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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During my second week at the new job, I was assigned to an art gallery. There was an exhibition that day, and the gallery specifically requested our company's cleaning services. Accompanying me was a teenager, probably in his mid-teens. He had a deep tan and was quite skinny, giving him a slightly undernourished appearance, yet his eyes were strikingly bright and lively, like stars in a night sky.

I asked, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen," he responded.

I chuckled, "No way. My daughter is twelve, and by the looks of you, you can't be more than thirteen."

The boy looked up in panic and pleaded, "Please don't report me. I worked really hard to get this job."

I gently shook my head, "I won't." After all, isn't everyone's early teenage years a bit of a struggle?

He sighed in relief and flashed a shy smile. For the next two hours, he stayed close, full of the boundless energy typical of teenagers.

"This metal bucket is too heavy; let me help you with it. And I'll hold the chair steady, so you don't fall."

I handed him a tissue, "Wipe your sweat. What's your name?"

"Ayden Hansen," he replied with a shy smile, then cautiously asked, "Ma'am, is it true you can't see out of your left eye?"

I was surprised, "How did you figure that out?"

For years, not even my husband or daughter had noticed.

Ayden gestured between the canvases, "You don't seem to judge distances quite right. Is it because of an illness that affects your left eye?"

I shook my head, "No, it was a gunshot wound I got while saving my ex-husband and daughter."

The boy's eyes widened, "They must be really grateful, right?"

I tried to smile, but my lips wouldn't cooperate, caught in some awkward position, "They've forgotten all about it."

I touched the prosthetic on my left side, feeling a pang of bitterness. They should have been the two closest to me, aware of the scars on my heart and my body—yet they knew nothing.

"Please don't cry, ma'am," Ayden stammered, awkwardly standing in front of me, his dark hands brushing away my tears.

Was I crying?

He puffed his cheeks, "It's their fault for being so inconsiderate! I'll help you carry things from now on, I'll help you judge distances—I'll be your eyes. And if anyone tries to give you a hard time, I'll help defend you!"

His innocent and sincere words warmed my heart, finally bringing a genuine smile to my face. "Alright, it’s a deal. From now on, Ayden will be my eyes. Let's shake on it—no backing out."

The boy's face lit up with a bashful grin as he hooked his little finger around mine, shaking it lightly, "Yes! Pinky promise, a hundred years, no changes!"

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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.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

Husband's Cruel Betrayal

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.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

Kidnapped by the Cold-Hearted CEO: His Sweet Obsession

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?

Action Billionaire Romance

9.1

My Husband Let His Mistress Kill Our Child

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.

Billionaire Mystery Romance

8.4

One Reckless Night With Mr. CEO

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.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

Reborn Heiress: The Shadow Regent's Obsession

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.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

After Divorce She Rose Again

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