His Betrayal, My Steel-Legged Return
The first time my husband tried to have me killed, he used our eight-year-old daughter as the bait.
After I discovered his affair with a woman whose college tuition I was paying, he staged our daughter's kidnapping to lure me into a trap.
I woke up in a hospital, my legs amputated, my womb removed, a permanent cripple.
My husband, Eugene, played the part of the grieving spouse perfectly, promising police he' d find the monsters responsible.
But I overheard him whispering to our daughter in the hallway.
"You were so brave," he praised her. "You made Mommy believe you were in danger. It was the only way to stop her from leaving us."
Her reply destroyed what was left of my soul.
"I like Brenna better anyway. She's prettier than Mommy."
They thought they had broken me, leaving me a shattered shell of a woman. So I let them believe it. I faked my own suicide and vanished. Now, three years later, I've returned. Standing on two legs of polished steel, I'm the CEO of a robotics empire, and I'm here to burn their world to the ground.
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Chapter 4
Evelyn POV:
I finally drifted into a fitful, painkiller-induced sleep, dreaming of falling from a great height. My only goal was to survive the night and call my lawyer in the morning. Tomorrow, I would start dismantling the life Eugene Blair had built.
A sharp, insistent knocking on my hospital room door jolted me awake. The digital clock on the wall glowed: 3:17 AM.
It was probably a nurse with more medication. I pressed the button to unlock the door.
"Come in," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
The knocking didn't stop. It grew louder, more frantic. It wasn't knocking anymore; it was pounding. A heavy, rhythmic thudding that vibrated through the floor.
A sliver of fear, cold and sharp, pierced the drug-induced haze. This wasn't a nurse.
I squinted at the door. Through the small, reinforced window, I could see a silhouette. Then another. My heart leaped into my throat.
It was them. The men from the warehouse.
The faded tattoo on the leader's neck was unmistakable even in the dim hallway light.
How? Why were they here? Did Eugene send them back to finish the job? The thought was so monstrous, so beyond the pale, that my mind refused to accept it.
Panic, pure and absolute, seized me. My fingers scrabbled for the emergency call button next to my bed. I slammed my palm down on the red plastic disk.
A faint flicker, and then nothing. The system was down.
No blaring alarm. No rush of footsteps in the hall. Only the deafening sound of my own blood roaring in my ears and the relentless pounding on the door.
I hit it again. And again.
With a splintering crack, the door frame gave way. The door flew open, slamming against the interior wall.
The three men filled the doorway, their expressions grim. The leader grinned, a humorless slash in his coarse face.
"Seems there was a system glitch on this floor," he sneered. "Just our luck."
My mind raced. A glitch. Eugene. It had to be. He was tying up loose ends.
"What do you want?" I gasped, trying to shrink back into the mattress, a useless gesture. I was trapped, pinned by the metal cage on my leg.
"The boss wasn't happy," the man said, advancing into the room. "He said you were being unreasonable. Still talking about divorce. Still making threats. He's a man who values a stable home."
The bitter irony was a punch to the gut.
"He sent you," I whispered, the horror of it finally sinking in. "Eugene sent you to... to hurt me again."
"Hurt you? Nah." He chuckled, a low, guttural sound. "This is... a message. The boss wants to ensure you understand the new terms of your life. Unequivocally."
I started to scream, a raw, primal sound of terror, but one of the other men was on me in a flash, his hand clamping over my mouth, the stench of stale cigarettes and sweat filling my nostrils.
He tore the IV from my arm. I struggled, thrashing against him, but it was like fighting a brick wall. My broken body was no match for his brute strength.
"Please," I begged, the word muffled against his palm. "I'll give you money. Anything. Double what he's paying you. Just leave."
The leader paused, a flicker of greed in his eyes. "How much?"
"Ten million," I choked out, the number plucked from thin air. "I can get it. I swear. Just let me go."
He considered it for a moment. Then he laughed. "Nice try. But the boss wants this done tonight. And he already paid a bonus."
He nodded to the other man, a silent, chilling instruction. I saw something glint in his hand-not a weapon, but something cold, clinical. My eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as I finally understood their purpose. This wasn't about pain. It was about erasure.
The last thing I remember was a universe of pain exploding behind my eyes, and a single, chilling thought: he had won.
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8.8
To repay a debt, Elliana hid her real abilities and married into a powerful family, quietly helping her husband conquer the business world.
Three years later, he coldly announced, "She's back. We're getting divorced."
Elliana dropped the act. No longer willing to pretend, she stepped out as a legendary healer, a supermodel, the head of a global conglomerate, a top luxury designer, and a master restorer.
Her ex begged for forgiveness, but Elliana never looked back-she chose his far more impressive uncle instead. "You're just not worth it."
8.9
I leaned over her, brushing a kiss on her lips. "One last thing. Do you want me to gag you, or are you good?"
She tilted her head, smirking. "What, are you worried my moans might be too loud for your neighbors?"
I laughed outright. "Honestly? I don't give a damn how loud you get. In fact, I want you to be as loud as you want. The louder, the better and that means, I'm doing a good job." I winked, then moved past her, settling between her thighs.
*****
In a marriage reduced to cold silence, Lena Marsh's anniversary ends with an empty chair and a breaking point.
Then Adrian Blackwood steps in, her billionaire boss's dangerously seductive brother. His gaze strips her bare, promising to ruin her with slow, filthy touches that leave her trembling and soaked. One forbidden night, and she's addicted to the way he claims her body like it's his birthright.
But obsession has eyes everywhere. Her boss watches with possessive hunger, his stare dark and unyielding, and he wants her locked away from everyone, especially his brother. And when her husband Noah finally wakes up, he fights dirty to reclaim what he ignored, his renewed passion bruising and desperate.
Caught between three men who crave her in wildly different ways, a reborn husband, a reckless lover, and a controlling boss, Lena isn't just tangled in lust. She's the match. And when secrets ignite, she could burn their entire empire to the ground.
7.6
For three years, I was Keagan Steele's passionate secret, the "Wild Rose of Beverly Hills" who finally tamed the city's coldest billionaire. I thought our love was real, a quiet world built away from the glitz.
Then I overheard him call me a "placeholder," a three-year experiment until his true love returned. That true love? My vicious stepsister, Alba.
He abandoned me after a car crash, choosing to save her while I bled in the wreckage. He watched as my stepmother beat me with a horsewhip, even suggesting she use it to break my spirit. He even broke my wrist to give Alba a locket that belonged to my dead mother.
When a falling light fixture threatened Alba, he dove to save her, taking the hit himself. His body, shielding hers, was the final, brutal proof: I was nothing.
But as I lay broken, a chilling thought took root. If I was going to be the villain of their story, I might as well play the part. And this time, I would burn their world to the ground.
9.6
Five years ago, my fiancé, tech billionaire Jaxon Kent, went missing. When I reported it, I became the laughingstock of Seattle. The police told me his real fiancée was an actress named Kamila.
But I was the one living with him, hidden away in his coastal villa. I was his secret, his ghost, while she wore my identity for the world.
After a fall at the police station, a miracle happened: I regained my sight. The first thing I overheard was Jaxon telling a doctor not to let my vision be restored.
He said he' d fallen for my replacement. That a blind, dependent wife was better for him now that his substitute was pregnant with his heir.
He had built me a castle not to protect me, but to imprison me. He had given me the 'Eternal Heart' diamond, then sold our love for a cheap copy.
My life was a lie. My future was stolen. And the man I loved was a monster.
So I set the castle on fire. As the flames consumed the monument to my stolen life, I whispered to the inferno, "Your love is tainted, Jaxon, and I don't want it anymore."
8.7
I died in the terrifying plunge of Flight 815. But when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a luxurious bathtub, completely unharmed.
The door opened, and my husband Jordi walked in—looking fifteen years older, his eyes glacial. He pinned me to the wall, his thumb pressing against my windpipe, demanding to know who hired me to play his dead wife.
I managed to prove I was the real Isadora, biologically still twenty-eight years old. But my nightmare had just begun.
My twenty-three-year-old son Hector looked at my unaged face with pure hatred.
"Get this cheap replica out of my father's house, or I'll have him declared incompetent!"
My twenty-year-old daughter Blossom, now a spoiled stranger treating Jordi like a personal ATM, screamed at me over the phone.
Even Jordi's ambitious female colleague showed up at our estate, treating me like a temporary toy she could easily replace.
In the space of a single breath, I had lost fifteen years. My children had grown up without me, learning to hate instead of grieve. Now, they looked at their real mother as if I were a monster trying to steal my own inheritance.
But I didn't return from the dead just to be pushed out.
I put on my old green silk dress, stepped in front of the female executive, and smiled.
If they want to treat me like a threat, I'll fight them all to get my family back.
8.9
Warning: contains mature content
Elena has long harbored a secret crush on her enigmatic billionaire boss, Andrew Blake. One night in San Francisco turns a routine business trip into a forbidden, passionate affair.Back home, Andrew faces pressure from his family: if he doesn't marry before his stepbrother Matthew, he could lose the company. Determined to secure his inheritance, he offers Elena a contract marriage and she accepts.But life gets complicated. Matthew is her ex, his fiancée is her best friend, and a betrayal orchestrated with a scandalous video shatters Elena's world. Humiliated, she disappears, determined to build a new life away from Andrew and Matthew.Yet escaping a billionaire isn't easy. Torn between revenge and forgiveness, past and future, Elena must decide: can her heart truly heal before it's too late? especially when the truth about the betrayal surfaces?