8597 Book(s) Related to ex husband s regret the wife he discarded

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In the previous life, she disliked him and avoided him. This time around, Adelaide wants to kiss, cuddle, and hug Sebastian every day.
"Bullying my husband? I'll poke your eyes out."
"My husband isn't handsome?"
Believe it or not, I'll blind you. Save you from having a pair of useless eyes.
Rumors have it that Sebastian, the heir of the Manners family, is physically and mentally weak, with his life hanging by a thread.
Adelaide, the sixth wife to marry into the family, is a fool?
No, who started this rumor? Isn't this rumor too exaggerated?
Is Adelaide a top doctor or a national goddess? Who knows?
Those strikingly handsome long legs belong to Sebastian?
Alright!
It's one thing for Sebastian to be wealthy, but to be both wealthy and handsome, that's just too much!
Adelaide being pretty is one thing, but being pretty with a sparkling and intelligent brain is just excessive."

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Amelia was raised by her grandmother from childhood. One day, the Martinez family suddenly came to her door, claiming she was their long-lost daughter.
After being brought back to the Martinez family, Amelia also gained a disabled fiancé.
That night, Martinez pressed a dagger against William's healthy lower body: "Pretending to be disabled to get close to me - what are your intentions?"
William pointed to the cold gun barrel under Amelia's skirt: "Mutual benefit. After it's done, I'll give you one hundred million!"
Several months later, Amelia finally understood that William's "one hundred million" meant several times a day, until she became pregnant!

“Go after her! don't let her out of your sight!
“We can't afford to let her slip out of our hands this time, she needs to die, we need to make sure she does!

the voice rang out through her mind as she runs for her dear life in the middle of the night.

she ran as fast as she could but they soon caught up with her with one swift move.
without wasting more time, the leader of the gang shoots at her and she fell, bleeding heavily.

“Miss Samantha! the job is done, the princess is dead!

the man said.
when she heard the name of the person who ordered her to be put to death, her heart tweaks.

in the next splitting second, she was pushed down the cliff.

Five e Years Later, She is back With only one goal; Befriend the enemies and revenge

“Aurelia! You wicked woman, why did you push Jiana down the stairs!”

My husband, Luther, roared at me, rushing over and slapping me hard across the face.

My heart sank. I shook my head violently, unable to utter a word in my defense.

It wasn't me, it was never me who pushed Aurelia! She framed me!

However, Luther would never listen to my explanations. He simply stepped on my body and uttered a vicious sentence to the servants:

“Put her in a bag and lock her in the basement!”

Five days later, the servants complained of a strange smell in the basement. When they frantically opened the basement door, they found my rotting corpse: I was dead.

When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to find myself back in the first year of my marriage to Luther. I was still the most dazzling star in the music world, a genius destined for greatness.

I was reborn! This time, I will never fall in love with my sister's fiancé again, that hypocritical and perverted devil. I will take revenge, I will take back everything that belongs to me!

Pianist FL x Mafia Boss ML
Warning: Illegal activity. Blood and gore. The protagonists are all villains. Don't expect any upright people in this story. We wear the skulls of our enemies as crowns.

Four years of dating. Three years of marriage. He loved me deeply and spoiled me endlessly, making me believe I was the happiest woman alive. But everything shattered the moment I accidentally discovered his affair—while helping a friend, no less. The man who had always treated me with tenderness and devotion was cheating on me, and with someone I thought was closest to me. Was he just a master of deception? Or was I simply too blind, too naive, to see the truth staring at me in the face? I am Linda Evans. And I am not someone who forgives betrayal easily. You dared to lay a finger on my husband? Then get ready—I’ll fight you to the bitter end!

“I promise to cherish you always, Sophia. You are the love of my life, and I will let nothing come between us.”

But those promises were nothing but hollow words, as Sophia later discovered. Betrayal pierced her heart like a dagger when she unearthed the truth of Daniel’s infidelity. Their once happy marriage crumbled under the weight of his deceit.

“I trusted you, Daniel,” Sophia whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling with pain and anger, “How could you do this to me? To us?”

But Daniel’s betrayal didn’t end with Sophia’s death. In a fit of rage and desperation to silence her, he had taken her life, leaving her family shattered in the wake of his actions.

A decade of marriage! Sophia thought she had married the perfect man. Little did she
know, this man, her fiance would drive her to her death!
How is the next?

Blaine proposed a contract marriage to Camilla, which was going to hold validity until his real fiancee opened her eyes, and they all could go back to their various lives. 'Party A shouldn't fall in love with party B, and if any of the parties break this clause, they are going to face a huge penalty'. They both knew that wasn't going to happen, or they thought so.

"Why are you messing around with me? Your job is just look pretty, and be my wife!" the cold man rumbled while glaring at Camilla, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

"And that is what I have been doing, Mr. Sanders!" she rattled, but the man hissed, not believing it. "No, you have been doing more. You had been seducing me, and snugging into my mind!" he accused.

"Was that a bad thing? So did you mean I should go away?" Camilla asked, meeting the man's fiery gaze, and she sucked in air when the man's hot palm touched her back. "No, even if you do, I am going to find you with my last breath, because you need to take responsibility for me," he says.

"So what happened to the no falling in love rule," Camilla asked with a solemn look. "Trash it!" he says, crashing his lips on hers.

In my previous life, I was murdered by my cheating boyfriend and my scheming stepsister working together.
What I never saw coming was that Louis—the man I’d spent years hating—would give his life to save mine.
Now reborn on the very day I crashed our engagement party, I wrapped my arms around him without a second thought.
“I’m not leaving you this time. I’m going to marry you.”
He stared at me, utterly stunned...

Ilone Thorne is a curvy plus-size woman and a young designer the mainstream fashion world never believed in.

Once, she squeezed herself into a so-called “standard-size” corset until it left her body covered in bruises—until her grandmother told her, “You don’t have to become someone else before you deserve to wear a beautiful dress.”

After the only person in her family who ever truly loved her passes away, Ilone finds herself with nowhere to turn. Desperate, she signs a contract with a ruthless billionaire and becomes his wife.

But the man everyone is too afraid to approach turns out to be obsessed with her curves—and in his eyes, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.

Armed with nothing but a measuring tape, a sketchbook, and her own vision, Ilone begins designing clothes for women who, like her, have been ignored by the fashion industry.

With her revolutionary belief that plus-size women deserve true luxury, elegance, and beauty, she takes the fashion world by storm.

And soon, everyone finally understands the truth:

She was never the woman who needed to change herself to be accepted by the world.

She was the woman who would change the rules of the entire industry.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent.

The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire, Lorenzo Carter, intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom she thought her son was Enzo's. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her.

When Lorenzo Carter found her, he proposed marriage, but sadly, she had no memory of him. Utilizing his influence, he persuaded her to agree to the contract marriage. Once successful, he endeavored to make her remember him and to reignite her love for him.

Sophia Carter is a talented young university student about to graduate in law, but her life is far from easy. After her mother’s death, Sophia was left in the care of her cruel stepfather, Thomas, and his spoiled daughter, Vanessa. Since then, Sophia has lived as a prisoner in her own home, constantly mistreated, humiliated, and forced to do all the heavy work.

Despite her suffering, her only hope has always been her boyfriend, Daniel Montgomery, a charismatic young man from an influential family who promises to take her away from that life and provide a better future for them both. However, everything falls apart when Sophia discovers that Thomas sold her to a cold and ruthless tycoon, Nathan Blackwell, in exchange for an amount that will guarantee Vanessa’s future.

With no way out and abandoned by the love of her life, who betrayed her with her best friend, Sophia finds herself alone, desperate, and on the brink of collapse. Determined not to be a victim of circumstances any longer, she makes a bold decision: if she is to be sold, it will be for a price of her choosing.

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

I hid in shadows for six years while my vampire husband played duke with his mistress.

Lucian kept our marriage secret, called our daughter "the half-blood bastard," and rushed to comfort Seraphina's twisted ankle while five-year-old Vanessa nearly died from silver poisoning.

His precious lover had "gifted" my child deadly perfume. While I held my convulsing daughter, he was cutting cake with his real family.

So I handed him divorce papers during his next dramatic rescue mission. Fool signed without reading—too busy playing hero to notice he just legally abandoned his wife and child.

Now the mighty vampire Duke burns under holy sunlight, chasing us to territories his undead flesh can't survive.

Begging on scorched pavement for a second chance he'll never get.

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night.
"Why are you asking me why? Isn't it obvious or should I tell you?" Kaylee asked.
Her stepsister's word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life.
she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he'd step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank.
He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face.
They locked her up in the house and set it on fire.
"Help me..." came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her.
"Anyt... I'll give anything in return...please..." She passed out.
"Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked.
The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her.
"Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!"
Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!
But she didn't expect to wake up to that man saying something like----
"Then marry me."

“Look at you,” he purred, dragging his knuckles down my stomach.

“Trembling… Is it fear… or are you wet for the man who got your nonna killed?” He taunted, his smile mocking.

“I’ll kill you—”

“I can’t wait, amore mio [my love],” he growled, and without warning, his hand slid between my legs.

I jolted.

“Don’t—!”

Too late.

One thick finger pushed inside me, hard. I sobbed, my back bowing off the bed, but he only chuckled, working me open with slow, cruel, torturous strokes.

“Devil.”

He chuckled, low and wicked. “You keep saying that.”

His fingers slid lower, through my slick, and my breath hitched.

“Yet here you are,” he murmured, “dripping for the devil.”

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“He came for a debt. Instead, he took a bride.”

Alina Moretti lost everything in one night—her fiancé, her fortune, her future. Desperate to secure her inheritance, she needs a fake fiancé.

When she approaches Milan’s most dangerous club, hoping to find a willing stranger, she instead finds herself kidnapped by the devil himself.

Valentino Romano, popularly known as The Devil of Milan, is the ruthless heir to Italy’s most feared mafia empire.

Two years ago, Alina’s father borrowed from him, promising a repayment that never came.

Now, Val is back, and he’s not interested in money.

He wants her.

Five years ago, one night changed everything for Macy. A college student working at a luxury hotel, she and a stranger were unknowingly drugged, swept into an encounter shrouded in haze and fragments. She left with only a blurred memory—and the life growing inside her. Since then, her heart has belonged to her son, the one bright light born from the confusion.Now, desperate for a fresh start, Macy becomes the assistant to Graeme Lancaster, the captivating CEO of a powerful company. She doesn’t recognize him at first—but fate has a quiet way of pulling threads. Graeme is everything she shouldn’t want, yet everything about him feels achingly familiar.He doesn’t know she’s the woman from that night. He doesn’t know he has a child. But as attraction blooms into something deeper, their connection threatens to unravel long-buried secrets. Can love grow between two souls unknowingly bound by the past?

They buried her eight years ago.
Now she’s back—and everything she loved belongs to someone else.
Her husband has a new wife.
Her daughter calls another woman mother.
And the powerful billionaire who once swore to love her now wants her erased… again.
But Seraphina didn’t survive hell just to lose everything.
She came back for what’s hers.

I was about to refuse, and say no, when I felt his lips on mine.
I gasped, through the kiss. ' The jerk' I thought. He fucking kissed me, stole my first kiss like that.


Astral, an upcoming actress, who was given an opportunity to star in a famous movie. But she was taken to Gael as his replacement bride. Along the way, Astral found out she was truly getting married, and it's not acting. But it was too late for her to back out, as the priest already bound them as husband and wife.
After the wedding ceremony, Gael, the Billionaire and the husband, offered her a marriage contract.
Will Astral agree to this contract marriage? And even if she does, would it just end as a contract marriage or lead to an entanglement of a lifetime?

When Aneira's sister dies in a terrible car accident, her mother marries her off to her sister's fiancé. She thought she would be loved, and life would be easy, but she found out Rafael had a secret that could break them apart, and that things weren't as they seemed.


Aneira: "I thought he would love me. Just like he loved my late sister, but when he claimed his parents died because of my father, I found out the marriage wasn't what it seemed. I was offered to the beast as the sacrificial lamb."

Rafael: "When her father killed my parents, I vowed to make them pay, but when they offered her in marriage to me, she became my tool of vengeance. The downside was that I couldn’t let anyone else hurt her, but me."

Adrianne, who managed to escape from her home which she considered to be a suffocating prison, was brought back to the dreadful place against her will. Not only that, she was being forced to get married for the sake of her safety apparently to a powerful man.

And the powerful man was none other than Sebastian Wright.

The name ignited terror in the hearts of some and respect in others'. The imposing man dominated both business world and underworld. He was young and promising.

But Adrianne had no intentions to get involved with such a suffocating man who was very much reminiscent of her childhood even though he was attractive and successful.

However, will she be able to remain steadfast in her decision or will her heart get shaken up?

Will Adrianne be able to make out of the series of conspiracies and betrayal intact or will she be losing herself in the process?

I was married to Daniel for eight years. I thought we were happy.

Then I found a receipt in his car — a private OB-GYN clinic, Upper East Side. The name on it was Lydia's. My best friend's.

I drove straight to my brother Joel's apartment. Joel, the boy I raised. The only family I had left. I needed someone to tell me I was wrong.

I heard them laughing before I knocked.

I looked through the gap in the door and saw all three of them — Daniel, Lydia, and Joel — standing in the living room with champagne glasses, toasting the baby that wasn't mine.

My husband. My best friend. My little brother.

Every person I had ever trusted. All in the same room. All in on the same secret.

And not one of them had thought to tell me.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

"I, Kiara Vane, reject you, Alpha Liam!"

Kiara was the Westland Pack’s greatest joke: a blind, wolfless Luna married to a man who loathed her very existence. Pushed to suicide by her own twin sister’s betrayal and her mate’s cold-blooded cruelty, she was meant to be a forgotten footnote in history.

But the history books lied.

Cassandra, a feisty 21st-century student with a sharp tongue and a heart of steel, finds herself sucked into the cursed pages of an ancient text. She wakes up in the past, inhabiting the body of the "Dead Luna" under a blood-red moon.

But there’s a catch: this version of Kiara can see. And she isn't crying for mercy anymore.

Alpha Liam is a monster who swore to destroy the pack's traitors to avenge his mother’s death. He expected a broken, sightless girl he could easily crush.

Instead, he finds a defiant queen who looks at him with mockery instead of longing… a woman who seems to know his secrets before he even speaks them.

As Cassandra navigates a world of silver blades, ancient witchcraft, and a mate bond that burns with a dangerous new hunger, she has only one goal: make them all pay.

But as the "wolfless" girl begins to show the heart of a dragon, the predator slowly becomes the prey.

Liam is no longer looking for revenge… he’s looking for the woman who stole his soul.

But one question haunts the entire pack:

If the real Kiara died that night under the red moon… then who… exactly… is the woman wearing her face?

I was the reincarnation of the Ancient Star God and the fated mate of the Obsidian Dragon King, Ignis.

For seven years, I nearly bled my divine blood dry to break his curses. Everyone knew I loved him unconditionally.

Until his cold sneer shattered it all.

"Seraphina has laid my egg. After the Hunting Festival, I'll crown her as my queen. Keep Elara around to placate the Alliance. She's so madly in love with me, she'll gladly be a shield for them."

Something snapped deep within my chest. My empathy veins—the very magic that bound my emotions to him—shattered.

No heartbreak. No hysteria. That suffocating love was erased in an instant. Looking at Ignis now was like looking at a worthless stone.

I calmly returned to the temple and activated the marriage decree sent by the Elven High King, Aurelius.

The realm portal was charging. Departure: three days.

“I will pay you ten million dollars to be my husband.”

I slammed my hand on the bar counter, desperate to escape my arranged marriage to the arrogant billionaire, Aiden Knight. The handsome bartender with icy blue eyes didn't laugh. Instead, he smirked, leaned over the counter, and whispered, “Deal.”

I thought I had won. I thought I was marrying a simple, broke man to spite my parents. But I was wrong.

My “poor” husband wears limited-edition watches he claims are dupes, drives a car worth more than my apartment, and kisses me with the possessiveness of a king claiming his queen.

Now, the entire city is whispering that my groom looks suspiciously like the man I refused to marry. What happens when I find out the bartender in my bed is actually the billionaire I’ve been running from?

Claire Bennett built her marriage the way she built her fortune: with clear eyes, sharp numbers, and no illusions about love. So when her husband, Ethan, announces that he is pretending to be poor for a younger woman, Claire is less offended by the affair than by the insultingly low breakup fee he plans to offer.

Then the game turns expensive. The young woman knows more than Ethan thinks, and the elite attorney hired to tear apart Claire's finances is Adrian Shaw, the broke student Claire once deceived, desired, and abandoned with two million dollars. To survive the divorce, Claire must outplay a husband who wants devotion without sacrifice, face the man who once offered her everything he had, and decide whether money can still buy the only thing she actually regrets losing.

My husband, Ethan Cole, had found a young woman to play poor with. He shared her rented apartment, wore matching outfits bought on clearance, and hunted down takeout deals. He called it getting back to his roots.

We'd had even less when we started out. A leaking basement. Cheap noodles because delivery cost too much. Now that we were rich, he missed being broke.

"It's just for fun. We're not sleeping together," he told me. "When I get bored, I'll give her two hundred thousand dollars to move on. You won't have to deal with her."

I didn't cry. I didn't throw anything.

After a moment, I asked, "Two hundred thousand? Isn't that a little cheap?"

Years earlier, I'd played the same game with a broke young man.

When I left him, I'd paid two million.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

On Halloween night, a sharp stench of chlorine and cheap booze woke me up.
I opened my eyes to a man grinning at the bedroom door.
It was my husband, David, soaking wet and showing off the liquor he’d vanished hours ago to buy.
I cursed him out, called him a liar, and demanded a divorce. He just kept that idiotic smile.
Then my phone rang. It was his best friend, Mark.
"Claire, David drowned drunk in the pool!"

A blizzard night. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and my legs had already lost all feeling.

With purple, cracked fingers, I dialed my fiancé, Silas.

Through the phone came the cozy crackle of a fireplace, and the sweet giggles of the fake heiress, Stella.

"Silas... save me... Route 82..." I gasped, my voice fading.

"Harper, this jealousy game makes me sick," he snapped. "Stella only sat in your passenger seat, and you play disappear? Go freeze to death out there. Don't bother us!"

Beep.

He hung up. Followed by a ruthless block.

He didn't know it wasn't a stunt for attention. It was my last SOS in this world.

When my body was dug out of the snowdrifts, frozen stiff along with the cheap engagement ring he bought on a whim, that arrogant man dropped to his knees on the icy morgue floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Too bad, I could never see it again.

（Everyone would be unable to resist a story about a love-crazed woman finding her beloved man.）
Do you know what the craziest expression of love for someone is?
It is to imprison them, to belong to oneself forever.
I have been monitoring my beloved Lawrence for four years, and suddenly one day he disappeared into thin air.
I received an invitation.
Do you want to retrieve what is most precious to you?
Paradise Island - Welcome to your arrival.

“You're my wife,” the billionaire thundered. “We had a deal years ago, Riana, a deal you ran away from before fulfilling. Now that fate has brought you back, this’s no longer only about a deal but a proposal is now involved.”

“I don’t even understand what you’re talking about. Your wife? A deal? That never happened. I’m your lawyer, nothing more. And as far as that’s concerned, I’ve done my job and we’ve won the case. Now I’m leaving.” Riana stated.

“No, Riana. You’re not done until I say you’re done. Morever, you're not married. You're still as single as the day you walked away. Which means…” He stepped closer, his hand capturing her face.

“…I can do this.”

And before she could speak again, his lips crashed against hers, igniting the fire of a past she thought she’d buried forever.

—----

Riana Theodore’s life crumbled on the eve of her wedding when she caught her fiancé in bed with her own brother. Broken and humiliated, she sought revenge in a stranger’s arms, sealing it with a reckless one-night stand and a fake marriage.

But fate had other plans. That stranger turned out to be her fiancé’s stepbrother. Their confrontation at the altar ended in chaos, and an accident that wiped her memories.

Six years later, the past comes knocking when Riana was summoned to defend a billionaire client, said to be unconscious, while his new wife fights for half of his empire.

But at the final hearing, everything shatters, because right there was a man she doesn't know, but be says they once made a deal. He says she belongs to him. But how could that be when she doesn’t even remember marrying him in the first place? And, what's this new and old proposal all about?

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage.
We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment.
For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage.
Today, I finally received his message:
"I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport."
When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend.
In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air.
Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken—to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again.
He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be.
"Aurora, come back. I regret everything!"
Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Dusin loves Jenna and he has no doubts, but he still harbors feelings for his first love. When she comes back distraught, he ends up falling into her trap. By the time he realizes why Julia is after Jenna, it’s already too late– She’s left him.
Dustin finds out Jenna is living with another male wolf, whom she trusts more than herself.
What does Julia want from Jenna?
Who is Jenna living with?
Will Dustin be able to repent and will Jenna forgive him?
Will the fated mates reunite, or depart?
Biggest of all, What is Dustin hiding?
Read to find out!

Isla is determined to leave the pack after being rejected and humiliated by the soon to be alpha, Miller. After finally coming to terms with the rejection and having moved away to the Eclipse Moon Pack, Isla is suddenly called back to her old pack due to her mother becoming unwell. Secrets and lies are about to be unravelled along the way but how will Isla react to her ex mates sudden regret at rejecting her five years ago? Can he win her back or will Isla realise her worth without him??

When I handed the divorce agreement and the severance-of-parental-rights form to my husband and son, they signed without even reading them.
"Mom, I don't need your patent transfer. I'm in a hurry to go see Aunt Bianca," my son said.
My husband tossed the divorce papers aside. "Bianca's dog is missing. Get out of the way."
I picked up the scattered pages from the floor. A long time passed before I whispered to the empty hallway, "But… today is my birthday."

​The smell of smoke was the last thing Rhiannon Sander expected on the night that should have been her happily ever after.
​"Why?" Rhiannon gasped, her world spinning as she stared at the two people she loved most.
​Her stepsister, Kaylee, didn’t offer comfort—only a jagged smile. "Isn't it obvious? You were just a stepping stone, Rhiannon."
​Seeking a lifeline, Rhiannon looked at her fiancé. She prayed for a prank, a joke, a misunderstanding. Instead, he met her gaze with a sneer so cold it froze her blood. As the flames began to roar, they locked the door and left her to burn in the house that was supposed to be her home.
​Dragging her charred bod, toward a dark figure in the shadows of the street, she whispered her final plea: "Anything... I'll give you anything. Just save me."
​The man towering over her didn't look like a hero; he looked like a god of death. "Don't regret those words when you wake up," he warned

Damian Sterling, the ruthless CEO, never wanted a wife, especially not Sophia Miller, the desperate journalist forced into his world by a marriage of convenience. She was his unwanted bride. He drafted a contract with clear terms: no feelings, no strings attached. When Sophia kneeled before him, begging for an interview to save her career, Damian saw it as another manipulation. He, however, granted her request to get her off his back. What he didn't expect was her relentless gratitude, chipping away at the ice around his heart.

With each contact they had, the rules began to blur. What started as a marriage of convenience became anything but convenient.

"You signed the contract, Bianca."
Damien’s voice was dark, and laced with cruel possession as he towered over her.
"That means when I say strip, you strip. When I say crawl, you get on your knees. And when I say beg… well, show me how desperate you can be."
Bianca clenched her fists, trembling and, swallowing her pride.
This was the price she had to pay for revenge.
She lifted her chin and exhaled. "Yes, sir."

I didn’t expect to see him standing there, by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, the morning light making his skin glow like it wasn’t meant to belong to someone so dangerous.

Draven Damian.

My sister’s husband. The man I was pretending to love. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. And just like that, my breath caught.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He just looked deep and cold, like he saw something in me he hadn’t noticed before.

And maybe that’s when everything changed. Because instead of fear, I felt something else… something warm and terrifying at the same time. He wasn’t supposed to be gentle. He wasn’t supposed to look this human. But at that moment, he did.

Don’t fall, Liora. Don’t be stupid.

I looked away before he could see the truth in my eyes. But I already knew. I was in trouble.


I took my sister’s place to save my family.
Now I’m trapped in a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister disappeared without a word, I had no choice. I had to become her, the wife of Draven Damian, a dangerous and powerful mafia boss.

His little boy, Dante, looks at me like I’m his mother.
But Draven’s family sees right through me… and they want me gone.

How long can I keep this lie alive?
And what happens when the man I’m pretending to love… starts falling for me

After a forbidden night, maid Elara conceives twins for ruthless mafia Don Asher. To shield her from deadly power struggles, he fakes cruelty and puts a bounty on her head. Trapped in the murderous manor, she hides her pregnancy to survive. Cornered and hunted, she leaps into the frozen river to save her babies. After narrowly surviving childbirth, she becomes Asher’s lifelong obsession. The cold-blooded king burns all enemies, drops every pride, and kneels to atone for his sins forever.

At 2:00 AM, I lay in bed with my eyes closed, my fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my inner thigh.

Crack... Crunch... A stomach-churning sound of dislocating bones drifted from the foot of the bed. Immediately after, a cloying stench of dead fish rolled over the mattress.

A cold, stiff finger traced my jawline and pressed down hard on my carotid artery. It was feeling for a pulse.

"Darling..."

A bizarre, dual-layered echo came from directly above my head. A cold, bloody drop of meat juice smacked right onto my eyelid.

But I didn't dare let my breathing falter for even a fraction of a beat.

Because I knew—the thing currently staring dead at me, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a spider with its limbs bent backward, was absolutely not the wife I had spent the last ten years with.

Caspian kept me locked in the basement as a living blood bank.
This mafia don was also my husband. Ever since he discovered I could heal instantly, I became nothing more than a consumable—kept alive to sustain another woman.
That woman in the hospital bed was his stepmother in name, his forbidden obsession in reality—the desire he could never speak aloud.
Unable to claim her, he went mad. He tried to fill her dying body with my life.
When she was poisoned, he forced toxins down my throat to test antidotes, watching coldly as I convulsed on the floor, vomiting black blood.
When assassins came for her, he yanked me in front as a human shield, letting bullets turn my body into a sieve.
Covered in blood, I clutched his pant leg, begging through tears for him to just kill me.
But to protect his precious stepmother, he kicked me away without hesitation, his voice utterly cold: "Stop playing dead, Aria. You're a monster. You can't die anyway."
What he didn't know was that every time a mermaid heals, she burns through her soul's essence.
Through each shattering and mending, he was draining my very source of life.
Today, he strapped me to the operating table again, ready to drain more blood for his forbidden love.
He had no idea this would be the last time.

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

My ex-boyfriend told me to divorce my "nobody" husband to become his secret mistress, completely unaware that my husband is the Supreme Mafia Godfather.
"Divorce that loser, Valeria. I'm a Capo now. I can give you the world," Gideon smirked, tossing a cheap gala pass at my feet.
I looked at the coward who abandoned me in a shootout three years ago and actually laughed. Give up my throne as the Donna of North America’s most powerful syndicate to be a street thug's dirty secret?
At the Blood Oath Gala, I'll show him that I am no longer the woman I was three years ago.

I believed I had the perfect life.

A successful career as a paediatrician. A beautiful home in Riverside Heights. A devoted husband. A son I loved more than anything.

Then, I noticed a stranger's perfume on my husband's skin.

What begins as a small suspicion quickly unravels into a nightmare. Hidden messages. Secret meetings. Endless lies. And a younger woman who isn't just sharing my husband's bed—she's carrying his child.

Marcus Hale swears he never meant to hurt me. He swears our marriage still means something. But every new discovery reveals a deeper betrayal, and soon, I realize the affair is only the beginning.

As our lives explode into divorce, custody battles, financial warfare, and public humiliation, I find myself fighting not only for my son and my future but for the woman I used to be.

They thought I would break.

They thought I would forgive.

They thought I would quietly step aside.

They were wrong.

Because when a woman loses everything she once believed in, she has nothing left to fear.

And I am done being their victim.

The Wife's Reckoning is a gripping psychological domestic thriller about betrayal, revenge, resilience, and the dangerous consequences of underestimating a woman with nothing left to lose.