
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 9
James entered the master bedroom with his head down, he felt movement in the room and raised his head to look only to see Christina staring at him with wide eyes as if she were looking at a ghost.
"What is going on?" He asked with eyes narrowed suspiciously. She was acting weird.
"Nothing." She said with an exhale, "I just... didn't expect you to be back so soon."
He stared at her suspiciously for a while before looking away.
"I forgot a document."
"Would you like me to get it for you?"
He was a bit shocked when she said that.
Last night she'd acted completely differently from her normal self. Usually she would gladly be at his beck and call, though they had maids, she would attentively do everything he wanted.
When she acted that way last night he'd thought she was just playing rebellious, and he was right, it seemed she would still continue to remain that meek little wife she always was.
James sneered internally, a pity she was no longer the woman he needs, the one he needs now is Layla.
He nodded indifferently, "It's the document about the Blakewood investment, it's in the closet."
Christina nodded and entered the walk in closet. James might think she was being a meek wife again but she only offered to get the documents because she'd quickly shoved Lorian into the walk in closet right before James came in.
She wasn't afraid of him seeing her with another man, she just wanted it to hurt as much as it had hurt her. Right now he would only care about his pride if she was found with another man, but what if she had all the cards that would ruin him in her hands and then he saw her with another, it would be heart wrenching and that was just the outcome she hoped to achieve.
When offering revenge, one has to serve it twice as hard, twice as painful and twice as bitter as one was made to swallow, and she would make sure James swallowed that same bitterness and watch him choke on it.
Lorian shamelessly grabbed her hand when she entered the closet, he cornered her against a shelf and spoke in whispers, "Aren't you naughty Mrs Clinton? Keeping a man hidden in your closet so your husband won't see."
She tried to push at his chest in order to quickly get the documents to James before he would walk in himself but he held her before she could leave.
"If you want me to stay quiet so your husband doesn't know I'm here, you have to give me a little incentive." He demanded.
"What incentive?"
He clicked his tongue, "I told you right from the start, I wouldn't help for free and you agreed to give whatever and whenever I want."
Christina suddenly felt a premonition.
At the time she'd agreed to give anything for his help, she'd been drowning in pain and heartache she didn't think about the loopholes in what she'd agreed to.
"What... what do you want?" She asked stuttering slightly.
"What is taking you so long Tina?" James' impatient voice came from the bedroom and Christina subconsciously wanted to hurry out but Lorian wouldn't budge.
His eyes were sparkling again, like black diamond as he said, "A kiss."
He was leaning down towards her, the pounding of her heart felt as if it would be ripped out of her chest but the closet door was suddenly yanked open and she pushed Lorian aside and came out from between the shelves to find James right in front of her.
He looked behind her but didn't see anything however his suspicion had been aroused.
"I found your documents." She handed the file to him.
James took it hesitantly still looking at her suspiciously before he asked, "Who is in here with you?"
"What?" Christina was frightened.
How did he know?
"There was someone in here with you wasn't there?" He asked, his face beginning to change into rage.
"What are you talking about? There's no one here."
James didn't believe her, he began to approach her. "Oh yeah? I'll just see for myself."
Before he could walk past her to the corner of the shelves his phone began to ring, he stopped in his tracks the minute he looked down at the caller ID.
It was Layla.
He didn't pick up immediately and asked, "Did you invite a man here? Are you bringing a man to our house behind my back?"
"Don't be ridiculous James, just because you're guilty of something doesn't mean you can accuse others of the same."
James was taken aback, he suddenly dismissed all suspicion from his mind.
He'd gotten carried away. Christina could never even look at other men not to mention bringing one home. She was like a little puppy hopelessly loyal to him.
He smiled in satisfaction, "Good, keep it that way." He said then finally answered his phone before leaving.
The hatred in her heart towards this man soared higher. He was with another woman yet he would tyrannically continue to have her tied down to him? She scoffed internally. He certainly was deceiving himself.
When he was fully gone, Lorian came out of his hiding place looking sinfully handsome.
"Too bad, he took the fun away." Lorian remarked.
"Stop messing with my plans, I'll call you when I need you." She said exasperated but he clicked his tongue.
"Oh no princess, I'm already a part of this game, I'll see it through from the start till the very end." He leaned towards her, "And as for that kiss... I'll definitely collect. When I ask for it, you're not allowed to refuse, we had a deal after all." He smiled, a sinfully dark one that made Christina feel like she had fallen into something evil she wouldn't be able to escape.
...
A huge event was being held in the center of swan city. Many high and mighty guests were in attendance. Everyone was supposed to attend with their significant other, hence James had no choice but to take Christina with him just to protect his image.
When Layla had called and James had told her he couldn't bring her to the event, she'd acted warm and understanding and even encouraged him to go with Christina.
Though she'd started having an affair with him because of his money before, now that she was an heiress, she didn't need him anymore however she'd fallen in love with him along the way, the thought of him still being with Christina made her blood boil with fury but she controlled herself.
However if James was going to the event with another woman, she might as well make him a bit jealous so he would realize her worth to him.
When James saw Layla enter the event with another man, he clenched his fist.
That man was Gilbert Ross, another swan city socialite who had been showing interest in Layla ever since she made an entrance into high society.
He watched as Layla conversed and laughed with the man, when he couldn't take it anymore, he abandoned Christina alone and rushed to his woman politely butting into the conversation and standing next to Layla disregarding the other man.
Layla had a satisfied look on her face, she sent a discreet smirk to Christina to show her that she was still in control of James.
Christina didn't look fazed about her triumph.
"I can't wait to tell you to keep him, but not until I watch him become nothing but useless crap. But that doesn't mean I'll let you enjoy your so called victory."
Calmly, she walked towards the table where Layla sat with the two men.
"Congratulations on your official launch of Bloom's latest collection." A sarcastic hint laced Christina's voice.
Layla turned to her, not expecting Christina to walk up to her and even congratulating her.
'Can you see how much I surpass you in every way Tina? I can have a man you can't have, and I can have a career you will never be able to get.'
If anyone told Layla that Christina was the real designer of Bloom, she would never believe it. In fact she would bet her life on it and swear with heaven and earth that it was a lie. That was because of the means through which she'd gotten this identity.
The real designer of Bloom was in the palm of her hands, or so she thought.
"Thank you. But I believe you wouldn't really understand my complex designs, since Mr Clinton here once told me that you used to doodle cute little trinkets on your sketchbook in the past, you know close to nothing about design. Since Mr Clinton and I are partners, why don't you come be my apprentice?"
The people standing around heard this and turned their heads towards the conversation.
The famous designer Fairy was willing to take an apprentice? Anyone would gladly jump in line for this position to work under a designer worth billions. In fact many had swarmed Layla in the past few weeks but she'd rejected them all, now she was offering that position to someone herself?
Layla was eager to stomp Christina beneath her shoes.
Christina had lived twenty three years in the luxurious life that was rightfully meant for her, while she had to suffer with a father who was a mere farmer and a worthless mother, both couldn't afford anything she'd ever wanted in life, that was why Layla had worked so hard to get into high society through her job and the moment she did, she grabbed the first rich man who looked her way.
Putting Christina down was something she would love to do.
'You can't reject my kind offer Tina, not in front of so many people.'
Christina smiled good naturedly and said.
"Thanks for the offer, I would have loved to be your apprentice... but a little bird told me that you are just an imposter, a wannabe little designer who stole the elusive designer's identity."
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.