." A cold dread washed over me. I raced to the hospital, but it was too late. My mother was gone. The payment for her emergency medication had been canceled, that very afternoon. By Scarlett. She had done this. Her petty revenge had cost my mother her life. The grief was a physical blow, but beneath it, something else simmered. The deal was broken. I had nothing left to lose. I walked back to her mansion, left her key and her credit card on the table. "My mother is dead," I said, my voice flat. "Well, that' s not my problem," she retorted. "No," I said, looking her directly in the eye for the first time without fear. "It' s not. Not anymore." I turned and walked out, leaving my life as her puppet behind. For the first time in a year, I felt like I could breathe. I was free. Or so I thought.

My Family, My Betrayal

The heavy iron gate groaned shut, a sound I knew too well after five years inside. I stood there, a single duffel bag holding all that was left of my old life, traded my prison gray for ill-fitting civilian clothes. Then a sleek black car pulled up, and Maestro Chen, the man who saw something in my prison-yard music, told me we were going home-my old home. But "home" had already moved on, without me. Liam Carter, a man with my face, had stolen everything: my fiancée Olivia, my family' s love, even my dog Apollo. My family-my parents, Robert and Sarah, and my sister Emily-they didn' t just embrace him, they erased me, the painful reminder of a tragedy they preferred to forget. They even cheered as Liam, the imposter who now wore my own sweater, feigned a heart attack to steal their sympathy, completely overshadowing my unwelcome return. The word "family" turned to ash on my tongue as I realized I was nothing more than a ghost in my own house, a forgotten inconvenience. I was a punchline to a cruel joke, a fugitive framed for arson by the very imposter my family rallied to protect. They chose the lie, leaving me to burn, and then branded me a violent, unstable criminal to the world. Completely alone, disowned, and hunted, I was staring into an abyss of betrayal I hadn't imagined possible. But as I looked at the embers of my destroyed past, a cold certainty ignited: I wouldn't just disappear; I would rise. I became Lloyd, severing every last tie, not merely to escape, but to orchestrate a crescendo of truth-a final, devastating performance to reclaim my name and expose the monsters they truly were.

His Recipe, Their Ruin

The roar of the crowd was deafening, chanting the name of our brewery, "Chadwick Ales!" We' d just won the biggest award in the country for my beer, a recipe I' d perfected, a dream my wife Nicole and I built from the ground up. I was about to go on stage to accept our gold medal. But Nicole, my wife and CEO, stepped directly in front of me, blocking my path, and pulled her brand manager, Wesley, into the spotlight instead. He, the smooth-talking influencer who knew more about hashtags than hops, wrapped an intimate, possessive arm around her waist as cameras flashed, capturing them accepting my award. Afterward, Nicole flatly announced I was being forced into a "sabbatical" due to "rumors" about her and Wesley, claiming it was for my own good. Wesley, smirking, handed me a box containing my personal effects, including my precious recipe notebooks - the soul of our brewery. My heart didn' t just ache; it was a heavy, cold stone in my gut. The betrayal was so complete, so cold, I was left with only a quiet, resolute clarity. Then I went home to find Nicole and Wesley throwing a party in our house, celebrating their victory. It was all a game, she whispered, trying to placate me. But I was done playing. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the divorce papers I' d had drawn up weeks ago. I just needed a reason to sign them. And she had given it to me, cold and clear.

Rebirth of the Broken Luna: A Second Chance at Luna's Heart

Luna has tried her best to make her forced marriage to Xen work for the sake of their child. But with Riley and Sophia- Xen's ex-girlfriend and her son in the picture. She fights a losing battle. Ollie, Xen's son is neglected by his father for a very long time and he is also suffering from a mysterious sickness that's draining his life force. When his last wish to have his dad come to his 5th birthday party is dashed by his failure to show up, Ollie dies in an accident after seeing his father celebrate Riley's birthday with Sophia and it's displayed on the big advertising boards that fill the city. Ollie dies and Luna follows after, unable to bear the grief, dying in her mate's hands cursing him and begging for a second chance to save her son. Luna gets the opportunity and is woken up in the past, exactly one year to the day Sophia and Riley show up. But this time around, Luna is willing to get rid of everyone and anyone even her mate if he steps in her way to save her son.

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."

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it's another business document. Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine. The only rule? Don't fall in love. I broke it. He didn't. So I'm cashing out. Thirty days from now, I'm gone. But now he's noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me. He says he'll never let me go. But he has no idea I'm already halfway out the door. How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes

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.