Follow
Chapters
Share
After the divorce, I became the heartthrob of the handsome pilot. Novel Cover

After the divorce, I became the heartthrob of the handsome pilot.

Joyce, a prodigious inventor, never imagined she would be interested in anything beyond her research. That was until she met Zayne, a remarkably talented individual, at the research facility. She believed she had found true love and pursued him with all her heart, eventually achieving her dream. However, within a few years, Zayne encountered someone else who ignited his desire for a challenge-an elusive and captivating individual. Just as Joyce had once pursued him, he now pursued this new interest relentlessly, even at the cost of hurting her. After numerous betrayals and schemes, Joyce's heart finally broke. She decided to divorce and leave the research facility. Only then did Zayne realize he had been nothing more than a mere tool in someone else's game. Desperate to win her back, he discovered that Joyce had already found new happiness with someone else...
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

After Joyce finished her words, she fainted again.

She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. When she suddenly awoke, she saw Zayne standing beside her bed.

"Zayne..." Before she could finish speaking, she saw him pick up the black box she had protected with her life and shatter it with great force.

He even ground it under his foot to ensure it was completely destroyed.

Joyce struggled to reach out her hand and wanted to stop him, but her arm throbbed with pain, and her heart ached even more.

Watching Zayne leave, she got out of bed with difficulty and followed him to another hospital room.

As a pilot, Zayne always cherished his hands, but there he was, peeling an apple with a fruit knife.

"Kacie, don't worry. I've destroyed the evidence," he said. "No one will know that the aircraft accident was caused by you after you accidentally pressed the wrong button, which led to engine failure."

Joyce's lips parted slightly as her thoughts drifted back to three years ago.

At that time, she had been falsely accused by a competitor of being arrogant and neglecting to check the aircraft's parts, leading to the accident and the pilot's injury.

She was at a loss for words and was suspended from her position.

Every day, she endured the insults and accusations from the pilot's family.

When she was in despair, Zayne tirelessly searched for evidence and used his connections to help her.

On the day the truth was revealed, Zayne hugged her for the first time and promised always to protect her.

He was only kind to her once, but now he is showing his kindness easily to another woman.

Joyce gave a self-mocking smile as she looked into the hospital room, only to see Kacie gazing coldly at Zayne. "Mr. Miller, I know you only pursued me because of your bet with some other guys."

Zayne's eyes flickered with panic as he nervously held Kacie's hand. "Kacie, I admit I approached you because of that back then. But later, I truly fell in love with you. Only you have sparked my competitive spirit. I believe I will win you over someday."

Kacie broke free from his hand and said, "And how about your wife, Joyce?"

Zayne hesitated and then said, "She loves me and is nice to me, but her love comes too easily. It has no challenges. So I feel her love was just too dull."

Joyce's heart felt as if it were torn apart.

She forced herself back to her room, picked up her phone, and saw a message from Gerald. Her divorce proceedings with Zayne had begun.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief and replied to Gerald, "Zayne's Starship has my latest research technology. I want to take it with me."

After receiving Gerald's confirmation, Joyce set her phone aside and lay back down on the bed.

In the following days, Zayne visited her room every day.

But Joyce didn't want to see him. So when he was in her room, she was either pretending to be asleep or going out for fresh air.

Then she was summoned to attend the accident hearing, and she saw Zayne's stern face again.

He said, "As the pilot of the aircraft, I can clearly tell you that the primary cause of this accident was Joyce's violation of operating procedures. She relies on her reputation as a genius and becomes increasingly arrogant. Although Kacie and I tried to stop her, she forcibly increased the power, which led to engine failure and subsequently the accident."

Joyce never imagined that Zayne would put all the blame on her to protect Kacie.

Joyce said, "Mr. Miller, do you think you can have the real culprit escape punishment by destroying the black box? I've participated in countless flight tests and am thoroughly familiar with all the operations. It's impossible for me to make such a simple mistake." She took a deep breath and turned to meet Zayne's gaze. "Moreover, I risked everything to save the black box. If I truly wanted to escape punishment, I could have let it explode with the aircraft."

Zayne's eyes revealed guilt as he clenched his fists. As he was searching for a defense, Gerald raised a hand to stop him.

He said, "The black box was destroyed, and what happened on the plane that day still needs investigation. Today's meeting ends here. The results of the subsequent investigation will be distributed to everyone."

You may also like

The Almighty Heiress Unmasked: Divorce The Past, Inherit The World Novel Cover
7.7
Once the real heiress came back, Katherine was thrown out by her "parents" and ridiculed by her fiancé. She walked away-and claimed the dynasty that had been hers all along. With every mask stripped off, she shocked everyone. "Mysterious illnesses? I cured them." "Hacker attacks? Pathetic." "Luxury brands? I owned the design copyrights." Her former family demanded a fortune for "raising" her. Katherine huffed, "Keep dreaming!" Her ex begged to reunite. "Get lost. You weren't worthy of me." Meanwhile, a tycoon fell hard, thawing from aloof to devoted, finding new ways to pull her close.
Dangerous Desire: The CEO's Hidden Woman Novel Cover
8.1
Young, wild, and alluring, that's how everyone viewed Scarlett Morris. Most women hated her appearance because she possessed those qualities that drew men's attention towards her. Social media posts often defame and humiliate her personality, but she only shrugs her shoulders at it. Her main focus was to earn more money to support her needs and her twin brother's education. No matter how hard life threw at her, she rose above it and ignored gossip and humiliation, but people around her were vicious as their jealousy consumed their minds. She often ran into trouble, and someone out of her league became her savior. It was none other than the business mogul - Francis Sandler. Francis Sandler built a legendary empire with his business talent and extraordinary networking skills– he handled with absolute perfection both gangs and the government. He came from the wealthiest Sandler family of Irving City- and he's the CEO of T.B.S Empire. His deep secret was buried as danger evolved around it. He was accustomed that most women were crawling into his bed to warm his night. From his perspective, Scarlett was another young and wild woman who aimed for his fortune. Their destiny collided when, several times, Francis became Scarlett's savior. That moment Scarlett's enchanting beauty caught his attention, yet his painful and failed marriage reminded him that a beautiful woman is only a trophy to display. He offered her a tempting business transaction, giving her everything life has to offer and becoming his hidden woman.
Divorced By The Boss I Slept With Novel Cover
8.1
Arnetta had been married to a wealthy man for three years, but she had never even seen his face. After a wild night of drinking, she woke up in a hotel room next to a handsome, ruthless stranger. He coldly kicked her out, mocking her as just another desperate woman trying to sleep her way to the top. To her shock, she soon discovered the stranger was Brennan Kirkland—her firm's top-tier client and a legendary Wall Street billionaire. Hiding her true identity as a corporate spy, she manipulated her way into becoming his executive assistant to steal his data. During a business dinner, Arnetta received a humiliating text from her absent husband, demanding a divorce and calling her a greedy parasite. "He is a deadbeat coward who thinks money solves everything," Arnetta spat in anger. "A man who hides behind lawyers is weak," Brennan agreed coldly. He had absolutely no idea he was insulting his own actions, nor did he realize the wild, gold-digging wife he despised was sitting right across from him. The next day, her husband's legal team sent a brutal twenty-million-dollar settlement offer, threatening to ruin her if she didn't take the payoff and disappear. Staring at the degrading ultimatum, Arnetta's hands shook with blinding rage. She looked at Brennan, who was busy plotting to destroy his own wife, and a terrifyingly calm smile touched her lips. She wasn't just going to take the money; she was going to completely destroy him.
Ex-Wife's Corporate Takeover Novel Cover
8.7
The golden afternoon light streamed through the crystal chandeliers of our mansion's grand dining room, casting warm shadows across the faces of thirty guests gathered around James's Spider-Man themed birthday cake. I smoothed my silk dress and smiled as my five-year-old son bounced excitedly in his chair, his dark eyes—so much like mine—sparkling with pure joy. "Make a wish, sweetheart," I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. The familiar scent of vanilla frosting mixed with the expensive perfume of our guests, creating the perfect backdrop for what should have been a magical moment. Weston stood beside me, his hand resting on James's shoulder. For a fleeting second, I felt that old warmth—the illusion of the perfect family we'd cultivated for seven years. His charcoal suit was impeccable as always, his smile practiced and confident as he addressed our guests. "Before James blows out his candles," Weston began, his voice carrying that authoritative tone he used in board meetings, "I have an announcement to make." Something cold slithered down my spine. The way he said it—not warm, not celebratory. Clinical.
His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress Novel Cover
9.2
I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me. The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous. Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool." Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions. But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths.
Love's Shadow, A Billionaire's Tears Novel Cover
7.2
He broke my heart ninety-nine times, but it was the last one that finally killed my love for him. At his family's party, his new girl theatrically stumbled, pulling us both into the pool. My heavy gown dragged me down, and I gasped for air, reaching for him. But he shoved right past me. He saved her. Through the chlorinated water, I heard his voice, sharp and clear for everyone to hear. "Your life is no longer my problem." The world went silent. My love for him died in that pool. But the final humiliation came a week later, at a high-stakes poker game. He kissed her in front of everyone, a brutal, public execution of my worth. Then he looked straight at me, his voice booming across the silent room. "She's a much better kisser than you ever were." Later that night, I overheard him talking to his second-in-command. "I'll keep her around long enough to make Ellie jealous. Give it a few weeks. She'll come crawling back, begging me to take her back. She always does." My love, my pain, my heartbreak—it was all just a game to him. So I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I went home, opened my laptop, and applied to a university in New York. This wasn't a threat. This was a burial.