7991 Book(s) Related to the ex husband

Three years ago, when James's company faced bankruptcy, Anna sacrificed her inheritance to help him raise funds and fled abroad—only to be misunderstood as a betrayer. James grew to despise her.
Three years later, pressured by her family to marry for her mother's medical bills, Anna was bought by James for a hundred million dollars.
Consumed by hatred and obsession, James kept her captive, tormenting her one moment and tenderly caring for her the next.
Anna believed he would eventually let her go, but James had no intention of ever releasing her.
When the truth finally came to light, James transformed from a wife-tormenting tyrant into a wife-spoiling fanatic.
Anna: "James, where's that domineering CEO? Could you at least act a little dignified?"
James wrapped himself around her: "I'm not a CEO. I'm your husband."
Anna laughed helplessly, stroking his head. Fine—she'd spoil him then.

Curfew night. Storm-black sky. My werewolf husband racing his red fox mistress through the no-fly zone like it's a goddamn game.

Ivy's wasted, craving adrenaline. She banks hard into my son's flight path.

Impact. Explosion. Metal rain.

Silas cradles his sobbing side piece while my boy's helicopter spirals into hell:

"Easy, sweetheart. You're breathing, that's what counts. Little punk got himself killed being stupid—not our problem."

Hours later, after they've hosed the wreckage off the runway:

"Roxanne? Your mother and son are ash. Come identify the remains."

I'm ready to burn the world down when my phone lights up:

Mom! Me and Grandma are at the underground fights. Holy shit, what exploded out there? Some poor bastard just got roasted!

They never flew.

So whose charred corpses are cooling in the morgue?

My malicious stepsister threatened me with my brother's life, forcing me to marry a man rumored to be unspeakably ugly. I had no choice but to comply.
However, after the wedding, I discovered that this man was not ugly at all; on the contrary, he was both handsome and charming, and he was also a billionaire!
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After years of silence, Elisa suddenly announced her comeback, bringing tears of excitement to her fans.
During an interview, Elisa claimed to be single, causing a huge sensation.
Mrs. Brown divorced, skyrocketing to the top of the trending searches.
Everyone knows that Howard Brown is a ruthless tactician.
Just when everyone thought he was going to tear Elisa apart, a newly registered account left a comment on Elisa's personal account: "Keyboard and durian, which one do you want to see tonight?"

He was the heir of top rich family, but he was deaf, blind and lame.
I, an orphan, decided to marry him for his money.
Everyone laughed at us, but I struggled alone to support the whole family.
But one day, I was so shocked when I discovered his secret!

I was trying to steal a child from my comatose billionaire husband, but just as I touched him, his dark eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Thirty million dowry, and you are sold to the Duncan family." My stepmother's words echoed in my head. I was forced to marry Brandon, a man rumored to be a ruthless genius, but who had been lying in a dirty room as a vegetable for a year.

My family abandoned me, and my fiancé slept with my adopted sister. I had nothing left. If Brandon died, I would be thrown onto the streets. So, looking at his breathtakingly handsome face and perfectly sculpted body, I made a crazy decision: I needed his heir.

I locked the door, trembling as I took off his clothes. "Just treat me as a tool, please don't mind," I whispered to his sleeping face.

I straddled him, my heart pounding out of my chest. I thought he couldn't feel a thing. I thought I was safe. But just as I leaned down, a slender, bone-chilling hand suddenly grabbed my wrist like a vice.

I screamed, my blood running cold.

His ink-black eyes, filled with three feet of ice and demonic fury, stared right into my soul. The man who had been declared braindead was awake.

"What did you do to me?" His voice was hoarse, his grip tightening around my throat. "Do you know who I am?"

I was trapped under the most dangerous man in the country, and I had just been caught trying to use him.

“I prefer to be in the arms of other men who would treat me right than be with you anymore” she breathed out.
“How dare you” he yelled at her face while she stood her ground to him.
“What are you...”
Before she could finish her sentence, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her fiercely. He wrapped her legs around his waist leaving her back pinned to the wall as he deepened the kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss slowly kissing her neck in turn as his hand slid into her panties. His fingers fondled with her wet folds giving her shimmers of pleasure she had never felt.


Elaine, a beautiful young lady who had everything just found out that she had cancer and had about a year to live. Shattered by the news, she hid it from her family that maltreated only for them to realize the truth and cuss her out breaking her heart.In a bid to enjoy her life to the fullest, she had a one night stand with a man but to her greatest surprise, it turned out to be her husband.

He grabbed me by the waist, pushing me against the cold walls. His hard body and weight pressed against me with eyes as black as darkness itself. “Being hot-headed will only put you in danger Elena,” His intoxicating minty breath filled my nostrils and I fought the urge to break down in his arms.

I let the hate and rage burn my entire body. “So what do you expect me to do? Sit pretty and wait till they come for me and successfully kill me like they did with my parents?” I screamed, unable to stop the tears that rushed down my eyes.

His strong hold against my body loosened, but his eyes remained a dark Abyss and I wished I could see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, even if it was for a second.

“Elena,” Just the call of my name from his lips sent my heart racing, but I had to force myself to remember he was a devil and I'll only get hurt. “You are drunk,” He finally said, releasing me and walking to the table. “What you need is some warm tea to sober you up,”

“No, I don't want tea, Dimitri. What I need is to find my poor sisters and get the bastards responsible for the deaths of my parents. And then, I'll end their miserable lives,” I bit out with muffled rage.

Dimitri paused, as he shifted yet another cold gaze to me. “Well unfortunately, we are all out of bitter revenge tonight, so it's either tea or nothing, sweet Elena,”


Elena Connor wakes up from a coma with no memories of the last two years of her life. Someone wants her dead for a secret she can't remember, and this someone may be responsible for the deaths of her family.

They took everything from her and thought she'd bow down. But in a marriage of convenience with a mysterious librarian/Billionaire, Ava is about to reclaim her life, one shocking revelation at a time.
A forced marriage to a man she barely knows is the last thing Ava Patel wanted. But when her family leaves her no choice, she finds herself tied to Liam—a man whose gentle care makes her feel things she never expected.
As his kindness and affection pull her in, Ava discovers that her husband is living under a false identity, concealing secrets that could shatter everything she believes.
Why would a billionaire hide his true self? And what secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart just as Ava starts to fall?

"Mom, I only want to go to Paris with you, not Dad."

When my ten-year-old daughter said this with tears in her eyes, I thought she was expressing her love for me.

I was wrong.

In our Paris hotel, I accidentally overheard the phone call that changed everything—

"Don't worry, Lily will find a way to extend the trip. I promised to buy her that concert-grade piano."

"Having sex in your marital bed is so thrilling, much better than at my apartment."

"That little girl Lily cooperates perfectly, always managing to lead Sarah away."

In that moment, my world completely shattered.

I thought I was only being betrayed by my husband, but discovered that even the daughter I carried for ten months was their carefully orchestrated pawn.

The child I raised with my own hands was actually helping her father's mistress occupy my home and sleep in my bed.

When a mother discovers she's been deceived by those she loves most, her revenge will make everyone pay a devastating price.

Two years later, when I saw that once-successful man wearing a shabby suit, accompanied by his malnourished daughter at my charity auction, I only said coldly:

"She can come with me, but you—never deserve it."

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband Hill invited many friends over for a party at the house. Everyone was noisily playing games, and the challenge was to reveal a private secret about someone in the room.
When it was Elsa's turn, she pointed at Hill's lower body. "Hill has a crescent-shaped birthmark. It's in a very private spot."
After saying this, Elsa collapsed onto the sofa laughing. Hill pretended to be angry, jumped up, and pounced on Elsa, smacking her on the butt.
I was frozen in shock. Hill's birthmark really was extremely private—you couldn't even see it without looking closely. I only discovered it myself after being married to him for a year.
Sensing my emotional shift, everyone stopped their roughhousing.
Elsa shrugged nonchalantly. "Zoe, don't overthink it. Before you got married, someone slipped Hill something once. I had no choice but to help him out. But don't worry, I promise he saved his first time for you."
Then she tapped her lips. "I used this place back then. Wore me out, honestly."
I felt my stomach churn violently and nearly threw up. Without thinking, I hurled my wine glass directly at Elsa.
"Sorry. Slipped. Just trying to help you rinse your mouth."

What if the man who once risked his life to save yours became the one who destroyed it?
When billionaire heiress Victoria Hale is saved from a brutal attack by ambitious executive Ethan Cole, gratitude blossoms into a whirlwind romance. Against their families' wishes, they marry, believing love can overcome every obstacle.
Three years later, their dream life is crumbling. Infertility strains their marriage, Ethan's company teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, and a dangerous business deal binds him to another woman.
Just when Victoria discovers she's carrying the child they had prayed for, a devastating accident changes everything. Betrayed by the man she trusted most and framed for a crime she never committed, she loses not only her marriage but also the life she thought she knew.
Forced to disappear, Victoria begins again under a new identity, unaware that an even darker secret has tied her fate to the people who ruined her. As buried lies, blood ties, and long-hidden betrayals begin to unravel, those who conspired against her discover that some truths can never stay buried.
But when the past finally catches up with them, will Ethan uncover the truth before he loses Victoria forever... or has fate already written an ending that no amount of regret can change?

In high school, my ex only dated me because she needed a dependable errand boy.

I believed it. I tutored her, fixed her grades, rewrote her papers, and cleaned up every mess she made.

Then I overheard her telling her friend, “He’s good at studying. That’s it. Dating him is already me being generous.”

At graduation, she dumped me without hesitation.

Years later, I became the CEO of a public company.

Her company was collapsing—cooked numbers, broken cash flow, investors pulling out—and she needed one deal to survive.

She didn’t know who I was.

She scraped my car in the garage, then warned me not to cling to her, saying the CEO she came to meet was way out of my league.

Then the boardroom door opened. She looked up and saw me in the seat at the head of the table.

She thought I’d use this to get revenge.

I didn’t. I just opened her file and said, “You may begin.”

I was the undefeated queen of the underground octagon—a body held together by broken bones and spilled blood, all to build Dorian's fighting empire from the ground up.
But when he'd made it to the top in his tailored suits and polished shoes, suddenly my scars made me too crude, too ugly to stand beside him.
He ordered me to throw my title defense—told me to take a dive for some rich girl whose daddy bought her a spot in the cage. And when that woman shattered both my legs with an illegal knee strike, he just stood there and watched.
I clawed my way out of that wreckage—barely breathing. Left him a blood-stained divorce decree and vanished.
While he mourned over what he thought were my ashes, I was already training alongside the legendary king of the octagon, rebuilding myself from the ground up.
Now I'm back—stronger than ever.
This time, I'm going to break that princess's pretty face and crush his pathetic ego underfoot.

They thought that by forcing me to my death, they could devour everything.

My father jumped off a building, and I became a destitute young master whom everyone could bully. To pay off debts, I married into the Hawthorne family and became their sharpest knife.

After my father-in-law died suddenly, my wife immediately brought her childhood sweetheart into the house and forced me to divorce him.

My resistance resulted in a murder plotted by 928 × 213.

When I opened my eyes again, Chloe, who had been watching over me for three days and three nights, was beside me.

She said, "I'll take you away."

Three years later, I returned as a mysterious investor. The first thing I did was to buy the family's bankrupt old factory for 1.5 billion.

My ex-wife and I bumped into each other on the street; it was like seeing a ghost.

I smiled and stuck a 30 million yuan check on her forehead: "This is to repay the divorce fee you gave me back then. Keep the change."

The real revenge has only just begun.

I gave up my surgical career to be his wife. He gave our anniversary night to his ex.
Three years of cold shoulders, public humiliations, and a husband who believed every lie Celeste whispered.
I endured it all—until I discovered I was carrying his child. I left just divorce papers and an empty mansion.
Now I'm Dr. Victoria Preston again. The renowned heart surgeon they said I'd never be.
My brother helped me disappear. My best friend made sure the divorce was airtight. And I'm raising my daughter in peace.
But Nathaniel Preston isn't the same man who signed those papers.
He's seen my face on every medical journal.
He's lost sleep staring at the sonogram I left behind.
And when he finally finds me, his eyes are no longer cold, they're burning with obsession.
He says he'll win me back even if it takes the rest of his life.
But Celeste isn't done. She wants my child, my reputation, my life.
And Nathaniel's mother is helping her.
They thought I was the docile wife who would break.
They never met Dr. Victoria Preston.

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

"I quit." I slammed the words onto the table like a verdict.
From my purse, I pulled out the papers I had carried for weeks, the ones I had drafted in the dead of night while he was in her bed, and slapped them in front of him.
DIVORCE.
Serena Vaughn had been invisible for too long, the discarded wife of Damien Blackwood, a billionaire who saw her as nothing more than a trophy. But when humiliation became unbearable, she walked away, ignoring the world's bets that she would crawl back.
Months later, Serena returns, but she is no longer the woman he dismissed. Now the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance commands respect, admiration and desire. Society that mocked her now fights for her attention: a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, even Hollywood's hottest star, all vying to be the man in her life.
But Damien is not ready to let go. When he confronts her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena's icy reply cuts him deeper than any words ever could. "That's none of your business, ex-husband. Step aside."
The game has begun. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall under her power, until only one question remains: how far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

[WARNING 18+]
This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression.
[TROPES]
Billionaire. Revenge. Second Chance. Escape while pregnant.

When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner.
Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her—a child Zeath didn’t deserve.
She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath’s only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group.
Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child’s lives once more?











“Do you know how much I wished you wouldn’t come near me, or even... touch me?” Zeath drones on. “All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl—like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another.”
“We?” I croak out.
Then Zeath’s fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better.
“Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it’s your choice.”

Sophie, a mother of one who had gotten pregnant and was abandoned by her lover Ryan. She gets back on her feet and is determined to work hard for a better life for her daughter.Fate plays it tricks as she meets a billionaire who she had met when her Ex lover Ryan dumped her. Her daughter Selena brings him home in a plot to get her married to a man.Sophie however recognizes him as the stranger from many nights ago.
She felt he took advantage of her vulnerability and agrees to marry him as he proposes marriage to her and she plots to take her revenge. But that was not the case. How can this misunderstanding be resolved?Her ex returns to make amends and wants to reunite with his new found family. What does fate have in stock for them?Will Sophie agree to go back or be with the man she thought took advantage of her. Watch out as it unfolds......

Candice never imagined she would have to marry a man who had been to prison and was extremely poor, but when her father kidnapped her mother to avoid breaking a promise, she had no choice but to take her sister's place. However, the man she thought would be terrifying turned out to be kind and respectful, giving her a sense of security she never expected.

But when she discovers her husband's hidden identity, everything she thought she knew about him - and herself - is turned upside down.

On their wedding night, Candice's heart was pounding in her throat. As she closed her eyes, she felt a force wrap around her waist and she fell into his arms, only to be pushed onto the bed. Her mind went blank as she realized there was much more to her husband than met the eye. As she tentatively reached out her hand to hook around his neck, she whispered, "You're my husband, so it's okay to do anything to me... shall we start?"

Little did she know, this was only the beginning of a dangerous game of secrets and desire that would test the limits of her love and loyalty.

"You're... you're leaving me here? I'm your Luna!" I stammered. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out. I barely recognized it as my own.
"I'm sorry, Lyra," he said, already turning away. "My pack's safety comes first." With that, he turned his back on me.


What happens when the man you chose... chooses fate instead?
Lyra believed she had already won against destiny. She and Cassian were not fated mates, but they chose each other anyway. Together, they built a powerful united pack, ruled side by side, and vowed to reject whatever fate tried to steal from them.
Until the day Cassian returned from the border carrying another woman in his arms—Liora.
She was fragile, gentle, and completely different from Lyra. And most importantly, she was Cassian's fated mate.
Cassian refused to let either woman go. So, he offered Lyra an ultimatum: An open marriage.
Humiliated in her own home, accused of cruelty, and forced to watch her husband protect another woman with a devotion he had never shown her, Lyra's heart shatters piece by piece.
But fate isn't done with her yet.
Her longtime enemy, Ethan—the Alpha of the second-largest pack in the North—claims her as his contractual Luna.
As zombie rogue attacks escalate and secrets begin to surface, Lyra must choose between staying in a marriage that no longer wants her or walking away from everything she helped build.

I was the most envied mafia wife in Chicago, until his Tibetan Mastiff tore apart what remained of our child.
Everyone called it an accident. I knew it wasn’t.
While I was bleeding out on the operating table, my husband was in the VIP ward, personally attending to his “traumatized” adopted sister. The whole family coddled her delicate state. Only I saw the smirk she couldn’t hide behind every calculated “panic attack.”
Then the Feds gave me a choice: keep playing the perfect, miserable wife, or vanish into a classified program so secret, I’d be dead to everyone I ever knew.
I signed. I uploaded the audio proof of their affair. I watched my old life disappear.
You swore you’d protect the family above all else, darling?
How fitting. My new mission is to protect this country from all threats.
Starting with you.

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

Everyone says I’m crazy.
My husband, Adrien, is Ashmont College’s most esteemed professor—suave, composed, and highly logical. I, on the other hand, am an investigative journalist whose nerves are fried by looming deadlines and too much caffeine. Yet, I insist there’s a woman who shares my exact face, who crawls out of our bedroom mirror every night and slips into my husband’s bed.
Our security cameras always "happen" to glitch at the crucial moments. My son avoids me like I’m a monster, and my neighbors claim they cheerfully greeted "me" in the driveway a few days ago—even though I don't even own a vintage pink dress.
Adrien has started dropping phrases like "psych evaluation" and "sole custody." If I let this drag on any longer, he’s going to personally commit me to a psych ward.
So tonight, I lied about flying to Chicago. Instead, I’m hiding in my own study—waiting for that identical face to crawl out of the mirror one more time.

For the tenth time, James Smith left me behind because of a call from his female student.
But it was as if I had become a different person—I no longer doubted that there was something ambiguous between James and his student.
Even on our wedding anniversary, when he abandoned me in the remote mountains for Sophia's sake, I bore no resentment.
Eventually, James began to sense something.
"Emily, you seem different," he said.
I shook my head with a smile.
Because I had simply made a different choice from the one in my past life.

My fake Alpha husband Logan married my classmate Fecility, who is also my half-sister. Even more shocking, I too was pregnant.

I knew our marriage was arranged, but I didn’t know you could be so treacherous. I am the Luna who held the power and status, yet you betrayed me for Felicity. Even though I was pregnant and endured so much for you, you still chose to break our vows. I was deceived and humiliated by the two of you, and now, as I stand on the verge of ruin, the truth is about to surface.

What will your fate be when the truth is finally revealed?

"How was I supposed to explain to my husband that I had another man's sperm inside me?"
Some mistakes can be hidden, but others come back to claim everything.
Mirabella thought she was building a future, until one chilling mistake at the fertility clinic shattered her world. Instead of her husband's child, she's carrying the baby of a stranger. Desperate to protect herself from her family, she agrees to a secret arrangement.
She signs a deal with the devil: carry the child, take the money, and disappear.
But nothing is ever that simple.

“Sheridan, Link gave me hope to live this past year. I’m pregnant with his child now. He’s been malnourished since he was a baby. Could you be a little more generous and give him half of your food?”

"To quell the rumors, give him the commander's authority as well! Consider it proof of your tolerance, and that way everyone will accept our family of three!"

Looking at my fiancée, who was heavily pregnant and had a saintly glow on her face, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

Five years of entrusting each other with life and death have resulted in this scene.

Alright, I'll grant your wish.

Without arguing or making a scene, I readily signed the power transfer agreement, removed my epaulets, and walked without looking back into the underground forbidden zone that everyone feared.

There, a crazy witch with a morbid possessiveness toward me is imprisoned.

Sylvia thought that after I relinquished power, I would only be able to kneel in the mud like a stray dog and watch them be affectionate.

But she had no idea that I was the one who had the safety net for her throughout the entire city!

After losing my protection, the system completely crashed within a few days.

That freeloader completely dropped his pretense, not only beating her half to death with domestic violence, but also attempting to invade her private space.

When she crawled to the gate of the restricted area covered in blood, crying and begging me for forgiveness and to save her life.

I was being held in the arms of that aloof witch, watching the pretty boy who had come looking for me:

"The experiment actually spoke, darling..."

“What do you do when the love of your life wants to love someone else?”
"I want an open marriage. I want sex. And I just can’t do that with you anymore."
“How can you do this to me, Tristan? After everything?”
Sophia’s heart breaks when her husband, Tristan, pushes for an open marriage after twelve years of marriage, saying her life as a housewife and mom has killed their spark. Desperate to hold their twelve-year bond together, Sophia reluctantly agrees.
But what hits worse than the open marriage is how quickly her husband dives into the dating pool, even going as far as to violate their set boundaries.
Hurt and angry, Sophia escapes to her art school, where she meets Nathaniel Synclair, a charming new sponsor who lights a fire in her. They talk, and Nathaniel suggests a wild idea: he’ll pretend to be her fake lover to get back at her husband’s double standards.
Caught in the love triangle between her broken marriage and Nathaniel’s pull, Sophia hesitates, sparking a mix of want, lies, and truth that shakes up all she knows about love, trust, and who she really is.

"F**k! You're so thick... give me every inch of that beautiful cock."
The voice echoed through the villa just as moonlight spilled across their faces.
Blond hair. Damp and messy.
My brother.
My body froze as if my heart had stopped beating. My lips went numb as I whispered their names.
"Nikolai...? Hunter...?"
Reva came to the luxury year-end retreat hoping for a fresh start. With her company covering a week in a stunning seaside villa, she thought the trip might help mend the cracks in her marriage.
Instead, she wakes up alone after a wild night of partying and follows strange sounds through the dark house.
What she finds destroys her world.
Humiliated and shattered, Reva nearly makes a fatal decision—until she is saved by the last man she ever expected: Dr. Levi Price. Her boss.
A brilliant neurosurgeon and the cold, untouchable heir to the powerful Price medical empire.
When Nikolai shamelessly flaunts the affair and hands her divorce papers, Levi offers a shocking solution.
"We'll pretend to be dating, Let him see that you're not the one who lost."
Reva knows it's reckless. Dangerous.
But she says quietly, "It's the craziest thing I've ever done. But let's do it. Let's show the bastard something he never imagined he'd ever see."
A fake relationship between boss and employee should have been simple.
Just a performance.
But as they play lovers at glamorous parties, snowy Aspen nights, and beneath glittering Christmas lights, the line between revenge and desire begins to blur.
Because Levi Price isn't pretending as much as he should be.
And the longer the lie continues, the more real it feels.
What happens when revenge turns into obsession and fake love starts to become something neither of them can walk away from?

She hit delete, and her husband's betrayal vanished from the screen.
Elena had no tears left to cry. All that remained was a deep, physical disgust for her marriage.
To save her family's collapsing company, she was forced to stay by Damon's side, enduring his coldness and humiliation. But one night, under the name "Diana," she walked into a brothel and gave herself to a stranger, believing it was the revenge she could take.
She never expected that one reckless act would drag her into something far darker. Damon soon threatened her with her father's medical bills, forcing her to approach a businessman named Aaron to secure a deal. What she didn't know was that the man she had spent that night with was the very same Aaron. He was a billionaire who controlled half the city's economy, cold, dangerous, and yet fatally drawn to her strength and defiance.
Could it get any worse?
Damon then demanded that Elena carry Aaron's child as blackmail, threatening to expose her "affair" if she refused.
Desperate, Elena pretended to get close to Aaron, but emotion blurred the line between lies and truth. In the silence of confession rooms and the chaos of speeding cars, their restraint shattered again and again, until passion turned into something neither of them could control...

Just imagine a woman with three hot boyfriends who want to f*k each other as much as they want to fuk her. Yup, that’s literally the book.... well, also with an obsessed stalker who wants her men gone so he would keep her for himself. -------- Expect: Steamy straight, gay, bi and every kind of sex, Messy threesomes and unapologetic foursomes, Voyeurism (because sometimes it’s hotter to just watch), and BDSM. ------ When Myla’s husband can’t give her what he used to after he got paralyzed in an accident—so he offers her something else instead: his two best friends, who also happen to be his old lovers. Now she’s tangled in a world of blindfolds, whispered orders, and three men who can’t stop touching her… or each other. But passion this dangerous comes with a cost. Especially when an obsessed stalker is willing to destroy everything to claim her for himself.

The moment the divorce papers were signed, I was finally free from three years of a loveless marriage. To celebrate, I drank myself into oblivion under the hazy lights of an exclusive club. Fueled by liquid courage, I stumbled into a private suite, pointed a trembling finger at the man radiating a lethal combination of restraint and danger, and rasped, “I want you.” He didn’t refuse. That night was a storm of tangled limbs and desperate heat, and he branded his mark on my very soul.

A month later, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I fled to Florida, burying the truth and raising my beautiful twin daughters with a new fiancé who played the perfect father.

Five years later, I returned to New York, a queen ready to claim her corporate throne. But when I strode into the boardroom, I froze. The man with the power to veto my entire future, Ryan, was sitting at the head of the table. A knowing smirk played on his lips, coiling around me like a viper.

I tried to avoid his intense gaze, but unexpectedly, at a glittering gala, he caged me between the wall and the unyielding heat of his body. His breath was a scorch against the sensitive skin of my neck as his voice, a low, rough murmur full of raw possession, vibrated through me. “You sounded so exquisite that night… and now you’re telling me those children are his? Do you really think I’d believe that?”

I've married sixteen dead men for a living. My seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.
I was born knowing one thing: the dead can speak one last time — but only to a spouse.
So I marry dead men. Rich families pay me to wed their fresh corpses, carry the last words sealed inside me, and read the testament out before the heirs. Then I burn the marriage certificate, and the marriage ends at the grave. Starting price: six hundred thousand dollars.
This morning, the Crane heir drowned in his own pool. Twenty-eight, obscenely rich, not one word left behind. The family offered five million and a private jet. By my count — my seventeenth husband. By a wide margin, the handsomest.
I said "I do" to a corpse for the seventeenth time. Then I called for his last words.
Silence. Sixteen weddings, sixteen voices. Husband number seventeen had nothing to say.
Because my seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.

"The Draganovs are moving on Celeste tonight. I'm taking her to the safe house. We'll do the claiming after this, Orla. I promise."
That's what my husband said the seventh time he chose Celeste over me.
Celeste. The girl he'd loved since before he had a wife to ignore.
The first time, she heard footsteps outside her window at two in the morning. Rafael sent his whole detail to sit on her house and left me at a meeting with two men who wanted our shipping routes and didn't like being told no. I came home with a bullet crease across my ribs. He apologized for a week.
The third time, someone tipped the cops on one of our warehouses and she got scared. He drove her upstate himself. I took a knife at the door because there was no one left standing in front of me.
By the sixth time, he didn't explain. He just texted the doctor to be ready for me and left.
He's a Don. When the guns come out, he walks away clean. I'm the one wearing his name where everyone can see it. The one they aim at first. Six scars say so.
Every time, he held my face after and promised. Founders' Day. In front of every family in the city. Once Celeste was safe. I believed him six times.
So when the seventh time came and he chose her again, my bags were already packed.
There won't be an eighth time he sends me out to die for her. Next time, there won't be a wife left for him to send.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

Ninety-nine times.

I was sent to the punishment chamber ninety-nine times by my mafia don fiancé.

Each time, he watched through bulletproof glass with cold, detached eyes—watching me being deprived of sleep, injected with drugs, tortured until I was barely clinging to life.

"Elara, you're paying for what you did to the Mancuso family."

For the sake of sweet, innocent Yvette—his precious savior—he personally destroyed everything I had.

After the ninety-ninth time, the doctor handed me a critical condition notice. I stopped begging, signed the confession, and vanished completely with my broken body.

The result? When the truth finally came to light, the ruthless don went completely insane.

Celine was forced to take her twin sister's place as the bride. Three months later, Clara returned and Jace filed for a divorce.

Celine discover that she was pregnant with twins, but she hide it from Jace and fled, only to get kidnapped.

Clara took her twin sister's baby and presented him to Jace. .
Do you think Jace will discover the truth?

Find out.

I was lonely, I was desperate and I made a choice I can't undo. I am Aria and my husband never had time for me so I slept with my step-father-in-law who satisfies me the way I want but as fate would have it, I got pregnant for him. The option was to either discard the baby or keep it till the truth came out, out of the two options I chose the first. Discard the baby.
However, my attending doctor happens to be my husband's side chick, the reason why my husband never made time for me. She has a choice to either rat me out to my husband so she could get into the house or help remove it and I secure my marriage. Two options but she chose none but...

Lust.

One of the seven deadly sins.

A sin that rooted itself inside one's core, all consuming like a raging flame until the ashes were the only remnant of the soul that was left. It destroyed, it broke- but fuck! It felt way too good, way too heavenly, to not let herself indulge into this beautiful disaster.

Lust is a sin Stella Williams was willing to burn for, burn into.

Stella Williams lusts for her Husband's Brother and vice versa...

Read this tale of forbbiden romance between the girl named Stella and the guy named Kevin Williams.

She never saw it coming. After five years of marriage, it took a DNA test to blow everything up.

The son she raised from birth? Her husband's kid with his ex. And somehow, both of them knew the whole time and said nothing.

It gets worse. She overheard her husband's actual plan: wait for the ex to come back, then push her out of the company "nicely" and hand her five million as a goodbye gift.

Five million? She single-handedly kept that company alive, pouring in her own money and connections to clean up his messes. And that's all she's worth?

She was done. She wanted everything back that was hers.

The ungrateful kid? She's over it. The husband chasing his first love? Good riddance.

But the moment she walked away for real, both of them came running back.

"Baby, please. Just give me one more chance."

She didn't even look up.

“W-what…what are you saying, Caesar,” Grace was in disbelief as tears lingered in her eyes. “Let's divorce Grace, she's back?” Caesar muttered coldly, shattering Grace's heart. Her grip on the envelope containing the divorce papers tightened.

“This can't be… I'm your wife, and I'm…” she attempted to tell him the good news of her pregnancy. “The love of my life is back…you were just a substitute,” his words echoed in Grace's ears. She was simply a substitute and nothing else. Five years later, Grace made an entrance in Caesar's life.

“You can't run away from me… I know you still love me…”
“I don't love you anymore, Caesar, now let go!” Grace tried to flee Caesar's stronghold, but unfortunately, he shoved her against the wall gently. “Let me go…you're hurting…”
“What are you doing to my mommy,” a small melodious voice of a little girl got Caesar's attention, he turned around only to find a little girl standing behind him with a stern expression. “Mommy?” Why was the little girl referring to Grace as mom? ~~~~

Grace always thought she had a perfect husband and happy marriage until her world shattered when Caesar's past walked through the door, disrupting their seemingly perfect marriage.
A girlfriend, the love of his life, appeared out of nowhere, demanding her place in Caesar's heart. Instantly, their once-unbreakable bond crumbled, leaving Grace utterly devastated.
Confusion and heartache enveloped her as Caesar made the painful request for a divorce, even when she was expecting his child. Five years later, Grace was back to where it all started. This time with a solid heart and a goal to protect her daughter.

The night I asked for a divorce, my husband, who claimed to love someone else, lost control.

His slender fingers gripped my slender waist, his breath hot and ragged as he buried his face in my neck and murmured, "Can we not divorce? Who is that man in the painting?"

I tried to push him away, but his fingers slipped into my underwear, teasing me.

"Can he make you feel this good?"

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Sloane once believed that three years together could warm Jared's cold heart.

But when his ex-girlfriend returned, she, the "legal wife," instantly became an eyesore in the way.

He thought her vicious and forced her to apologize to her scheming ex, never knowing she carried his child.

"After I sign the divorce papers, I'll disappear completely." She turned and left without looking back.

After the divorce, Jared looked at his successful and beautiful ex wife and was filled with regret.

"Let's remarry." He knelt before Sloane with a diamond ring.

But Sloane turned and embraced her childhood savior instead.

This time, can Jared win back Sloane's heart?