Hunting Down My Mysterious Doctor Wife
I was the despised adopted daughter of the Sanders family, hiding behind heavy gothic makeup and enduring their daily disgust.
The day my adoptive father died in a severe car crash, my adoptive mother and stepsister didn't even bother to call me.
Instead, while his body was still warm, my mother filed a multi-million dollar life insurance claim.
"I am not feeding a useless freak for another day. Pack your trash and get out."
She kicked me out into the freezing rain, but that wasn't the worst of it.
My stepsister Cornelia stole my greatest secret. Five years ago, I saved the life of Fidel Vaughan, a ruthless billionaire heir, from a burning estate.
Cornelia claimed my identity, accepted a million-dollar reward, and secured a marriage proposal from him, burning my only proof to ashes.
They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic high schooler they could discard and replace.
But when I hacked the police files, I discovered my father's crash wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit, and the Vaughan Group had hijacked the traffic cameras to cover it up.
I washed off the ugly black makeup, shedding the disguise of a pathetic outcast.
I am Spectre, the world's most elusive hacker and underground doctor.
I intercepted the billionaire heir's heavily armed convoy in the dead of night. They thought they could steal my life and murder my father, but now, I hold the needle that controls Fidel Vaughan's sanity, and I will make them all pay.
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Chapter 7
The Escalade's massive tires spun on the wet asphalt, gripping the road as the engine roared.
Eleanora stood perfectly still in the rain. The water ran down her black trench coat.
Just as the rear bumper of the SUV passed her, Eleanora inhaled sharply and projected her voice, cutting through the engine noise and the storm.
"Right temporal lobe piercing pain!" Eleanora shouted. "Frequency of eighty beats per minute. Accompanied by intermittent optic nerve blackouts!"
Inside the heavily insulated cabin, the words penetrated the glass.
Fidel's entire body went rigid. His hands, which were pressed against his temples, froze.
"Severe insomnia exceeding one hundred and twenty hours," Eleanora's voice rang out again, cold and clinical. "Standard sedatives have developed full resistance. Your nerve fibers are actively snapping."
Fidel's eyes snapped open. His pupils dilated in pure shock.
Those symptoms were highly classified. His own private medical team didn't even have the exact frequency of the pain pulses.
"You have three months left," Eleanora delivered the final blow. "Then you go into brain death. Keep driving. Enjoy your funeral."
She turned her back on the convoy and started walking toward the Aston Martin.
Inside the SUV, Fidel's chest he heave. The pain in his head was screaming, but the shock of her words paralyzed him.
"Stop the car," Fidel growled.
The driver slammed on the brakes. The Escalade lurched to a halt ten yards away from Eleanora.
Julian, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around, his face pale. "Sir? It could be a trap."
Fidel ignored him. He pressed the intercom button. "Bring her to me."
Two bodyguards immediately ran forward, stepping in front of Eleanora just as she reached for the Aston Martin's door handle.
Eleanora stopped. She looked over her shoulder at the stopped Escalade. The corner of her mouth twitched upward in a victorious smirk.
She let go of the door handle and walked slowly back to the SUV.
The rear window rolled all the way down.
Fidel stared at her, his eyes stripping her down, searching for a lie. "How do you know that?"
Eleanora stopped right outside the window. She looked down at him, her expression completely bored. "I'm a doctor. My eyes told me."
Fidel let out a harsh, painful breath. "If you investigated me to get close, I will peel your skin off."
Eleanora raised her left wrist, pulling back her sleeve to check her watch.
"Your heart rate is currently sitting at one hundred and thirty," she stated flatly. "Cold sweat is soaking through your custom shirt. You have exactly fifteen minutes to decide if you want my needles in your head, or your next spasm will put you into hemorrhagic shock."
Fidel's jaw clamped shut. A fresh wave of agony ripped through his skull, validating her exact timeline.
He stared at the woman. She was arrogant, cold, and entirely unafraid of him.
His survival instinct overpowered his paranoia.
"Take her to my private suite at the club," Fidel ordered Julian.
Julian's eyes widened in shock. Fidel never let anyone into his private sanctuary.
Eleanora turned to Devonte and gave him a subtle nod. "Have the Aegis legal team handle the fallout," Eleanora murmured, her voice barely carrying over the sound of the storm. "I want all public records of this collision scrubbed, the street cameras looped, and the local precinct bought off within the hour."
Devonte backed away with a curt nod, returning to the Aston Martin to wait.
A bodyguard opened the rear door of the Escalade.
Eleanora climbed in. She sat on the plush leather seat, leaving a foot of space between herself and Fidel.
The door slammed shut, sealing them in the dark, quiet cabin.
The convoy accelerated, speeding through the rain toward the VIP club.
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9.7
"Sign it. You're no woman if you can't give me an heir."
Niamh gave Marcus two years of her life, her unwavering loyalty, and her silent love. In return, the billionaire CEO served her divorce papers and a one-way ticket to the gutter.
Cast out into a rainy night with nothing but the clothes on her back and twelve dollars, Niamh’s story should have ended there.
Instead, she stumbled on a stranger in the rain.
In an attempt to save him, he kisses her senseless. He is the last Lycan King standing, and a man of terrifying power, yet he is haunted by a seven-century curse.
When the king has a taste of Niamh in the pouring rain, he knew he had to keep her for himself, even though she was human and it was against the laws of their kind not to mingle with humans.
The King needs her essence and Niamh realizes she could use her body to get what she wanted; revenge on Marcus and his mother for humiliating her and making her waste her time.
Now, the woman Marcus discarded is rising as a global conglomerate queen and a Divine Enchantress as assigned by the Moon Goddess.
While her ex-husband’s empire crumbles into bankruptcy and his body rots with a shameful curse, Niamh is learning that being "claimed" by the King is much more than the contract she'd initially made with him.
He wanted to use her as his cure. She wanted to use him for her revenge.
But in the Lumina Realm, the Goddess has other plans.
7.5
Five years of a fake marriage to a billionaire.
Christi thought she was a wealthy wife-until City Hall told her the truth.
No marriage license. No legal rights. Nothing but a lie.
Her husband cheated on her for four years.
His entire family mocked her, used her, and planned to trap her with a baby.
She was ready to ruin them all.
Then a secret changed everything:
Her late parents were DARPA elites. She is the sole heir to $50 billion.
There's only one catch-marry Cornelius Gregory, Wall Street's ruthless paralyzed tycoon.
She signs the contract in an instant.
Freeze their accounts. Destroy the Rivera family.
The game is over for them.
And the queen has just arrived.
8.4
Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter.
But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party.
The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face.
The shock triggered a massive heart attack.
Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table.
Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder.
"You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments."
When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child.
Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money.
They thought she would just break and quietly disappear.
But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window.
She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.
8.0
My wedding was tomorrow. I was a crisis counselor who had finally found peace with my loving fiancé, Dexter, and my best friend, Barbara.
A late-night call about a forced marriage led me to a hotel penthouse, where I found them naked in bed together.
It was all a cruel, three-year "savior game." They were bored heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career, caused me to lose our baby, and put my mother in the hospital.
They forced me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding-the one that should have been mine.
In front of hundreds of guests, they exposed my traumatic past and then tried to marry me off to a drunken stranger as a joke.
As I stood there, broken, a text from Barbara arrived.
"Your mother saw the livestream. She had a heart attack. She's not going to make it."
With nothing left, I ran to the 20th-floor window and jumped. They thought they had erased me. But my death was just the beginning.
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."
8.2
She was the sacrifice-married off to the city's most ruthless billionaire to save a family that never loved her. But when she discovered his betrayal with her own sister, everything shattered.
Pregnant, penniless, and abandoned, Bella Hart disappeared into the night, vowing never to be powerless again.
Few years later, she returns as the CEO of an international empire, more powerful than anyone imagined possible. Her secret weapon? The little boy with piercing grey eyes who calls her "Mommy, he is the son of the man who destroyed her.
Caleb Black spent years drowning in regret, searching for the wife he threw away. Now she's back, untouchable and unforgiving. He'll do anything to reclaim what he lost his wife, his son, his chance at redemption.
But Bella didn't return to forgive, she returned to conquer.
With enemies circling, old wounds bleeding, and a passion that refuses to die, Bella must decide: Will she let the man who broke her back into her heart? Or will she destroy him the way he once destroyed her? In a world of billion-dollar deals and deadly secrets, love is the most dangerous gamble of all.