After My Betrayed Wife Found Love Again

On that ill-fated night when my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Maisie, was found intoxicated and nearly assaulted, our lives took a twisted turn. Soon after, we both carried the shared weight of pregnancy. On the day I went into labor, Rowen Harris handed me divorce papers. "Maisie is getting ready for her big return to the film industry. I need to give her and the baby a legitimate place in my life, or the scandal could destroy her career," he said. I dragged my weakened body forward and signed the papers, outwardly composed despite my turmoil. In a previous life, I refused to let go. I went public with my daughter’s story, exposing Maisie Baker, the actress who knowingly became the other woman. She faced relentless online harassment, lost all her endorsements, and the crushing weight of compensation demands led her to a tragic demise. Rowen Harris managed her affairs coldly, even as he enabled Maisie’s fans to publicly vilify me, attempted arson, nearly killing me and my child.

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Rowen Harris narrowed his eyes, clearly annoyed.

"I just want to grab some clothes for the baby."

"Everything in that room is for Maisie's child. If you need something, you'll have to buy it yourself."

Every item in the nursery had been chosen carefully for my child, yet he intended it all for Maisie Baker's baby, even though that child wasn’t biologically his. Suppressing the disappointment swelling inside me, I chose not to argue.

Itzel Patterson suddenly intervened, grabbing my arm and pulling me away.

"Mr. Harris wants us at the wellness center to look after Miss Baker."

The pain from my still-healing wound shot through me. In desperation, I shouted at him, "I just gave birth too, Rowen. I need to recover!"

Without even turning, he retorted,

"Well, you’ve done physical work your whole life; you're strong enough to handle this."

With that, he climbed into his luxury car, and I was bundled into a van headed toward the wellness center.

When we arrived, Maisie Baker lay comfortably amidst a group of caregivers. As soon as she noticed me, she struggled to sit up.

"Sister-in-law, please have a seat. I know childbirth is exhausting..."

Rowen gently pressed her back down and glanced sideways at me:

"She could probably run a marathon with a broken leg; what's this in comparison?"

"Camille, if you take good care of Maisie, I'll give you an extra hundred thousand dollars. Tempting, right?"

An extra hundred thousand was indeed tempting. I bit my lip. "No, my child is at home without anyone to look after her."

A flicker of hesitation passed through his eyes, but Maisie quickly gripped his hand.

"Rowen, if Sister-in-law doesn't want to look after me, let her go. I don't want to make things hard for you."

Rowen held her hand reassuringly and turned to me with disdain:

"You're lucky I even thought of you for this. You're an orphan without money or connections. Marrying me brought me no benefits, and now you can't even pretend to care. At least making sure Maisie’s comfortable would make you useful."

He seemed oblivious to my pallor as he was used to belittling me. Instead, he directed Itzel to head back. However, Itzel detested me for supposedly climbing too high by marrying into the Harris family, and I knew she wouldn’t put any heart into caring for anyone.

Rowen, uninterested in listening further, insisted I feed Maisie postnatal meals.

Turning toward the tightly shut door, I realized I couldn’t leave. Exhausted and starving, I resigned myself to feeding Maisie.

Just as the spoonful of soup neared her lips, she suddenly recoiled, emitting a sharp cry: "Ah, it’s boiling hot!"

Rowen grabbed the soup bowl, hurling it at me, and the sticky chicken soup splattered across my body.

"What kind of tantrum is this? You scald Maisie, and you won't get a bite to eat today!"

Maisie clung to him, tears streaming down her face:

"Rowen, don’t be angry. Sister-in-law didn't mean to..."

"Stop calling her your sister-in-law. Tomorrow, I’ll take her to get the divorce papers sorted!"

Abandoned on the sideline and dripping with chicken soup, I didn’t have a single person to express concern for me.

The next day, Rowen took me out of the wellness center to finalize our divorce. Once we stepped out of the civil registry, he got into his car alone.

"I need to buy Maisie the latest handbag. You find your own way back."

With a grim face, he added,

"Camille, if you don't reach the wellness center in half an hour, you know the consequences."

The luxury car roared away, and I immediately hailed a cab back to the villa.

As soon as I entered the front door, I heard the sound of a baby crying from a small room adjacent to the courtyard. That was where the security guards stayed!

I rushed in, finding Thalia tossed carelessly on a filthy single bed.

Despite my maternity bag and formula being right there, her face was pale, and her cries were weak.

She probably hadn’t had a drop of milk since yesterday, nor had a diaper change!

There was no time to hold Itzel accountable—my priority was changing Thalia's diaper and feeding her.

Once I had burped her, Thalia gave me a sweet smile. My eyes welled up as tears fell onto her blanket.

Maisie's child had a dozen caregivers, while mine was neglected, deprived even of milk.

"Don't worry, Thalia. Mommy will take you away from here."

Suddenly, someone banged on the door. As I opened it, Rowen's hand struck across my face.

"Camille! You dare bring so many hooligans into our home?"

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Isabel is a young woman battling the aftermath of a devastating fire that left her orphaned and erased part of her memory. She suffers from trauma-induced panic attacks, especially around fire, and carries her pain in silence. With no clear past and nowhere to call home, she moves to the city in search of work and stability. When she lands a job as a fashion consultant for Giovanni Banderas, a cold, commanding CEO who refuses to fall in love, her world begins to shift. What she doesn’t know is that Giovanni’s father is the very man responsible for the destruction of her family, something Giovanni himself is unaware of. As their connection deepens, old enemies resurface. Lucas (Lulu), a charming friend who turned to a rival with a dark agenda, sets his eyes on Isabel both for love and revenge. The company Isabel works for was built on betrayal, stolen shares, and buried secrets some of which belong to her. With the help of Juan, a police officer and friend, the truth slowly unravels. Loyalties are tested, hearts are broken, and Isabel is forced to confront her trauma, her past, and the fire that never stopped burning. In a world where power hides the darkest sins, can love survive?

Billionaire Mystery Romance

7.6

Breaking The Billionaire's Golden Cage

7.6

I spent three years as the hidden mistress of Wall Street tyrant Damon Vaughn. Our no-strings arrangement meant I was his to command, a secret he kept locked away in the dark. Then I saw the Instagram post. It was Damon, raising a champagne glass with his perfect high-society fiancée, the caption hinting that wedding bells were just around the corner. I ended it that night, leaving his black card on his nightstand and blocking his number for good. But a man like Damon doesn't accept being told no. He retaliated by buying the entire building my tech startup was in. He cornered me on the street, slamming his fist into my car's hood, his face a mask of terrifying rage. He was a possessive monster, planning his perfect marriage while refusing to release me from my cage. The humiliation of being his disposable secret burned hotter than my anger. To finally break him, I lied about having a blind date. But the lie became a terrifying reality when my mother forced me into that exact date. Now, Damon has kidnapped me, and as he shoves me out of his car in front of the restaurant, his voice is a low, dangerous whisper meant only for me. "Remember who you belong to."

Billionaire Horror Romance

8.2

Cruel Paradise - A Mafia Romance

8.2

What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss.... And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re, uhh…"thinking" about them. Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell. After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief. So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do. Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole, who’s ruining my life. That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous. Tonight, fantasies of him are just what I need to push me over the edge. But when I look down at my phone squished next to me, there it is. A voicemail for seven minutes and 32 seconds.... Sent to Ruslan Oryolov. I panic and throw my phone across the room. But there is no undoing the damage done by my very vocal O. So what can I do? My plan was to just avoid him and act like it never happened. Besides, no one that busy checks their voicemails, right? But when he schedules a one-on-one meeting with me for exactly seven minutes and 32 seconds, one thing is for certain: He. Heard. Everything. Cruel Paradise is Book One of the Oryolov Bratva duet. Ruslan and Emma’s story concludes in Book Two, Cruel Promise.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

7.2

Falling For My Cold Billionaire Captor

7.2

Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt. Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake. After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust. Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders. Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her? But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet. "Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever." He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.5

His Wife By Midnight

8.5

‎Mia Carter never believed her life could fall apart in a single night. ‎Her mother is dying, the bills are impossible, and every door she knocks on is slammed in her face. ‎ ‎Then Damon Black appears cold, wealthy, untouchable. ‎A man feared by enemies and adored by the media. ‎A man who offers her the one thing she desperately needs: ‎A marriage contract. ‎No love. ‎No emotions. ‎No photos. ‎No public appearances. ‎ ‎Just one year as his hidden wife... in exchange for saving her mother's life. ‎ ‎Mia thinks she can handle it. ‎She thinks she can sign her name and walk away untouched. ‎But everything changes the moment she is accidentally photographed beside him. ‎ ‎Now the world believes she is Damon Black's real wife and his enemies believe it too. ‎ ‎The fake marriage becomes dangerous. ‎The rules break. ‎Desire wakes. ‎And Damon's cold eyes begin to burn with a possessive obsession he can't hide anymore. ‎ ‎But behind Damon's protection lies a truth darker than his past... ‎and a secret that might destroy the only love Mia has ever known. ‎ ‎He married her with a contract. ‎But he will keep her with obsession.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE

8.6

He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.

Billionaire Modern Romance

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