I Donated My Bone Marrow to Save His Mistress

Isabella Sterling was the ultimate trophy wife—until she became a disposable sacrifice. After six forced abortions to save her husband Marcus’s leukemia-stricken sister, Isabella is left hollow, her womb a graveyard for Marcus’s obsession. When he demands a final, life-altering procedure that will leave her barren forever, something snaps. In the dead of night, Isabella vanishes, erasing her existence to become Elena Cross. Three years later, she returns to New York—not as a victim, but as a radiant, unbreakable woman on the arm of a powerful new ally. Seeing the wife he destroyed reborn and thriving, the arrogant Marcus Sterling falls to his knees, begging for a second chance. But Isabella has a secret: she’s finally carrying the child he said she could never have—and he will never touch it

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The Hamptons estate was supposed to be our sanctuary, a place where the Sterling family could escape Manhattan's suffocating pace. But like everything else in my marriage, this sprawling beachfront property had become another stage for Sarah's manipulations and Marcus's blind devotion.

I sat on the terrace, a book open but unread in my lap, watching the Atlantic waves crash against the private shoreline. Two weeks had passed since my procedure at Mount Sinai—since I'd lost my sixth child and donated bone marrow to save Sarah. My body was still healing, inside and out, but Marcus had insisted we come to the Hamptons for the weekend. Sarah needed "fresh air" for her recovery.

The autumn breeze carried a chill that made me pull my cashmere wrap tighter around my shoulders. From my vantage point, I could see Sarah lounging by the infinity pool, her thin frame draped across a chaise lounge despite the October temperature being too cold for swimwear. She'd been watching me, I realized, her eyes following my movements with that calculating gaze I'd come to recognize.

I returned to my book, determined to ignore her presence. That's when I heard the splash and the scream.

"Help! Marcus! MARCUS! SHE PUSHED ME!"

My head snapped up to see Sarah thrashing in the deep end of the pool, her arms flailing dramatically as she screamed accusations between gasps. I froze, confusion and disbelief paralyzing me. I hadn't moved from my seat, hadn't been anywhere near the pool.

The terrace doors burst open as Marcus charged outside, his face contorted with fury. His eyes locked on Sarah struggling in the water, then darted to me, instantly assigning blame without question.

"What have you done?" he roared, rushing past me to the pool's edge.

"I didn't—I was sitting here the whole time," I stammered, rising to my feet. "Marcus, check the security cameras. I never left this spot!"

He ignored me completely, reaching to pull Sarah from the water. She clung to him, her body shaking with exaggerated sobs as she buried her face against his chest.

"She pushed me, Marcus," she whimpered. "She waited until you went inside and then she pushed me. She knows I'm weak from the treatment."

Marcus's eyes were glacial as he turned to me, Sarah still wrapped in his protective embrace. "The cameras don't matter. I know what you're capable of."

The injustice of it burned through me. "Marcus, that's impossible. I was sitting right here! You can see from the house—"

"Enough!" His voice cut through the air like a whip. "You want to play games with my sister's life? Fine. Let's see how you like the water."

A chill that had nothing to do with the autumn air ran through me. "What?"

"Get in." He pointed to the pool, his expression unrecognizable. This wasn't my husband anymore—this was Sarah's puppet, dancing to her strings. "Get in the pool, Isabella."

"Marcus, it's freezing—"

"GET IN!" he roared, causing even Sarah to flinch in his arms.

Slowly, I removed my wrap and stepped toward the pool in my silk blouse and linen pants. My heart hammered against my ribs as I descended the steps into the frigid water. The cold stole my breath instantly.

"All the way in," Marcus commanded. "Swim laps. Ten of them."

"I can't swim well—you know that," I pleaded, the water now at my waist, my clothes heavy and clinging.

"Should have thought of that before pushing someone who's fighting for her life," he said coldly.

I saw Sarah's face over his shoulder, the ghost of a satisfied smile playing at her lips before she buried her face against him again with a theatrical sob.

The water enveloped me completely as I pushed off, my limbs already stiffening with cold. I struggled through the first lap, then the second, my waterlogged clothes dragging me down, my lungs burning. By the third lap, my muscles were cramping painfully. Marcus watched from the edge, unmoved by my obvious distress, while Sarah had mysteriously recovered enough to sit up and observe my punishment.

Halfway through the fourth lap, my strength gave out. My head slipped beneath the surface, water flooding my nose and mouth. I flailed, panic consuming me as I sank deeper, the world above distorting through the chlorinated blue.

The last thing I saw before darkness crept in was Marcus, still standing at the pool's edge, making no move to save me.

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Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

Ending a Toxic Engagement

8.7

The elegant bridal boutique buzzed with anticipation. Mirrors reflected the soft lighting from crystal chandeliers, casting a warm glow over racks of white perfection. I stood alone on the small circular platform, the delicate beadwork of my wedding gown catching the light as the seamstress knelt at my feet, pins between her lips. "Turn please, Miss Edwards," she mumbled around the pins. I rotated slowly, the heavy silk rustling against the carpet. My eyes drifted to the empty chair beside my father's assistant, where Dean should have been sitting. The clock on the wall showed he was now forty-five minutes late. "I'm sure Mr. Patterson will be here any moment," the boutique owner said with practiced sympathy, checking her watch for the third time. "These final fittings are so important for the groom to see." I forced a smile that didn't reach my eyes.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Faking Forever With The Billionaire

8.8

She told one little lie... and it changed everything. When Alina catches her longtime boyfriend cheating with her own stepsister, no less-humiliation isn't even the half of it. In a desperate moment of pride and pain, she lies. Boldly. Recklessly. "I wasn't that faithful either," she says. "I've been seeing someone too... Aiden Blackwood." It's a name that stops everyone cold. Only problem? She doesn't know him. Not even a little. What was supposed to be a petty lie to save face spirals out of control when she's expected to prove her relationship with the elusive, powerful, and notoriously untouchable billionaire, Aiden Blackwood. Just when she's about to be publicly shamed, the crowd parts, and the man himself shows up. With a smirk that melts every doubt, he wraps an arm around her waist, and lean in close; "Hey, wifey, did I keep you waiting too long?"

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

From Fake Love to Real Dreams

9.6

I smoothed the tablecloth one final time, adjusting the crystal wine glasses until they caught the light from the candles just right. Our fifth wedding anniversary deserved perfection. The dining room in our penthouse apartment looked like something out of a magazine spread—white roses in the center, our best china gleaming, and a bottle of Damien's favorite Bordeaux breathing nearby. My fingers trembled slightly as I placed his gift—a Swiss watch I'd saved for months to buy—beside his plate. The small velvet box held more than just an expensive timepiece; it contained my hope that tonight might rekindle what we'd lost somewhere along the way. "What's all this?" I turned to find Damien standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. He looked tired, his normally immaculate suit slightly rumpled, his dark hair disheveled as if he'd been running his hands through it all day. "Happy anniversary," I said, my smile wide and hopeful. "I made your favorite—beef Wellington." A flicker of something—surprise? annoyance?—crossed his face before settling into polite acknowledgment.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Saving My Life

9.2

Five years. Five long years of playing the perfect wife, of hiding who I really am, of loving a man who sees me as nothing more than a business transaction. I stood in our dining room, adjusting the crystal wine glasses for the third time. The table was set with our finest china—the set Alexander had never once used. The candles cast a warm glow across the room, flickering shadows against the walls of the Burke estate. "Mrs. Burke?" Our housekeeper appeared in the doorway. "Is there anything else you need?" "No, thank you, Maria." I smoothed my dress—a deep burgundy that complemented my olive skin. "He should be home any minute." She nodded and disappeared, though I caught the pity in her eyes. She knew, as did the rest of the staff, that anniversaries meant nothing to Alexander.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

My Husband Married His Mistress

9.4

The elevator doors slid open on the thirty-second floor, and I stepped into the familiar hallway of Grant Enterprises. My heels clicked against the marble floor, the sound echoing in the early morning quiet. Something felt off—the usual buzz of activity was missing, replaced by an unsettling stillness. As I rounded the corner to my office, I stopped dead in my tracks. Cardboard boxes lined the wall outside my door, my personal items haphazardly thrown inside. My framed MBA diploma peeked out from one box, the glass cracked down the middle. "Olivia?" Maya's voice came out as barely a whisper. My assistant stood by her desk, clutching a manila folder to her chest like a shield. Her eyes were red-rimmed, darting between me and the elevator as if calculating an escape route. "What's going on?" I asked, though my stomach already knew the answer.

Billionaire Modern Romance

I Donated My Bone Marrow to Save His Mistress

Chapter 2

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