Divorcing The Tycoon: The Genius Designer
For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher.
But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER.
He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch.
"If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked."
The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress.
When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together.
In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn.
Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding.
Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family.
But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel.
She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer.
Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company.
This time, she wasn't going to beg.
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Chapter 1
Aletha sat in the cramped breakroom of Fairview Medical Center, staring blankly at the styrofoam cup in her hands.
She took a sip of the black coffee. It was ice-cold and tasted like battery acid, but she swallowed it down, desperate to wash away the exhaustion of a grueling twelve-hour surgical shift. Her muscles ached with a dull, throbbing rhythm.
The breakroom door flew open, hitting the wall with a loud smack.
Chloe, the ER charge nurse, stood in the doorway, breathless.
"Dr. Ward! We have a Board of Directors level VIP in room one. They need an attending right now."
Aletha pressed her thumb hard against her aching brow bone. She stood up, her joints popping, and pulled her white coat over her shoulders. She walked out into the harsh, fluorescent-lit corridor, her sensible shoes squeaking against the linoleum.
She pushed open the heavy door to VIP Room 1.
A white medical privacy screen blocked her immediate view of the examination bed.
"It's okay. I'm right here. You're safe."
The low, gentle baritone voice drifting from behind the screen made Aletha's lungs seize. The air in her throat vanished. She knew that voice better than her own heartbeat.
She stepped around the screen.
Her tall, broad-shouldered husband, Kristopher, was sitting on the edge of the examination bed. He had a woman pulled tightly against his chest.
Dinah Caldwell.
Dinah's eyes were red and swollen. She trembled like a frightened deer, shrinking into the safety of Kristopher's expensive suit jacket.
Kristopher lifted his head. The moment his eyes locked onto Aletha, the tender warmth in his gaze vanished, instantly replaced by a layer of biting frost.
Chloe stepped up from behind Aletha and handed over the metal clipboard. The clatter of the clip breaking the suffocating silence in the room.
Aletha took a deep breath. The sharp smell of antiseptic filled her nose, helping her push down the burning sensation behind her eyes. She flipped open the chart with mechanical precision.
She walked toward the bed.
"I need you to step aside so I can examine the patient's wrist," Aletha said, her voice completely devoid of emotion.
Kristopher's jaw tightened. He took a half-step back, but his large hand remained protectively cupped over Dinah's shoulder.
Aletha turned to the rolling medical cart. She pulled a pair of sterile gloves from the box and snapped them over her fingers. The rubber made a sharp, clinical sound in the quiet room.
She reached out and took hold of Dinah's slender wrist. She examined the skin. It was a minor scratch, barely an inch long, not even deep enough to require stitches.
Suddenly, Dinah let out a loud, exaggerated gasp of pain and violently yanked her arm back.
Kristopher reacted instantly. He swung his arm out and shoved Aletha hard in the shoulder.
Caught off guard by the force of her husband's hand, Aletha stumbled backward. Her spine slammed heavily into the metal instrument cart.
The cart crashed against the wall with a deafening metallic roar. The noise completely swallowed the sharp hiss of pain that escaped Aletha's lips.
Kristopher stood tall, glaring down at her.
"Are you incompetent, Dr. Ward? You can't even manage basic pressure on a patient?" he snapped, his voice lashing out like a whip.
A dull, radiating pain spread up Aletha's spine. She bit down hard on her back teeth and stared straight into her husband's cold, unforgiving eyes.
Dinah tugged gently on the cuff of Kristopher's bespoke suit.
"Kris, please don't be mad at the doctor. I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt me," Dinah whispered, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.
Aletha lowered her eyelashes. She picked up an iodine swab from the tray.
"This is a standard disinfection procedure," Aletha stated flatly.
Ignoring the murderous glare Kristopher was shooting at the side of her head, she firmly grabbed Dinah's wrist again and quickly swabbed the scratch.
She slapped a piece of medical tape over the wound with efficient speed. She peeled off her gloves and tossed them perfectly into the red biohazard bin in the corner.
"If you ever handle her like that again, I will personally go to the board and have your medical license revoked," Kristopher warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
Aletha kept her face completely blank. She signed the bottom of the chart, turned on her heel, and walked out of the room. She kept her spine perfectly straight.
The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind her, she turned the corner into the emergency stairwell.
Her legs gave out. She slumped against the freezing concrete wall.
Her hands shook violently. She couldn't stop them. Her mind was entirely consumed by the image of her husband offering another woman the ultimate, tender protection he had never once shown her.
Hours later, the clock struck 2 AM.
Aletha dragged her exhausted body out of the elevator and swiped her keycard to enter the pitch-black Manhattan penthouse.
She reached out and flicked on the wall sconce.
Before her eyes could adjust to the sudden light, a large figure lunged from the shadows. Kristopher grabbed her by the arms and slammed her back against the heavy oak door.
"Did you run to my grandfather and tell him about tonight?" he demanded, his breath hot and furious against her face.
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This book is strictly for a mature audience only. Reader's discretion is advised.
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It's his son. The revelation that Ace Wendell, the one boy in school that she's always fantasized about, the boy she's secretly loved from afar, is now her stepson.
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8.3
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They both succeeded in making her fall off the terrace which unfortunately made her lose the pregnancy and her life.
Few months later..
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7.5
After her father's gambling debts put a target on her back, Elara Vance is sold at a private auction to the most feared man in the city: Julian Blackwood, the ruthless heir to a dark empire. But Julian doesn't want a maid or a lover-he wants a "pet." Stripped of her autonomy and forced into a gilded cage, Elara must survive Julian's cruel games and shifting moods. As a dark attraction ignites, she realizes she is a piece in a much deadlier game of revenge. To survive, she must play the pet-while secretly planning to bring the Young Master to his knees.
7.9
On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call.
He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar.
In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave.
But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund.
They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime.
I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess.
The only person who showed me any mercy—draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial—was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door.
This time, I didn't shed a single tear.
I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street.
"The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."
8.3
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Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous.
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8.8
BLURB
He was the broken boy that everyone made fun of.
She was the courageous girl who came to his rescue.
Cassian Vale would never forget the brave young girl who told him that light could still be reflected from broken glass and stood between him and cruelty.
She became the dream that carried him through a lifetime of pain, the miracle he promised himself he would one day find again.
But fate is cruel with its reunions.
Years later, Liora Ashford returns to his world not as the radiant beauty he remembers, but as a woman marked by scars and silence, her once celebrated face altered by a tragic accident.
When she takes a job at Vale Dominion Holdings, she discovers the boy she once saved has become a cold, powerful CEO and he doesn't recognise her.
Terrified of what he might see, Liora hides in the shadows. But when he mistakes her beautiful best friend for his childhood savior, the cruelest betrayal unfolds.
The woman who stole her identity now stands by his side, bathing in the love that should have been hers.
As lies deepen, enemies rise, and the world turns vicious, Liora must decide if she is brave enough to reveal the truth, while Cassian must confront whether he fell in love with a memory... or the woman fate tried to erase.
In a world that values perfection, will love recognize the scarred truth or remain blinded by beautiful illusion?
Genre: Billionaire contemporary romance,Drama Fiction.
Key Tropes:Mistaken identity ,Ceo obsession, rejection , betrayal /twisted love, cold billionaire, love beyond appearance, stolen Identity, envy-driven Deceit, hostile corporate rivalry