Dumped By Ex Married To CEO
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Celine loves her lover Zack very much. It was so deep that he was willing to introduce her to his father. All he got was a wound. Zack suddenly turned cold, walked away for no reason, then had the heart to return his longing with a rude attitude.
When a status on social media reveals Zack's dark side, which is hungry for women and money, Celine's heart is broken.
What's more surprising is that none of this is a coincidence. Zack wanted to destroy it. But in the midst of the destruction, there was one person who stood silently behind Celine, Arlend. The man who had been harboring feelings, was not willing to see Celine fall too deep.
Just as Celine is about to end her life on the city bridge, Arlend arrives. He saved Celine's body and possibly her soul. From that day on, Arlend vowed never to leave Celine alone again.
But Celine's wound was not finished. When Adiwangsa was threatened with bankruptcy, his position as leader was shaken. And when he chooses to secretly marry Arlend, Zack's shadow hasn't really gone from Celine's side.
How can Celine deal with all this? Between the past, and the man who is now with her.
Dumped By Ex Married To CEO Chapter 1
There was no longer any warm pile of french fries served on the plate. That fried snack remained untouched, still whole.
"Cel, why are you daydreaming? What's wrong?" Jenny asked worriedly, placing her hand on Celine's shoulder.
"Is there a problem?" Tiffany chimed in, sensing that Celine was holding something back. It wasn't like Celine to space out like this.
Celine lowered her head, hiding her tear-filled eyes. She looked up at her two best friends. "I... miss Zack," she whispered, her voice weak. Her heart pounded, struggling to contain the longing.
Jenny and Tiffany exchanged glances.
"Zack again? Still no word from him?" Jenny asked as if this wasn't the first time. Something felt different now.
Celine nodded weakly. "His number's not active. It's been over two days. I've sent him countless texts, but all of them failed to go through. I just hope he's okay, if he's really that busy lecturing at campus."
"Take it easy, Cel. Don't overthink it," Tiffany said, trying to calm Celine's growing panic. "Maybe once he's less busy, he-" Before Tiffany could finish, Celine cut her off.
"Busy? Or just no signal? We're in a modern age, Tiffany. Surely he could send one chat in a day. I'm just... worried. What woman wouldn't be? Once you're comfortable, once you care, once you love-you need reassurance!" Celine's voice rose slightly. She was frustrated, disagreeing with what Tiffany had said.
"And... I'm jealous of you both. You're always texted back, loved, celebrated. Meanwhile, me? Hah, I only felt all of that at the beginning. It hurts! Is this what falling in love is-just temporary?" All the emotions Celine had been suppressing finally broke through. Without realizing it, tears streamed down her cheeks.
"But... didn't you already introduce Zack to your parents? He must be serious about you-Om Adiwangsa has high hopes for him," Jenny reasoned, trying to reassure Celine that everything would be fine.
Tiffany's phone rang. She answered the call, and her face-once calm-instantly turned pale. She pulled the phone away from her ear as if the voice on the other end had dealt her a crushing blow.
"Wh...what? My mom got into an accident?" Tiffany screamed in shock. Her eyes immediately welled up. Her grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles turning white. Her mind raced, imagining the worst-case scenario. She prayed her mother would be okay.
Tiffany looked at Jenny and Celine. She stood up from her chair. "I'm sorry, I have to go to the hospital," she said coldly, her voice trembling with unshed tears.
"Cel, maybe you should head home too? I want to follow Tiffany to the hospital," Jenny said uneasily. She couldn't let Tiffany go through this alone-Tiffany needed support, strength.
"Y-yeah, I'll head back to the office too. I'll go now, Jen," Celine said, excusing herself. She felt guilty. This wasn't the time to be selfish. Things had gotten complicated-Zack's silence and now Tiffany's mother's accident.
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Footsteps echoed through the hospital corridor as Jenny ran, searching for Tiffany in the waiting area. Finally, she spotted her-leaning against the wall, staring blankly into space.
"H-how's your mom?" Jenny asked nervously, sitting down beside Tiffany.
Tiffany remained silent.
"Tiffany? You can hear me, right?" Jenny tried again. She could tell something was wrong from Tiffany's stillness.
But then, a doctor stepped out of the room.
Tiffany immediately stood and bombarded him with questions. "How is my mother? Is she okay? She'll recover, right, Doctor?"
The doctor sighed, and the sound alone made Tiffany's heart race. She wasn't ready.
"I'm sorry, but your mother has fallen into a coma. Her condition is critical. Please be patient, and pray for a miracle. Excuse me." The doctor delivered the devastating news and walked away.
Tiffany covered her mouth, her tears breaking free. Jenny immediately pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her fragile frame close.
Jenny herself was swept up in Tiffany's grief. "Shh... your mom is strong. She'll make it."
Meanwhile, at the other end of the dark hospital corridor, a man paced in confusion, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He bit his fingernail, anxiety and fear hitting him hard.
"Damn it! Why did I have to hit that woman!" He shouted angrily. It was his fault-speeding recklessly just to avoid traffic.
"Argh! I don't care! What matters is I don't have to pay damages." He planted his hands on his hips, a smug smile curving on his lips.
Click.
The voice recording had finished. A figure dressed entirely in black, standing from behind the wall, slipped the phone back into their pocket.
Having finished recording the confession, the figure-hood pulled over their head-curled their lips into an arrogant smile. They pulled out a photograph.
"Just wait. I'll have my revenge. Your life will never be at peace." After muttering that, they quickly shoved the photo back into their pocket and hurried away, unknowingly dropping something behind.
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Grabbing her phone, Celine checked the last message she had sent. She let out a tired sigh. Zack still hadn't come online. Cold sweat beaded on her back. Her thoughts spiraled into dark speculation.
"What if Zack just... disappeared?" Celine muttered, shaking her head. No. That couldn't be.
That afternoon, Celine still had four documents piled on her desk to finish. She was almost done. She'd be going home soon.
"You're still not done?" A familiar deep voice. A tall man in a black suit-Adiwangsa, her father.
"It's already late afternoon, and you're the only one still in the office. Why is your performance so slow?" Adiwangsa asked, half irritated. He hadn't been able to leave because Celine hadn't finished the documents.
"Be patient, Father. I'm trying-" Before she could finish, Adiwangsa cut her off.
"Trying? You're useless, Celine! Aren't you embarrassed? Even an intern can finish ten documents in three hours. And you?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at her with disdain. "You're far behind them!"
"If this continues, don't ever expect to inherit this company, Celine! Or maybe-are you deliberately ruining the family reputation over some worthless man?" Adiwangsa accused, his anger simmering. Zack had clearly clouded Celine's judgment to this extent.
Celine's slender fingers clutched the documents tightly, channeling her frustration. Her position was at stake. Inheriting Adiwangsa Property had always been her dream.
"Why do you keep comparing me to an intern?" Her gaze was filled with disappointment. This was the first time Adiwangsa had spoken to her like this-not encouraging her, but belittling her abilities.
"I just don't understand who you've become, Celine. You used to be fast, professional-never this slow. What's going on? What are you even thinking about?" Adiwangsa's breath came fast and heavy.
Celine stayed silent.
"It's your boyfriend, isn't it?" Adiwangsa guessed, as if he could read her mind.
"Don't just blame Zack, Father!" Celine snapped, standing from her chair. But she knew what Adiwangsa said was partly true-she couldn't focus because she'd been too preoccupied thinking about Zack.
"I don't care! If you stay like this, don't expect me to give my blessing or accept Zack!" Adiwangsa delivered his painful ultimatum, then turned and walked away, slamming the door behind him.
Celine clenched her fists. Damn it. There was no way she was losing Adiwangsa Property.
Her phone buzzed. She grabbed it from the desk. An unknown number.
Curious, Celine opened the message-there was a photo attached.
The image loaded, revealing the face of the man she had been longing for.
**Unknown Number**
[Photo of Zack]
Zack is fine.
That place... Celine recognized it. So Zack hadn't disappeared after all.
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Dumped By Ex Married To CEO of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.0
The craziest thing I've ever done was let a dangerous man touch me, and not pull away.
"Trust me."
Words like that could mess you up in this line of work. Then he did something I didn't expect, he stretched out a hand. Even I knew when not to doubt a helping hand.
I sighed. Well, roadkill it is then.
I clasped his hand and his firm grip pulled me up out of the line of fire.
***
Cake Coogan survives by her fists and her fury, spending her life fighting in underground rings to keep herself and her mother alive. But one stolen payout, one stranger's intervention, and one accidental bag switch drops her into the crosshairs of Nico Vescari.
Nico Vescari; mafia heir, feared and ruthless, a man who kills with a steady pulse-wants his money back. What he gets instead is Cake: the girl with the iron fists, mismatched eyes, and a journal he should never have read. Fascinated, furious, and threatened by how she makes him feel, he gives her a choice that isn't a choice at all-marry him for a year... or lose the only family she has left.
Thrust into a world of blood feuds, monsters, and merciless mafia politics, Cake becomes both weapon and wife. She's pulled between power plays, underground fights, and a man whose touch feels like fire even when she swears she hates him. Nico's family is dangerous, his enemies worse, and his rules suffocating, but the most lethal thing between them is the feral desire none of them want. As bodies fall and alliances burn, Cake is forced to choose between revenge and the man who has broken her, protected her, and ruined her life in equal measure.
In a story of obsession, betrayal, and savage love, only the strongest survive.
And Cake Coogan is not prey.
9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
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."
8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
9.0
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.
I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.
The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.
Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.
The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.
I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.
Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.
He chose to sacrifice me to save face.
"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."
He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.
He thought he was showing strength.
He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg.
I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.
Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers."
"And send the wolves."
