Dying, I Left His Ruthless Bed
The Cameron family clinic smelled like lemon polish and impending death. For three years, I'd been a vessel in a cold, forced marriage to Underboss Kade Cameron. But today, the doctor's words would shatter everything.
"No heartbeat," Dr. Finch declared, then, "Stage IV gastric cancer. Terminal." A double death sentence. As the world tilted, a news alert flashed: Kade, my husband, parading his mistress, Carla Shaw, across Europe-"a love that defies family lines."
Dying and carrying his dead child, I overheard nurses gossip Kade wanted me gone for his "true love." I chose to feel the D&C agony, cleansing him from my soul. Stumbling out, Kade accused me of killing his child, then rushed Carla, feigning illness, to OB/GYN, ignoring my bleeding and dying state.
Back at the mansion, I vomited blood, my body failing. Kade watched with disgust, dismissing my terminal diagnosis as a "performance." He called me "collateral," a "debt payment," then left me for his mistress. The last shred of loyalty shattered, replaced by chilling clarity.
I signed the divorce papers he dismissed as a "tantrum," leaving his ring. No longer a Cameron, no longer his possession. With Fluffy, I made one call, choosing to die on my own terms, finally free.
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Chapter 2
Isabelle POV
His fingers tightened around my arms, digging into the fresh bruises from the IV lines. Kade's face was inches from mine, a mask of beautiful, terrifying fury.
"You think this is a game?" he snarled, his voice vibrating through my chest. "You killed a Cameron heir."
"I tried to tell you," I gasped, the pain from the surgery—performed without a single drop of anesthesia—throbbing in my womb like a second heartbeat. "I called you. Two hours ago. I texted you."
Kade released one of my arms only to rip his phone from his pocket. He tapped the screen violently and shoved it in my face.
"Show me," he commanded.
I blinked, trying to focus through the gray haze clouding my vision. The call log was open.
Today.
10:00 AM – Elder Cameron
09:15 AM – Carla Shaw
08:30 AM – Matteo
Nothing. My name wasn't there. The text thread was empty.
"You deleted it," I whispered, looking up at him. "Or she did."
I shifted my gaze to Carla. She stood just behind him, her expression a perfect portrait of concern, but her eyes—cold, blue chips of ice—glinted with triumph.
"You're lying," Kade said. The verdict was final. In the Mafia, a liar was worse than a thief; a liar was a liability.
"I have my phone," I stammered, reaching for the pocket of my thin hospital gown, desperate to prove I wasn't the monster he painted me to be. "Let me show you—"
"Kade, please," Carla interrupted, her voice soft and trembling. She placed a manicured hand on his bicep. "Don't do this here. She's... she's clearly not herself. The grief makes people say crazy things."
Her touch seemed to burn him, but not in the way it burned me. He didn't pull away. He leaned into it.
"She isn't grieving, Carla," Kade spat, his eyes never leaving mine. "She's gloating."
Suddenly, Carla let out a sharp gasp and doubled over, clutching her stomach. "Oh god. Kade... it hurts."
The transformation in my husband was instantaneous. The demon who wanted to strangle me vanished, replaced by a protector. He turned to her, his hands—the hands that had just bruised me—gentle as they supported her waist.
"Carla? What is it?"
"The stress," she whimpered, leaning her full weight against him. "My stomach... I think I need a doctor."
Kade didn't hesitate. He didn't look back at me. He didn't ask if I, the woman bleeding into a hospital pad, needed help. He scooped Carla up into his arms, holding her against his chest like she was the most precious thing in the world.
"I've got you," he murmured to her.
I watched, frozen, as he carried the daughter of our enemy down the hall. He walked straight toward the double doors at the end of the corridor—the entrance to the OB/GYN wing. The same wing where I had just left my dead child.
He was taking his mistress to the place where I had lost everything.
The elevator dinged behind me, but I couldn't move. I stood alone in the freezing corridor, the silence ringing in my ears louder than any scream.
I don't remember the drive back to the estate. I only remember the cold.
The Cameron mansion was silent, a mausoleum of marble and gold. I barely made it up the grand staircase, my legs trembling with every step. By the time I reached the master suite, my stomach lurched violently.
I stumbled into the bathroom, falling to my knees before the toilet just as the retching started.
It wasn't bile. It was blood. Bright, red, arterial blood.
It splashed against the pristine white porcelain, a gruesome contrast to the luxury surrounding me. The cancer was eating me alive, gnawing through my stomach lining, punishing me for surviving the surgery.
I dry-heaved until there was nothing left, then collapsed onto the Persian rug. The room spun. Darkness clawed at the edges of my vision.
I must have passed out.
I woke to the rough sensation of a tongue on my cheek. Fluffy, my white ragdoll cat, was purring anxiously against my neck. I groaned, trying to push myself up, but my arms felt like water.
"Pathetic."
The voice came from the doorway.
I froze. Slowly, I lifted my head. Kade was standing there, still in his suit, though his tie was now undone. He loomed over me, staring at the blood on my lips and the splatter in the toilet bowl with detached disgust.
He didn't rush to help me. He didn't call for a medic. He just watched, as if I were a bug squashed on his expensive floor.
"Kade..." I rasped, the metallic taste of blood coating my tongue. "Help me."
He crouched down, but he didn't reach out. His steel-gray eyes scanned my face, searching for the lie he was convinced was there.
"Save the performance, Isabelle," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Carla told me everything. How you threatened her. How you planned this."
"I'm dying," I whispered, the truth slipping out in a desperate plea.
Kade stood up, towering over me once more. He adjusted his cuffs, his face hardening into stone.
"A traitor's tears are just as cheap as her blood," he said coldly. "Clean yourself up. You look disgusting."
He turned and walked into the bedroom, leaving me lying in the wreckage of my own body.
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A heartbeat changed us.
I thought the ruthless Alpha was the devil in a tailored suit.
Instead, he became the man fate chained me to... the one my body recognises before my heart will ever dare.
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I offered my womb, not my soul.
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7.2
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But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
9.1
"Someone will hear," I whispered, the words breaking into a tremor.
His family and the entire Castillo group were gathered just down the hall.
Smack.
My gasp tangled in my throat.
"No, they won't." His palm landed again, sharp and claiming. Smack. "Do you want to know why?"
All I could manage was a desperate, breathless sound.
"Because you'll stay quiet." His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Won't you, Abigail?"
He rubbed the spot where he'd struck, the heat of his touch spreading like fire under my skin. Pins and needles rushed through me, making my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sound clawing its way up my throat.
"Good girl." His praise slid over me like sin, a command and a reward all at once.
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Then her world shatters. Her employer is murdered, and the blame lands squarely on her shoulders. With prison looming and her only lifeline being a man who refuses to forgive her, Abigail is trapped between ruin and a marriage she never chose.
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7.9
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8.3
On the night her father is disgraced and arrested for a crime he swears he didn't commit, Amara Adeyemi loses everything-her family name, her fiancé, and the future she thought was secure. The media tears them apart. The powerful Bello dynasty stands untouched. And at the center of it all is one man.
Khalil Bello.
Cold. Calculated. Untouchable.
To the world, Khalil is the brilliant heir to a multibillion-naira empire. To Amara, he is the architect of her family's ruin.
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Amara says yes with revenge in her heart.
She plans to destroy him from the inside.
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And when the final twist reveals who orchestrated the fall of her family-and why Khalil chose to marry her-their marriage becomes more than a contract.
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7.3
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed.
She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window.
She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window.
She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head.
She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her.
She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?"
A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint.
"Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase."
His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck.
His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself.
"Now you must be punished, princess."
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