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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To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk. The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars. I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle. With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds." But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina. He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap. "She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond. He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate. I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought. Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening. When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned. "Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine." I didn't cry. I didn't run. I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays. "I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him. "I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."

Action Romance Werewolf

7.9

He Risked My Life to Make His Mistress Famous

7.9

In a world of high-stakes deception, a man makes a lethal choice by gambling with his partner's safety to elevate his mistress's public standing. This calculated betrayal forces the protagonist into a dangerous labyrinth of mystery and action. As the conspiracy unfolds, survival depends on uncovering the truth behind the treachery. Faced with a ruthless plot, they must navigate a web of lies to reclaim their life and exact justice.

Action Modern Mystery

8.5

His Contracted Wife: When Revenge Meets Love

8.5

Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace. Now she's back. With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again. Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy. Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years. Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world. What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge. She never planned to fall in love. ********** "I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away. Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care." "Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. "This is just a contract." "Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet. "It shouldn't." Her breath faltered. His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."

Action Modern Romance

8.2

Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister

8.2

The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.

Action Fantasy Modern

7.7

Seven Miscarriages For My Mate

7.7

For ten years, I was bound to Julian, my heart tied to a wolf who promised me forever. Seven miscarriages scarred me, each loss cutting deeper. Pregnant again, I trusted Julian-until I saw him with my sister Chloe, cradling their secret pup. Betrayed by him and my family, I survived a fire meant to kill me, saved by healer Lucas. With him, I reclaimed my dance and found true love. Facing Julian's regret and Chloe's vengeance, I built a new life, holding my child, my scars finally healing.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.6

The Alpha's Desperate Regret

7.6

"A monster like you could never be my Luna." Those words shatter Elara Voss on the night she finally shifts... into the forbidden Shadow Wolf. Rejected by the Alpha King and cast out as a cursed monster, Elara flees into the rogue lands with nothing but humiliation burning in her chest. But when Kairos Blackthorn comes hunting for her, he doesn't find the broken omega he rejected. He finds a queen. In a moment of fury, Elara does the impossible-she marks the Alpha King instead. Now the bond is reversed. The king who rejected her feels every ounce of her pain... her rage... and her growing power. As war brews between brothers and ancient enemies rise from the shadows, Kairos must fight to win back the mate he destroyed before Elara's darkness consumes them all.

Action Romance Werewolf

Dying, I Left His Ruthless Bed

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