
Ex Husband's Best Friend Is Mine Now
Christina Blakewood loved the wrong man, and that led to him abusing her then picking another woman. He not only cheated on her but forced her to swallow it down without complaints, but when she hits rock bottom as her own family took in their real daughter who turned out to be the woman her husband was cheating on her with, she realized it was time to stand up and fight back.
And who would serve best at her plan to bring down her worthless husband? His best friend, and the most powerful man in the country, Lorian Axton.
Unexpectedly, the man would not just gladly aid her in her plans but also willingly lay down his life for her.
"What if I took you right out of his hands, what if I made you mine?" Lorian Axton whispered huskily in her ear. Though her breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat, she closed her eyes tight and pushed him away.
"Mr Axton, I'm still married to your best friend."
"But you were mine even before you became his, and now that he's hurt you I'm here to take back what has always been mine."
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Chapter 8
"Famous designer Fairy just released the new line of Bloom jewelries, pre-orders for every piece made it sell out a few minutes after it's release, the market is still heavily anticipating the release of the royal crown, the main piece of Bloom's new collection."
Christina listened to this news sitting with her legs crossed in her living room. Specifically, the villa currently under James' name. A delicate smile appeared on her face.
This was exactly what she was waiting for as well. The imposter releasing new designs in her name.
Not many people knew this, but each piece Christina designed always had a unique element, something Layla tried to imitate in this collection she released but failed miserably.
Christina had seen the designs when they came out two days ago, Layla had done nothing but re-create some of Christina's old designs.
Trying to steal someone's work but not having the ability to do it fully, pathetic.
"Poor little Layla, since you had the guts to steal my identity, let's see if you can create a unique main piece. I hope you're ready to prove that you truly are the designer and founder of Bloom." Christina muttered to herself.
She was still painting her nails when the front door opened and James walked in. He glanced at her expectantly but Christina made no move or acknowledge seeing him return.
When he noticed she didn't react, he held his briefcase to her.
"Here, keep this for me upstairs. There are important documents in there so don't even think about messing around with it."
The old Christina would have taken his briefcase and happily kissed him on the cheek then prepare his bath, but this time she didn't stop applying nail polish even as he instructed her to take his case.
"Did you even hear me?" James' demanded feeling slightly pissed.
"I did, I just have more fun pretending I don't." She said without raising her head to even look at him.
"What did you say?" He asked and she still treated him like air, "Tina don't mess with me, I was merciful enough to let you move back in. You should at least make yourself useful if you're going to live in my house."
"Your house?" Christina queried with a faint smirk.
"What do you mean by that question?"
"Forget it." She sighed leaning back in her seat, "Your legs aren't broken and your hands are perfectly fine, take your own briefcase upstairs."
James opened his mouth as if to say something but changed his mind, he was too tired to exchange words with her, he knew she was just being bitter because Layla was the one he loved now and she was probably acting this way thinking it would get him to melt and soften towards her. In her dreams.
James' scoffed and walked away.
Christina watched his back with a tinge of hatred in her eyes.
"This will be fun." She smirked.
The next morning, James had already left for work a long time ago when the doorbell suddenly rang. She expected to find James there thinking he must have forgotten something and returned, so she took her sweet time before going to open the door but her mouth was left agape when she saw who stood there.
Dressed in a casual white dress shirt with a few upper buttons left open, Lorian leaned casually against the door frame.
"What are you doing here?" Christina shook her head to focus breaking out of the daze this man's appearance had captivated her in.
Lorian didn't reply, instead he strolled into the house as if he owned it, hands in his pockets as he glanced around.
"You didn't answer my question." She said but he still acted as if he didn't hear her.
He toured around the house as if that had been his aim for coming, then began to climb up the stairs.
"Lorian." She called after him and he suddenly stopped halfway up the stairs.
He suddenly grinned, making his dark eyes sparkle. "I like my name on your tongue."
"What?" She was confused.
He flashed a grin once more and went up to the second floor.
"Wait, you shouldn't be here."
If Lorian heard her, he acted like he didn't. Before she could stop him he was already in the master bedroom.
Why did this man always act so willfully? He did the same thing yesterday, calling her to his office while he'd already asked James to come over, was he doing this deliberately?
When she entered the master bedroom, Lorian was standing next to the bed.
"Was it right here?" He suddenly asked.
"What?" She asked with a confused frown.
"Did he bring his mistress in here? Did he have sex with her, right under your nose?"
It flashed back into her head like an old movie. For the most part Christina had been oblivious about the affair between James and Layla until she saw the text from Layla telling James she was pregnant.
Before that, Christina had ignored all the days she would come back to meet Layla walking out of their bedroom with disheveled hair and ruffled clothing, but she would dismiss it whenever Layla quickly covered up with that innocent smile of hers and told her that she'd only been here to get some documents.
Thinking back to it now, Christina could only shake her head at how naive and trusting she had been, she had even been so friendly with Layla in the past to the point she asked her to address her as Tina just like James did, Christina had wanted to be friends with her husband's secretary because she believed being friendly with people always yielded the best results, all she could do now was scoff at that old thinking.
She swallowed the bitter taste in her throat as she replied. "Now that I think back, I guess he did bring her here...slept with her, in our own bedroom. Maybe he even ... maybe he even got her pregnant here."
Even if all she felt for him right now was hatred, she had still loved him deeply in the past. Betrayal from someone you loved deeply always burnt harsher than flaming coal.
Her head was lowered to sort through her emotions, she didn't realize when Lorian had approached her.
"You told me the other day that you would do the exact same thing to him." He raised her chin making her look in his deep set obsidian eyes that always seemed to shine like black diamond whenever he was looking at her,
"And like I promised... I'll help you." His words were low and his whispered breath, hot and minty fell on her face making her skin suddenly heat up.
His eyes held promise of something sinful, he was a man good on his word, and his gaze told her how dead serious he was about what he just said.
The thought of it made her face burn even more and he chuckled in a deliciously deep low voice.
"You're blushing."
She quickly stepped back creating some distance between them.
"What are you doing? Don't tell me you called James over again just so he can see us together."
"Not this time, I'm just here to give you something he never has. And believe me...with me it'll be unforgettable." He'd already closed the distance between them and that heated feeling started again when he touched her.
It was like the faint spark of electricity in her veins, igniting a kind of flame deep inside, a dangerous flame.
Lorian was evil in a way that could make any woman subconsciously desire him even if they tried to resist, and Christina tried her best to deny the faint sparks she felt.
This wasn't attraction, she kept telling herself. She'd forgotten what that felt like, and it certainly shouldn't start with someone whose only relationship with her was for the purpose of achieving her goal.
"I can touch you in a way he hasn't before, kiss you in a way he hasn't..." With each word his voice grew softer and his face inched towards her slowly.
Her heart jolted as if it had been awakened from a long slumber, though she said she loved James when was the last time her heart had beat for him?
This electric feeling frightened her because it felt wrong in every way, she raised her hand and pushed at his chest.
"You can't..." Her words were cut off by the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs and approaching the bedroom.
"I can't believe I fucking forgot such important documents." Christina could hear James' voice. Her eyes widened in alarm.
Why was he back so soon?
If he saw her here with Lorian again, his suspicion would definitely be aroused if it wasn't the last time.
Lorian however seemed unfazed, there was an evil smile on his face as the knob turned and the door slowly pushed open.
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7.7
Celeste was an abandoned princess and a wolf-less she-wolf who held no value to her father.
Horres was the ruthless Alpha of the Iron Fang Pack-a ticking time bomb.
As a peace offering to a rival pack, Celeste Holmes knew her life would be difficult as the Luna to an Alpha who would give anything to wipe her pack from the surface of the earth.
Even then, she felt it was her ticket to escape her father's clutches, yet nothing prepared her for the horror awaiting her.
People said Alpha Horres was scary, but to Celeste, he was a demon.
Alpha Horres Thorne had everything planned out for the daughter of his nemesis. The humiliation, pain, torture, and everything that could break her was set the moment her father thought of offering her to him.
Horres enjoyed watching her bleed. Relishing her despair and seeing the helplessness on her face gave him the energy to plot more schemes against her evil father.
Everything was supposed to move smoothly, but there was a flaw in his plan. After that fateful night, he experienced every single pain he inflicted on her, just the way she felt it. Even her subconscious fears and insecurities were felt by him.
Didn't they say Celeste Holmes had no wolf? How then did she do it, or did Alpha Holmes' daughter succeed in bewitching Alpha Horres while he was enjoying his time torturing her? Did he lose in his own game of chess? How would he take revenge when he couldn't even hurt her anymore?
Was he supposed to just surrender and love her now?
What about his grievances?

8.5
Our twenty-first birthday was supposed to be the night my twin and I would never forget--the night we got our witchmarks. But something goes horribly wrong, and Angelica doesn't get hers. What should've been the best night of our lives quickly turns into one of the worst.
Soon after, things start to go wrong. Our mom, who had always loved her "little moon" (me) and her "little sun" (Angelica) equally, suddenly sides with Angelica on everything. Then, my friends start to behave oddly around me. But it gets even worse. The company we started together as sisters votes to oust me? Shocked, I go to my long--term boyfriend, Orion Locklear--the boy I have loved my whole life--for comfort, only to find him and Angelica in her room...naked.
How could she do all this to me? Not only as a sister, betraying everything we once shared....but as a powerless markless? I'm the one who got the witchmark, not her! Yet I wasn't able to stop any of this from happening. Something isn't adding up.
I refuse to sit back any longer and let her continue to ruin my life. It's time to claw my way back up to the top and reclaim everything she took from me...even if it means I have to join hands with witch-kind's historical mortal enemies: the super powerful, super rich Hunter family--yup, they used to hunt witches, and only stopped when we agreed to give up Black Magic. Oh, and of course, the guy I'm assigned to work with, Miles Hunter, has to be super hot, too. Seven Hells! Can't a girl catch a break?

8.4
"Are you going to treat me like the enemy?" Raffaele asked, hovering over me like a predator.
"You are the enemy," I sneered.
He smiled. "Careful. You're hurting my feelings."
"I hope I can hurt much more than that."
His eyes darkened. "You forget-I'm the one who can break you."
I vowed never to give my heart to a man. Never let one bend me. Never let one own me.
Then a single night changed everything.
When my best friend became a target, I took her place and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Raffaele, My friend's older brother, wasn't supposed to see me. We were never meant to meet but the moment his eyes locked on mine, I became his new obsession.
I don't bend and he doesn't let go.
Suddenly caught up in a world of blood and power, resisting a man like Raffaele might cost me everything...heart, body, and soul.
He wants me, dead or alive.

7.5
For six years, I was the wife of a tech billionaire with crippling mysophobia. To my husband, Killian, I was a contaminant he was forced to tolerate for a business merger, a ghost in my own home.
But for his mistress, the influencer Isabel, every rule was broken. He worshipped her, believing she was the angel who' d saved him from a near-fatal climbing accident two years ago.
The truth was, I was the one who braved a blizzard to rescue him, suffering severe frostbite in the process. But he laughed in my face, calling me too fragile. He knelt on a filthy police station floor to touch her bare feet, yet he' d recoiled from my touch for years.
He destroyed my grandmother' s priceless locket because she wanted it. He forced me to kneel and apologize for her lies, threatening my family's company if I refused.
The final humiliation came when he publicly declared her the true mistress of the house and made me climb a dangerous, thorny hill on my injured ankle to pick roses for her.
As I stumbled back, covered in mud and blood, I felt nothing. The love I had stubbornly held onto was finally, completely dead.
I walked away that night with the signed divorce papers in my hand. My old life was over, and my fight for a new one had just begun.

8.5
I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral.
But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony.
"Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene."
His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased.
For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind.
But then I found the truth.
I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory.
"If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy."
He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage.
He was wrong.
I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared.
"Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld.
"I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

9.4
I was diagnosed with acute leukemia the moment I found out York was dating another girl Winnie. My world shattered, and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his uncle appeared.
On their wedding day, Winnie whispered something strange to me.
After the wedding, York's true face emerged. Yet, the truth ignited something fierce within me. I couldn't stand by, not even at the cost of my life.
I would fight, using every ounce of strength to save him from his own lies.
And in my final moments, I realized-York had always been there, hidden in the shadows, loving me in his own twisted way.
Even as I bled out, I knew-he had always been there.