After Divorce She Rose Again
The prince of New York high society once stopped a plane for me, and I once vanished with our child for three years. We were married. Nine years later, a younger, more attractive woman appeared by his side. She's vivacious and daring, joining him in all his thrilling escapades. Meanwhile, I had become a housewife, keeping a watchful eye on our daughter, insisting she not indulge in too many sweets. He told me, disappointed, "Thalia, you've lost your spark."
Even my daughter critiqued, "Aunt Alison is smart, gorgeous, and earns her own living. What about you? You just depend on Dad."
The next day, I took my ID and went through with the divorce from Harvey. Perhaps they'd forgotten. At twenty-two, I was bold enough to dive off a cliff into the open sea to escape.
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Chapter 2
The interview went smoothly.
Marvin Robertson, the head of technology, looked over my resume and remarked, "Valedictorian of your high school, top of your class in computer science at the University of London, and lead author of three major conference papers. Ms. Hansen, your credentials are impressive. But I'm curious, why did you stop working after college?"
I gripped the fabric of my pants tightly and replied softly, "To take care of my child."
At twenty-two, I had an unexpected pregnancy.
Harvey Kelly's mother was far from pleased with me. In her vision for Harvey's future, he was destined to marry a wealthy heiress, someone from a similar social standing, not me, a girl from a modest background. She went to great lengths to push me out.
The wealthy woman, her lips painted in bold red, stared at me with indifference, surrounded by a row of security guards. The night sky was dark as ink. The seawater was freezing, biting cold. I jumped off the high cliff. At that moment, everyone thought I was gone for good.
Maybe it was the injuries from that fall that took a toll on me, as my daughter was frail from the start. Needy, allergic, unable to handle formula. Her tiny face was swollen and bruised, crying endlessly through the night. I was alone, a fragile new mother, clumsily trying to take care of her newborn.
Marvin nodded in understanding. "Ms. Hansen, you've been out of the professional world for quite a while. You would need to start from an entry-level position. Is that okay with you?"
Without hesitation, I nodded. "Yes, that's perfectly fine."
Marvin stood up and shook my hand, welcoming me to the team. My heart pounded in my chest, just like when I first found out I got into the University of London. It felt like... I had taken the second big step in my life.
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8.3
For ten years, Haven Peters loved Joshua West with everything she had. She gave up her pride, her family, and the brilliant future everyone once expected from her—just to become the perfect wife for the man she thought would love her forever.
Instead, he humiliated her.
At the anniversary party meant to celebrate their marriage, Haven watches Joshua kiss another woman in front of everyone and casually hand her divorce papers like she means nothing. Heartbroken and finally exhausted, she walks away from the marriage that destroyed her piece by piece.
What Joshua never expected was that the quiet woman he looked down on was hiding a powerful identity of her own.
The moment Haven disappears, West Enterprises begins collapsing overnight. Investors pull out, secrets unravel, and Joshua realizes too late that the woman he abandoned was the one holding his entire world together.
But by then, Haven is no longer the girl chasing after him.
Now she stands beside Leonard Peters—the youngest billionaire on the Forbes list, cold, untouchable, and impossibly powerful. A man the entire elite world fears…and the only man willing to give Haven everything Joshua never could.
This time, when her ex-husband begs for another chance, Haven has already become the woman everyone envies.
8.3
The crystal chandeliers of the Washington Foundation ballroom cast a golden glow across the sea of designer gowns and tailored suits. I stood beside Sterling at the podium, his hand gripping mine with practiced affection as he addressed Manhattan's elite. Five years of marriage had taught me to perfect my smile, to ignore the slight pressure of his fingers that always bordered on painful. "We gather tonight to honor those we've lost," Sterling's voice carried across the hushed crowd, his charm on full display. "To remember that even in darkness, we can create light."
I felt his thumb brush against my wedding ring, a gesture that once made my heart flutter but now sent ice through my veins. Five years of subtle cruelties disguised as love had trained me well. I knew my role: the devoted wife who stood by his side, grateful he had married me despite the scandal of supposedly abandoning my best friend to die in a fire. The doors at the back of the ballroom swung open. At first, I thought it was just a late guest. Then the whispers started, rippling through the crowd like wind through tall grass.
7.8
Ashley Carter never imagined her wedding day would end with her being kidnapped by a total stranger. Even more confusing? The man who took her, Charles Blackwood, claims she's his bride. But Ashley has never seen him before in her life.
Charles, a powerful and cold-hearted CEO, is used to getting what he wants-and now, he wants Ashley. Though she doesn't remember him, he's determined to make her his, body and soul. He showers her with relentless affection and overwhelming desire, leaving her no room to escape his grasp.
Ashley tries to resist his overbearing charm, but Charles is persistent. Every touch, every kiss, pulls her deeper into a world of passion and obsession. She may not know who he is, but he's about to make sure she never forgets him again.
But can love truly grow from such a twisted beginning? Or is she just a pawn in his dangerous game of desire?
9.1
The elevator doors hissed shut, sealing Carter inside the steel box that would carry him down to the waiting limousine. Tokyo. He would be gone for forty-eight hours. I pressed my hand against the cold glass of the penthouse window, watching the blizzard swallow the Manhattan skyline. The condensation under my palm felt like the only real thing left in a world that was rapidly dissolving. "He’s gone to build the empire, Lilah. We must do our part here."
Sasha’s voice didn't come from behind me; it seemed to materialize inside my head. I turned. She stood by the kitchen island, a silhouette against the sterile white marble, holding my bottle of prenatal vitamins upside down over the garbage disposal. The rattle of pills hitting the metal blades sounded like hail on a tin roof.
8.4
One reckless night. One stranger's bed.
One marriage certificate she never meant to sign.
Tessa Hayes only wanted to forget her cheating ex for a few hours. Instead, she wakes up hungover, sore, and tied by law to Owen Carter - the cold, infuriatingly gorgeous billionaire CEO every woman wants but none can tame.
Owen doesn't want an annulment. He wants a wife.
For one year, Tessa will play the role: smile for the cameras, survive his controlling family, and help him secure the biggest deal of his career. In return, he'll give her more than she ever dreamed of.
But fake kisses spark real flames.
And when jealous exes, a ruthless rival, and a leaked marriage contract threaten to expose their secret, Tessa realizes she's in, deeper than she ever planned.
Because falling for her accidental husband? That was never part of the deal.
8.7
I stood as a ghost, watching the rhythmic thud of dirt hitting my own casket. My father, Senator Ellwood, dabbed his eyes for the cameras while my stepmother, Carroll, played the grieving mother perfectly, even though they were the ones who had paved the way for my murder.
The vision shifted to a high-rise office where Isadore Walker, the terrifying "Shadow Regent," was methodically bankrupting every elite family that had betrayed me. He pressed a silver koi fish necklace to his lips and triggered a massive explosion, choosing to burn the entire world down just to join me in death.
"Little Fish," he whispered.
In my first life, I was a naive pawn who believed my best friend, Catarina, when she claimed I simply slipped into the pool at my Debutante Ball. I let the opportunistic Cody Stevens play the hero who "saved" me, leading to a hollow engagement that ended in my ruin. I never knew that my stepmother had conspired with our housekeeper to hide my true identity and keep me from my biological family.
I died without ever understanding why Isadore, a man who treated me with cold indifference, would sacrifice everything for my sake. I didn't know that my entire life was a web of kidnappings and bribes designed to keep me as a political pawn.
Suddenly, the heat of the explosion warped into the agonizing burn of icy water. I broke the surface, gasping for air, back at the very party where my downfall began three years ago.
As I climbed out, I didn't look for Cody’s help. I wrapped myself in Isadore’s sandalwood-scented jacket and felt the cold steel of the tactical knife he had left in the pocket. This time, I wasn't the victim; I was the one who would light the fuse.