When His Assistant Tried to Steal My Empire, I Took Everything

Justin's new secretary drove him home late at night. "Hey, Genevieve, Justin had too much to drink while trying to protect me from the wine. Would you mind taking care of him for me?" She wore Justin's tailored suit jacket over her shoulders, her defiant gaze clear and unwavering. Justin leaned against her, slightly tipsy, a faint lipstick stain visible on his white shirt. Suddenly, it hit me. I had taught Justin how to climb to the top. I never taught him how to fall gracefully. --- I woke up in the middle of the night to find Justin still hadn’t come home. This was unexpected; my eyes slowly opened, emerging from the fog of sleep. In three years of marriage, this had never happened before.

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Justin looked up at me, reaching out instinctively.

"Genevieve, I've got such a headache..."

I stepped back, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.

Makenna quickly moved forward and caught him, shooting me a look of disapproval.

"Genevieve, you live in luxury, spending large sums. As his wife, why don't you appreciate how hard Justin works?

"Without his efforts, could you enjoy this life of comfort?

"I really feel for Justin."

I met her gaze with an indifferent expression. She took a few steps back, still clinging to my husband.

"Makenna Perkins, is it? May I ask, on what basis and with what authority are you feeling sorry for my husband?"

Makenna's face flushed, and her neck stiffened, leaving her unable to reply.

Turning away, I addressed Frederick:

"Frederick, the gentleman has had too much to drink. Could you bring some coffee to help him sober up?"

Frederick, who had been standing by, stepped forward at my direction and separated Justin from Makenna.

A servant brought the coffee, spilling a bit on Justin's face.

Amidst Makenna's shriek, Justin gradually came to himself.

He rose unsteadily, reaching toward me with urgency.

"Genevieve, let me explain."

Justin edged closer but stopped short, wary of the coffee stains on him.

"Genevieve, I've done nothing to betray you."

I raised an eyebrow:

"Nothing yet? Or haven't had the opportunity?"

Makenna suddenly wedged herself between Justin and me.

Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice thick with emotion:

"Justin, when the clients pressured me to drink tonight, you promised me a promotion tomorrow.

"Is that something you need to discuss with Genevieve first?"

Justin's expression hardened.

Tears spilled from Makenna's eyes like a broken string of pearls.

She covered her face and crouched down slowly.

"I'm sorry, Justin. I know I've crossed a line. But I just want to make it in this city."

Justin was silent for a moment.

I knew he was likely recalling his own struggles in earlier days.

As expected, he gently reached out to pat her head.

"This is a minor decision. I'll handle it.

"For now, go back; I'll sort out the promotion tomorrow."

Makenna smiled through her tears, shot me a triumphant look, and rose to leave.

I stopped her.

"Makenna Perkins, is it?

"A bit of advice.

"Justin's white shirt can bear only my lipstick.

"And the blood of our adversaries."

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On Thanksgiving, my husband suggested a night skiing trip, and along the way, we picked up his "blast from the past." What was meant to be a romantic getaway for two suddenly became an awkward trio. Sensing my frustration, Legacy Clark tried to ease my mind with a smile, "Estrella, don't overthink it. I'm just doing this as a favor for her brother." But Arabella Elliott, a skiing novice, refused to hire an instructor and instead begged Legacy for lessons. Without hesitation, he started giving her private coaching. As expected, Arabella lost control and crashed into me, despite my pregnancy. Her ski pole pierced my abdomen, leaving me in a pool of blood, my life hanging by a thread. Meanwhile, Legacy didn't even glance my way, his focus entirely on comforting Arabella, who’d merely taken a minor spill. In that instant, I realized this marriage was beyond saving. As I lay on the ground, feeling the blood drain from my body, Legacy was oblivious. His attention was solely on soothing the teary-eyed Arabella.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

Divorce After Hotel Drama

8.4

The Miami sun beat down on my skin as I stepped out of the taxi, my Louboutins clicking against the marble entrance of the Grand Meridian Hotel. I'd spent the entire flight imagining Braxton's surprise when he saw me—his wife of seven years, arriving unannounced to spice up his extended business trip. "Mrs. Evans," the doorman greeted me with a smile, recognizing me from previous visits. I nodded, adjusting the sleeve of my Chanel jacket. "Is my husband in his suite? I'd like to surprise him." "He's not in the building at the moment, ma'am. But you're welcome to wait in the lobby or head up to your suite." Disappointment flickered through me, but I maintained my composure. "I'll wait in the lobby, thank you." The hotel lobby was a testament to Evans Corporation's success—all gleaming marble and crystal chandeliers. I'd helped Braxton secure this property three years ago, leveraging my family connections to get us a favorable deal.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

Love unspeakable

8.7

Note that the famale lead real name is isabella,not Mirabel.It was corrected to isabella in chapter two. Love unspeakable volume one (part one). Novel synopsis Betrayed and abandoned by James, who is deceived into believing she is a prostitute, Isabella Laurent loses everything including love, trust, and family wealth. Alone and heartbroken, she meets Frederick, a billionaire scarred by betrayal, who helps her rediscover love and faith. As their bond grows, Isabella rises in Frederick's company, turning heartbreak into power, intelligence, and influence. But darkness lingers. Janet and Lydia, jealous of Isabella's strength, murdered her father and stole his fortune. Now, they fear her ascent and plot her downfall. Veronica, Frederick's cunning ex, returns with a child and falsified DNA tests, attempting to claim him. Frederick resists, but can he protect Isabella from a web of lies, deceit, and danger? Will Isabella reclaim her father's legacy? Can love survive amidst betrayal and ambition? And who truly watches from the shadows, ready to strike when least expected?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

Playboy Tycoon's Purchased BRIDE

9.0

To obey his grandfather’s order, the playboy tycoon Seth Cohen had to marry the socialite and sole heiress Evonne Largent. They tied the knot and lived together under a loveless matrimony. She was obliged to marry the hottest CEO Seth Cohen to save their fallen business empire after her father fell into compulsive gambling, driving them to the verge of bankruptcy. Seth had no plan of getting entangled with his stunning and sexy wife, but every time he glanced at her, his body throbs, and he was drawn away. Evonne will do everything to stay away from him and pretend she’s not affected by the oozing sex appeal of her hot billionaire husband; however, her heart beats faster every time he is around. **** She saw the muscles move in his jaw, and she knew he was pissed. “Care to explain? Make sure it’s believable.” Seth’s voice carried a hot temper. There was a picture of her dancing on the tabletop, and Toby beside her was shirtless while Sally poured beer bottoms up straight to their mouths. “What’s there to explain?” “You’re married now,” He growled at her, throwing sharp glances. “Miss me with that bullshit.” She stood up and barely contained her anger. “There is a certain public image that needs to be maintained. You need to understand that.” He muttered sternly. “Oh, please, I’m not going to stand here drinking the dirty water you give me as you indulge yourself in the purest of wines.”

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.5

Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Wedding Day

7.5

I lay paralyzed in a luxury Swiss clinic, my body a heavy sack of meat I no longer controlled. The heart monitor’s rhythmic beep was the only thing louder than the silence, a mocking countdown to my inevitable end. My fiancé, Jordan, walked in looking impeccable in the custom suit I had bought him for his birthday. He wasn't alone; my best friend, Chloe, followed him into the room, wearing the vintage Givenchy dress I had saved for our anniversary gala. Jordan didn't look like a grieving man; he looked bored as he held up a blue folder confirming that my family's offshore trust had finally cleared. Chloe giggled, leaning over me to ask if I finally realized it was the engagement wine she had spiked seven days ago. Jordan brushed a cold hand over my forehead, calling me a "perfect little asset" before pulling Chloe into a hungry kiss right over my dying body. To ensure there was no turning back, he pulled out a silver lighter and set my living will on fire, watching the only document that could have saved me turn to ash. I tried to scream, to curse them both to hell for stealing my life and my legacy, but all that came out was a wet, rattling wheeze. My own father, I would later learn, had known about the takeover and chose the profit over his own daughter's life. As the darkness swallowed me whole, I made a silent, desperate promise: if there was anything after this, I would come back and destroy every single one of them. I gasped, my body jerking upright as air rushed into my lungs like liquid fire. I wasn't in Switzerland, and there was no poison in my veins. I was back in my Manhattan bedroom, staring at a phone that read June 12—the morning of the wedding, the day I was supposed to die, and the day I decided to burn their world to the ground.

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9.2

Reborn Queen: The Billionaire's Dangerous Asset

9.2

I died as the "Queen," an elite assassin who leveled criminal syndicates, only to wake up in a damp trailer smelling of rot and stale tobacco. My new body belonged to Arleen Brewer, a malnourished teenager with a failing heart and a life defined by systemic poverty. A flickering blue light in my mind identified itself as a System, offering a devil's bargain: survive this life, and I could resurrect my dead brother, Dusty. To earn his return, I had to endure my alcoholic stepfather’s rage and a body so weak it struggled to even stand. At my elite prep school, the rich kids treated me like a walking corpse, covering my desk in trash and mocking my heart condition. Even my fiancé, Shen Wenyu, publicly branded me as "unstable" and stood by while the school's golden boy tried to humiliate me. They expected me to wither away, but they didn't realize a wolf was now wearing the sheep's skin. I shattered the bully’s nose with a metal tray and tore up my engagement contract in front of a stunned auditorium, only to be met with immediate threats of lawsuits and expulsion. I didn't understand how the original Arleen survived this suffocating injustice without breaking, but as the Queen, I was ready to turn this school into a war zone. Then Hale Clemons, the most dangerous man in the city, cornered me outside the principal's office. He saw through my mask, realizing his very presence was the only thing keeping my failing heart from stopping. "I’m not buying your loyalty," he said, handing me a gold-embossed card. "I’m investing in a weapon." I took the deal, ready to use his power to bring my brother back and bury everyone who ever looked down on Arleen Brewer.

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