From Prison To My Billionaire's Embrace
On the anniversary of my mother's death, I found my husband in our bed with my best friend.
The betrayal shattered me, just as a similar affair had driven my mother to suicide years before.
Consumed by a blinding rage, I exposed their secrets to the world and destroyed her career. My vengeance was swift and brutal, but it was I who ended up behind bars for a year and a half. They watched as I was dragged away, their faces a mask of disgust.
They built a life on the ruins of mine, while I was left with nothing but the four walls of a prison cell.
But in that desolate place, my anger finally burned out, replaced by a quiet resolve to rebuild.
Five years later, I walked out a new woman. I had found peace, a new family, and a love I never thought possible.
I thought the past was buried, until I ran into him again. He looked at my simple dress with pity, offering me money and a ride home, completely unaware that the man waiting for me there could buy and sell him a thousand times over.
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Chapter 7
Clara POV
"Don't tell me you've married some struggling artist or a debt-ridden student trying to restart your life," Camden scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain, his eyes fixed on my simple sneakers. He looked at me as if my present appearance was a personal affront, a testament to my continued failure.
I felt a strange, detached amusement bubble up inside me. He assumed so much, yet understood so little. My old house, the one he called dilapidated, was sacred to me. It carried the scent of my mother, the echoes of her laughter, and the quiet dignity of her memory. When Christian had learned how much it meant to me, he hadn't dismissed it. He had bought the entire block, every single piece of land surrounding it, just to ensure that my little house, my sanctuary, remained untouched, surrounded by a sprawling, meticulously landscaped private park. He had gifted me the whole estate, a testament to his understanding, his quiet strength, and his boundless love. He knew its true value wasn't in its market price, but in the memories it held.
His opinion, his judgment-it meant nothing to me.
"Camden, why are you getting so worked up?" Hailey interjected, her voice sharp, a hint of accusation in her tone. "What if Clara does have a new life? And a child? She just said she heard a child's voice on the phone." Her eyes, narrowed with jealousy, flicked between Camden and me, deliberately stirring the pot.
Camden's face, usually so composed, tightened. "Hailey, that's quite enough," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Hailey' s face flushed, and she fell silent, her eyes darting nervously around the car. The rest of the drive to the restaurant was filled with a suffocating tension. Dinner was a stiff, uncomfortable affair. Camden and Hailey picked at their food, their conversation forced and strained. I, on the other hand, ate with genuine enjoyment, savoring every bite of the perfectly cooked steak.
Then, Camden pushed a small, black card across the table towards me. It was a credit card, sleek and metallic. "There's money on it, Clara," he said, his voice flat. "Don't pay me back. And if you need more, I'll make sure it's deposited regularly. For old times' sake. To make up for... everything."
I looked at the card, then at him, a flicker of surprise in my eyes. "Why are you doing this, Camden?" I asked, my voice calm.
He shifted in his seat, his gaze avoiding mine. "It's... it's the right thing to do. To atone for my mistakes. To make sure you're taken care of."
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Atonement?" I picked up the card, turning it over in my fingers. "That's quite a change from five years ago, Camden. Do you remember how you left me with nothing but an empty house and a mountain of debt? How you laughed when I begged you for even a fraction of what I deserved?" I looked him squarely in the eye. "Do you think I'm so desperate, so easily bought, that I would take your blood money now?"
I toyed with the card for a moment, then looked at him with a chilling intensity. "If you truly want to atone, Camden," I said, my voice soft but firm, "then you and your mother can go to my mother's grave and beg for forgiveness. On your knees."
Camden's brows furrowed, his jaw clenching. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the table. He wouldn't do it. I knew he wouldn't. He was too proud, too self-serving. He never truly understood the depth of his actions, never truly cared about the pain he inflicted.
With a dismissive flick of my wrist, I tossed the card back onto the table, where it skittered across the polished surface. I stood, ready to leave.
"Clara, wait!" Camden grabbed my wrist, his fingers surprisingly strong. "Please. Take it. It's for your own good. To start over. You deserve it." His eyes were red, pleading.
I slowly, deliberately, pulled my hand free, my gaze unwavering. "You're crossing a line, Camden," I said, my voice a low warning. "Do not touch me."
He looked at me, his eyes still red, brimming with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "Let me drive you home, Clara," he offered, his voice hoarse.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "My husband will be here any minute to pick me up. Thank you for dinner, though. It was... enlightening." I turned and walked towards the ladies' room, leaving him sitting there, stunned.
When I emerged, I decided to wait outside the restaurant for Christian. I didn't want to spend another second in their toxic presence. As I stood on the sidewalk, a muffled argument erupted from the alley beside the building.
"How could you, Camden?" Hailey' s voice, raw with anger and tears, cut through the night. "How could you give her money? After everything? You just care about her, don't you? Always her!"
"It's none of your business, Hailey!" Camden roared back. "And stop acting like a spoiled brat! You got everything you wanted! My name, my money, my position!"
"Your money?" Hailey's voice rose to a shriek. "Yes, your money! That's all you care about! But I'm your wife! Your wife! And you're still obsessing over her! You gave her a credit card, Camden! A credit card! What am I to you? A glorified nanny for your toxic mother? A breeding mare for your next heir?" Her voice was laced with bitterness, despair. "Do I mean nothing to you?"
Then, a sharp, clear slap cut through the night air. Hailey' s cries abruptly stopped.
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8.6
Elena who grew up in the countryside was brought back to the city only to be used and abandoned by her very own family. Used in replacement for her sister and finding out the truth from years ago, will Elena seek revenge? What happens when she turns out to be different from what was expected?
Adrian Laurent, crippled and treated like a commodity by his family. Adrian swore to get revenge for everything done to him and his mother in the past. What happens when his new wife finds/finds out he is not crippled?
Will she trust him?
"Don't touch me! You lied to me, I trusted you." Elena remarked tears streaming down from her face, she had been able to handle all forms of betrayers but she would never be able to handle this.
"I didn't mean to lie Elena, you never asked me if it was a lie. I'm sorry Elena, I should have told you sooner, please forgive me.." Adrian drawled...
Elena slowly backed away from there and ran, only to be cornered by her husband once again. She forgot, he could walk now...
8.4
Cari Butler woke up in a damp, smelly dorm room, realizing she had transmigrated into the body of a disgraced fake daughter who had just been kicked out of a wealthy family.
Before she could even process her reality, the real daughter's friends kicked her door open to mock her, flaunting a custom Tiffany necklace that supposedly cost a mere eighty cents.
Cari thought they were crazy, until she saw the news: a top Manhattan mansion had just sold for a record-breaking $3,500.
The entire world's currency value had shrunk by ten thousand times!
This meant the original owner's bank balance of $854,000 gave Cari the purchasing power of eight and a half billion dollars.
But a mysterious system froze her funds, forcing her to work demeaning gig jobs to unlock the money bit by bit.
While working as a hotel server for twenty cents a day, she caught her ex-boyfriend kissing up to the real daughter, mocking Cari for being a desperate beggar.
Even her snobby roommates laughed at her, claiming she couldn't afford a ten-cent iPhone.
What truly angered Cari wasn't the humiliation, but receiving a five-cent transfer from her poor biological brother, who was starving himself just to keep her fed.
Yet, the system strictly forbade her from giving her unlocked billions directly to her family.
Looking at the restrictive system and the arrogant elites who thought they owned the city, Cari's eyes turned icy cold.
"If I can't just hand them the cash,"
Cari sneered, pulling out her phone to outright buy the luxury hotel and fire everyone who wronged her.
"Then I will just buy the entire world and place it at their feet."
9.7
For three years, I believed I had the perfect, flawlessly submissive wife.
But right as I was about to sign a fifty-million-dollar divorce settlement to make her go away quietly, I suddenly heard a sharp, ecstatic voice echoing inside my skull.
"Freedom! Long live freedom! I finally shook off this absolute bastard!"
I snapped my head up, only to see Iris sitting across the table, her delicate shoulders trembling as she sobbed into her hands, looking like a shattered woman losing her entire world.
It wasn't a hallucination; I could actually hear her inner thoughts. The realization hit me like a physical blow. My fragile, heartbroken wife was a calculating hypocrite who mentally cursed me out while physically begging me to stay. When I later dragged her out of a nightclub where she was partying half-naked, I heard her true thoughts about our intimacy—she considered our nights together a mere "complimentary clause" in our business contract. Even the loving, home-cooked French dinners I cherished were exposed through her mind to be microwaved Michelin-star takeout.
For three years, I had prided myself on being a dominant, attentive husband, yet I was played for an absolute fool. How could she fake every single tear, every single touch, with such terrifying perfection while viewing me as nothing more than an ATM?
Looking at her cowering on my penthouse floor, clutching an anniversary Birkin bag she secretly planned to sell for a Porsche, a dark rush of power blinded me.
I wasn't just going to let her walk away with my millions anymore; I was going to use my new ability to rip off her mask and utterly destroy her.
8.8
Elizbeth married the wealthy heir Carlton Wilkinson to save her grandfather's life's work.
But on their wedding night, instead of a loving husband, she faced a cold tyrant. He forced her to sign a brutal prenup, stripped her of all family rights, and banished her to a dingy guest room.
He was convinced she was just a pathetic, gold-digging liar.
When a catastrophic pain attack drove Carlton to smash his own head against the wall, Elizbeth rushed in to save him using her specialized acupuncture. She risked her life to calm his spasming nerves.
But the moment he woke up, he nearly choked her to death. He threw her against the wall, bleeding and bruised, accusing her of using cheap parlor tricks to poison him.
The next morning, his greedy relatives openly mocked her cheap clothes, waiting like vultures for Carlton to drop dead so they could steal his fortune.
Elizbeth was humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered a classified secret.
Carlton was a former Delta Force operator slowly going mad from an undetectable weaponized biotoxin. The poison made him paranoid and violent. He would rather die in agony than accept help from a woman he despised.
Begged by his desperate grandfather, Elizbeth knew she had to cure him in the shadows.
At 1:00 AM, she slipped a heavy, odorless sedative into his water and sneaked into his pitch-black bedroom to begin the detox.
But as her silver needle hovered over his skin, a massive hand shot out and pinned her violently to the mattress.
"How much did they pay you to poison me?" he hissed in the dark, his eyes wide awake and blazing with murderous fury.
8.1
I was eight years old when my father, Alpha Derek, raided the rogue bunker to save my mother.
I thought I was finally safe.
But because I reeked of the wolfsbane chemicals used to hide my scent, my mother looked at me with pure disgust.
"Get that thing away from me! It smells like him!" she shrieked.
To protect his traumatized mate, my father didn't check my DNA. He threw me into the garage to sleep on oily rags.
For months, I was the true Alpha's daughter, yet I was forced to eat dog food while they pampered a fake orphan named Kylie in my place.
When Kylie ordered the guard dog to tear my arm open, my mother stood at the window.
Instead of saving me, she let the maid close the curtains so she wouldn't have to see the blood.
I only became useful when my father got into a critical car crash.
They drained my rare "Moon Blood" to save his life, then immediately signed papers to ship me off to a labor camp to get rid of the "stain" on their family.
They thought I was a dirty rogue.
They didn't know the chemical smell was masking the rarest bloodline in a century.
I am not a rogue.
I am a White Wolf.
And just as my grandfather discovers the DNA results and falls to his knees in regret, the most powerful pack in the North has already arrived to claim me as their queen.
9.7
What else could Bella Kiretti possibly want?
She had the perfect billionaire husband, the cars, houses,vacations and even the most beautiful children.
Everything was given to her on a golden plate.
But so everybody thought.
With her husband always on business trios and her children now in College, Bella is left home alone most of the time.
Everything was automatically running for her...wake up, eat, scroll through social media, walk the dog and sleep.
Until there was a knock on the door; her twenty year old Nephew,Jack is in town and he wants a place to stay.
"You have grown, and matured."
He was no longer the boy she carried when he was young, he was taller, bigger and his d**k was just the perfect size.