Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss
For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real.
That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment."
He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger.
"Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch.
He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered.
I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting.
My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed.
He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."
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Chapter 4
Camden William stood in the doorway.
The CEO of Vantage Group looked like a god of death in a bespoke charcoal suit. Several terrified executives hovered behind him.
Alex, Camden's executive assistant, stepped forward, his expression completely devoid of warmth. "Mr. Donovan," Alex said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Our executive board is conducting a highly sensitive meeting in the adjacent suite. The disruptive noise level emanating from your private dinner has become entirely unacceptable. Mr. William decided to personally ensure that our corporate partnerships were being... adequately managed."
Camden's eyes-cold, bottomless, and terrifyingly sharp-instantly locked onto Kaia sitting in the corner.
He saw her rigid posture. He saw her defensive distance.
Eric Donovan leaped out of his chair. His predatory sneer morphed into a pathetic, fawning grin.
"Mr. William!" Eric practically tripped over the carpet, extending his hand across the table. "What an honor!"
Camden ignored the hand completely.
He walked into the room. The sheer physical dominance of his presence sucked the oxygen out of the space.
He stopped near the head of the table. He glanced at the untouched wine glasses and the papers on the floor.
Alex, Camden's executive assistant, stepped forward. "Mr. Donovan, why are you occupying this room?"
"Just having a deep business discussion with your lovely employee here," Eric chuckled nervously.
Camden's gaze shifted to Kaia's hands.
He noticed the microscopic tremor in her pale fingertips against the dark wood of the table.
Camden turned his back to the table. He looked at his executives. "Move the meeting next door. The air in here is filthy."
As Camden turned, Kaia's phone buzzed on the table. It was a text from her director demanding an update.
Kaia looked down at the screen for exactly three seconds.
In that tiny window of time, Eric Donovan flicked his wrist.
A pinch of white powder dropped directly into Kaia's glass of ice water. It dissolved instantly.
Camden saw it.
He caught the distinct movement in the reflection of the decorative mirror on the far wall.
Camden's boots stopped mid-step.
The muscles in his broad back locked tight. The air around him turned to absolute ice.
Kaia finished typing her text. Her throat was painfully dry from the adrenaline.
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the condensation-slicked glass of ice water.
She lifted the rim toward her lips.
Before the glass could touch her skin, a massive, warm hand clamped down on her wrist like a steel vice.
Kaia gasped and jerked her head up.
She crashed straight into Camden William's eyes. A terrifying, violent storm raged behind his dark irises.
Camden's fingers dug into her skin. He violently ripped the glass out of her hand.
In the chaotic fraction of a second as the heavy crystal was wrenched from her trembling grip, the glass tilted sharply. A small splash of the icy, tainted liquid sloshed over the rim, hitting Kaia's chin. She instinctively gasped at the sudden cold, and a single, fatal drop slipped past her parted lips.
He slammed the glass down onto the table.
Water exploded outward, soaking the sleeve of Eric Donovan's expensive suit.
Eric stumbled backward, his face turning pale.
Camden towered over Eric. His voice was a deadly, quiet whisper.
"Vantage Group is terminating all contracts with your firm. Effective immediately."
Eric's jaw dropped. "You-you can't do that! There's a process!"
Camden let out a dark, cruel laugh. "I am the process. Get out of my sight before I have you thrown out a window."
Two massive men in black suits stepped into the room. They grabbed Eric by the armpits and dragged him out the door while he sputtered and begged.
The heavy door clicked shut.
The room was completely empty except for Camden and Kaia.
Kaia opened her mouth to thank him, but the words died in her throat.
Her vision suddenly swam. The edges of the room blurred.
A bizarre, terrifying heat bloomed in the pit of her stomach, spreading rapidly through her veins.
Kaia gripped the edge of the table. Her knuckles turned bone-white. She tried to stand, but her legs felt like liquid.
She swayed violently to the side. Gravity pulled her toward the floor.
Camden lunged forward.
His strong arm wrapped securely around her waist, catching her before she hit the carpet.
A wave of intense, masculine cologne and pure heat enveloped Kaia's senses.
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8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.
When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.
8.2
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family.
But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him.
Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!"
He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open.
His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins.
Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity?
She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face.
Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband.
"I am divorcing you, Carl."
8.5
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.
7.0
Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt.
But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress.
Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite.
But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs—the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother.
Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell.
"I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you."
The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full.
She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again.
When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms.
"Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
9.0
I married him to save my family.
He married me to destroy my life.
Evelyn Hart never imagined she would become the wife of the coldest billionaire in the city especially not the man who looked at her like she was his greatest enemy.
Five years ago, she loved Lucas Blackwood with her whole heart... until he accused her of betraying him and vanished from her life.
Now he's back.
Richer. Colder. Crueler.
When her father's company collapses, Lucas offers her a deal she can't refuse:
marry him for one year... and he will erase her family's debts.
But what Evelyn doesn't know is that Lucas believes she ruined his life and this marriage is his perfect revenge plan.
Every day, he humiliates her.
Every night, he reminds her that she means nothing to him.
Every touch burns with hatred... and desire.
But the deeper Evelyn falls, the closer the truth comes out.
She never betrayed him.
She was set up.
And when Lucas finally realised he married the wrong enemy...
Will he fight for her love...
or lose her forever?
9.2
Nyra Hearthe is a brilliant scientist, forced into an arranged marriage to the fierce Vampire lord Ardonis Stepanov. The vampire just wants her as a breeding vessel to get an heir and on their wedding-night, he took her virginity in the most humiliating way. Ardonis and his mistress Elara, plan to take the child away from Nyra when its born and divorce her.
She learns about their plot when she catches them in bed together. Pregnant and heartbroken, she vanished without a trace.
And now she's back.
As his new boss and the only scientist who can cure his deadly vampire illness that has infected him. He has just six months to live now.
He needs her cure to survive. She needs his body to complete her research. And this time, he is at her mercy. Their son stands between them, a living reminder of the day she walked away.
In the lab, power shifts and new desires surface, will Nyra save the man who broke her? Or make him suffer as she once did?