Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return
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I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return Chapter 1
The chime of the private elevator cuts through the quiet of the Manhattan penthouse.
Katerina pushes herself off the plush sofa, her hand instinctively coming to rest on the heavy, eight-month swell of her stomach. A nervous energy shot through her. Maybe tonight. Maybe tonight he would finally listen. Cayden is home.
She walks toward the foyer, the cold marble seeping through her socks. "Cayden, you're back late. The baby was kicking so hard tonight, I think he-"
The heavy oak doors swing open. The smile dies on her lips.
Cayden strides into the apartment, bringing the freezing December draft with him. His eyes, usually the color of warm amber, are frozen over. He looks at her not like a husband looking at his pregnant wife, but like a man inspecting a rotting carcass on the side of the road.
Simon Hayes, his executive assistant, steps in right behind him. Simon's face is pale, his posture rigid.
"Cayden?" Katerina's voice falters. Her heart performs a painful stutter in her chest.
Cayden doesn't say a word. He stops three feet away from her, his jaw ticking-a hard, rhythmic pulse of pure fury. He snaps his fingers.
Simon steps forward and drops a sealed manila envelope onto the glass coffee table. The slap of the paper against the glass sounds like a gunshot in the silent room.
"Open it," Cayden orders. His voice is devoid of any human warmth. It is a blade pressing against her throat.
Katerina's hands start to shake. She waddles to the table, her fingertips numb as she tears the seal. She pulls out a crisp stack of papers. The logo of a premier genetics lab sits at the top. It's a prenatal DNA test.
She flips to the final page. Her eyes scan the bold black ink at the bottom.
Probability of Paternity: 0.00%.
All the air is violently sucked from the room. Katerina's lungs forget how to expand. The paper slips from her trembling fingers, fluttering to the floor.
"No," she gasps, her throat constricting. "No, Cayden, this is wrong. This is a mistake."
She reaches out, her fingers brushing the sleeve of his tailored wool coat.
Cayden violently jerks his arm away. The force of his rejection sends her stumbling backward. Her hip collides hard with the edge of the sofa. Pain shoots up her spine, but it is nothing compared to the agony ripping through her chest.
"Don't touch me," he snarls, his upper lip curling in disgust. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Did you think you could pass off another man's child as the heir to the Merritt family?"
"I have never been with anyone else!" Katerina screams, tears spilling over her lashes, burning her cold cheeks. "It's yours! He is yours! Someone is setting me up!"
"Shut up!" Cayden's voice booms, vibrating the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Carmella warned me about you. She said you would deny everything. You destroyed her life, and now you expect me to raise the product of your filthy affairs?"
Katerina shakes her head frantically, her wet hair sticking to her face. Carmella. It's Carmella. The woman who had been clinging to Cayden, playing the victim, orchestrating this entire nightmare.
"She lied to you," Katerina begs, her voice cracking. "Cayden, please, look at me. Look at your wife."
Cayden's eyes are dead. He snaps his fingers toward the open doorway again.
A man in a dark suit steps into the penthouse, carrying a sleek black medical case. A private doctor.
"This is a sedative," Cayden says, his voice eerily smooth as he addresses her panic. "You're hysterical. The doctor will help you calm down." He shoots a cold, commanding look at the man in the dark suit. The doctor hesitates for a fraction of a second, his hand trembling slightly as he walks to the kitchen island. He pours a glass of water, his eyes averted, and extracts a single, chalky white pill from a blister pack.
Katerina's stomach drops so fast she feels physically sick. Her hands fly to her belly, shielding her unborn child.
"What are you doing?" she whispers, her vocal cords paralyzed with terror. She backs away, her spine hitting the freezing glass of the window. There is nowhere left to run.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards," Cayden says, his tone conversational, which makes it infinitely more terrifying. "Get rid of it."
"No!" Katerina shrieks. "I'll leave! I'll sign the divorce papers! I won't take a single cent! Just let me keep my baby!"
Cayden doesn't even blink. He nods to the two massive bodyguards waiting in the hall.
They step in, their heavy boots thudding against the floor. They grab Katerina by the shoulders, their massive hands bruising her skin.
Katerina thrashes wildly. Her foot kicks out, shattering a crystal vase on the side table. Water and roses spill across the floor. "Don't touch me! Cayden, please! He's yours!"
Cayden walks up to her. He reaches out and grips her jaw. His fingers dig into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. The smell of his cedar cologne makes her gag.
"Swallow it," he commands.
The doctor steps up, placing the bitter white pill on her tongue, immediately following it with a splash of water.
Cayden clamps his hand over her mouth, pinching her nose shut.
Katerina thrashes, her lungs burning, her eyes wide with absolute, primal terror. She holds her breath until black spots dance in her vision. Her chest heaves. Her body demands oxygen.
She swallows.
Cayden releases her. She collapses onto the carpet, coughing and choking, her hands desperately clutching her stomach as the poison begins its work. Cayden stands over her, watching her break, his face an impenetrable mask of ice.
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
8.8
On the anniversary of my mother's death, my father, the Alpha, threw a lavish wedding to marry a woman only four years older than me.
My new stepmother publicly humiliated me, stomped on my hand, and shattered the only necklace my mother left me.
When I confronted her, my father slapped me across the face and ordered me to respect my new Luna.
Heartbroken and furious, I publicly disowned them all.
In retaliation, my father sentenced me to death the very next morning.
He offered me as a tribute to the cursed Lycan King—a monster whose beast savagely tore apart every she-wolf sent to his bed.
My family watched with smug satisfaction as I was locked in an iron cage and dragged away, discarded like defective trash simply because I was born wolfless.
I was supposed to be ripped to shreds on my first night in the pitch-black castle.
But as I stood in the King's dark chamber, bracing for the bloody end, nothing happened.
The terrifying beast just sat in the shadows, staring at me in absolute confusion.
That was when the horrifying truth of his curse clicked in my mind.
His madness was triggered by the spiritual scent of an inner wolf. And I was completely wolfless.
The very defect that made my family throw me away was my ultimate, impenetrable shield.
I wasn't going to die here.
I was going to survive, use this terrifying King, and make my family regret the day they ever cast me out.
