I LEFT MY EX HUSBAND AND MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE
Elena's world crumbles when she finds out her husband, Alex, has been cheating on her. After confronting him, he doesn't show regret; rather he demands for a divorce and she walks away for good, giving up her marriage and the career she carefully built.
To move on, she strikes an unexpected deal: a contract marriage with Max, who turns out to be Alex's past rival.
But just as Elena begins to rebuild her life, Alex realizes what he lost-and wants her back.
But Elena isn't the same woman he once knew and she is not alone anymore.
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Chapter 1
~Elena's POV~
"I mean, we were together in bed last night, so where has Alex gone this morning, without telling me?" I muttered as I walked into the living room. I noticed Nora was trying to put the flower vase back in its position after cleaning it.
"Nora, have you seen my husband this morning?" I inquired immediately as I walked into the living room.
"Yes, ma, I saw him leave with John, his assistant," she replied as she turned to my direction, with her gaze towards the floor.
"And where did he say he was going to?" I asked, as I raised my eyebrows with curiosity written all over my face. Then I realized I was talking to Nora.
Nora is just a maid hired to keep the house clean. So, how was she to know Alex's whereabouts? She was in no place to provide me with such information' I silently said to myself.
"I don't know, he didn't say ma'am" I turned and left the living room.
I got into my bedroom and reached out for my phone in the drawer beside the bed. 'I need to call and know where he is,' I thought to myself.
After so many trials of reaching out to him through calls and text messages. He seems to have ignored everything without a single response to any of my text messages.
So I reached out to John, Alex's assistant, the line rang, and he picked up.
"Good morning, Mrs Fox, how was your night, ma'am?" He asked.
I ignored his question and went straight to the reason why I called him, "Where is my husband? I have been trying to reach him all morning, but he is not picking up his phone or responding to my text message".
"Mr Fox is in a business meeting right now, that's why he has not been able to answer your calls or respond to your text messages," I mused.
"Okay, John, thank you and have a nice day," I went off the phone immediately. I was lost in deep thought as to why he went to work today, on all days. Yes, today is our 5th anniversary, and we were supposed to spend the whole day together.
"Mrs Fox, breakfast is ready. Do I serve it here in your room or at the dining table, ma'am?" I shuddered and suddenly noticed Nora, the housekeeper, standing in the corner. I was too deep in thought that I didn't notice when Nora walked in.
"I think the dining would be okay," I said, "go on, I'll be downstairs shortly".
Shortly after, I walked down the stairs to the living room with so many thoughts running through my head. Did he forget today was our wedding anniversary?. What has come over Alex? He's been acting distant these past months, I wondered.
I had lost my appetite the minute I sat down to eat at the dining table; food was the least of my problems at the moment. So I took a bottle of wine instead. I didn't know what to do. My husband's stoic demeanor was getting to me, and it made me wonder, Why has life chosen to be unfair with me in such a manner?. Is there something I'm not getting right in this marriage? I needed an answer to these questions as I continuously sipped from the glass of wine in front of me.
I subconsciously stopped myself as I raised my hands, almost sipping on the wine. Then I remembered I was not pregnant. Alex and I have been married for five years with no kids of our own, and it's quite depressing. So I brought the glass to my mouth and sipped it on the bottom.
"Ah," I let out a satisfactory sound as I raised one hand to my chest. I stood up and looked down through the window. I hoped to see my husband. It was mid-afternoon, and it would be a miracle to see him come home this time of the day, but it was our anniversary today, and I hope he comes home early to spend this day with me, like we used to, in the past four years.
I worked for Alex at Ellex Brewery and Apparel Co. He is the CEO, and I am the managing director. So, I understand how busy it can get. I took leave from work yesterday so we could spend quality time together on a day like this.
I have always dreamt of being a jewelry designer, thanks to Alex, that dream has come to reality. Today, we work as Co-partners in our jewelry business.
"Mrs Fox, do you need anything else?" Nora walked towards me to clear the glass and bottle of wine. "I see you didn't touch the food I served you for breakfast".
"I lost my appetite, but it is fine anyway. I'll let you know as soon as I'm hungry," Nora turned to leave, then I asked, "What about the flowers, has it been delivered?".
"Yes, ma, the flowers arrived earlier," Nora divulged, "what do I do with them, ma'am?".
"Okay, take it upstairs," I declared before asking her, "Has my husband called?".
She shook her head and replied, "No ma".
I became so anxious about making tonight a perfect one, then I remembered he loves Champagne, so I ordered Nora to take care of it. "Yes, before I forget, make sure you take a bottle of champagne and two glasses upstairs along with the flowers".
If a baby was going to change his mind and attitude towards me, then there was no time to waste, as I was eager to make him happy. I would do anything to make sure I fall pregnant. It's a good thing today, being our anniversary would be a better opportunity for me to redeem our relationship.
My eyes wandered to the clock; two hours left before he came back from work. I needed to look perfect for him tonight; anything to turn him on, 'my sweet Alex'. So, I quickly ran upstairs and got into the shower.
I started by shaving my legs, although he never cared much about that, but I needed to look irresistible. I curled my hair down; he loved to see my hair curly. I wore lingerie and a sexy nightgown.
"Okay, everything is perfect," I assured myself. Then, I reached out to my phone on the table beside my bed and checked the time. It was ten minutes left for him to come home.
I sighed in relief, then I rushed to fix the bottle of champagne and glasses on the table. I turned to the bed and sat down. "Elena, you got this," I took a deep breath.
I tried my angles on bed, I needed to pose in an angle where he would see me sexy. So, I spent the last ten minutes figuring out the right angles on the bed when my alarm rang, and I knew it was time for my sweet Alex to come home.
*** A few hours later***
It's been hours, and Alex is not yet back from work. I sat in the dining room, wondering to myself, Where has he gone? It's past eight o'clock; I'm sick and worried about him. I tried calling his phone and even sent him text messages but he wouldn't respond, so I resolved to call John, his assistant, to find out his whereabouts.
"Mrs Fox," he picked up the first ring.
"Sorry for bothering you this late, is my husband still at the office?" I asked
"No, Mrs Fox, Mr Fox left the office immediately after his meeting earlier today. He said he had an urgent matter to attend to at home," he explained.
I regret bothering him, so I thanked him and ended the call. 'If he left the office earlier today, then where has he gone? because, obviously, he didn't come home.' I muttered to myself while pacing around in short spans, then a beep from my phone got my attention. It was a message from an unknown email address.
I wondered why such an email address would send a message to me. I got intrigued and eager to know the content of the mail, so I opened it.
"What!" I exclaimed. My heart skipped a beat as I widened my brows at what I saw in the mail.
I saw pictures and videos of my husband with an unknown lady checking into a hotel. His hands were wrapped around her waist. I paused the video and zoomed in to see if I could identify the unknown lady. Unfortunately, I couldn't identify who she was from the angle of vision in the videos and pictures.
"Has Alex been cheating on me?" I asked myself.
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The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne.
I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie."
I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.
8.2
Warning: this book contains strong sexual content, smuts and explicit scenes and is strictly for readers over the age of 18.
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For years, Daisy endured the mistreatment from her husband who was the president of the fallen-saints MC but tragedy struck when he got into an accident and lost his life.But even in his death, her husband showed her how much he hated her, he left everything to the hands of his mistress and the secret son they had leaving her hopeless and penniless.
Broken by his hatred for her Daisy took his death as good fate and decided to start afresh, far away from the life she lived with him. but not until she ran into his rival Christian Blackwood.
Christian Blackwood is the President of the hell-hounds motorcycle club and the perfect definition of a devil in human clothing. He is known to be ruthless , cold and most importantly without emotions and her husband sworn enemy.
But somehow Daisy finds herself in the world of the man she was warned never to cross.
The man who suddenly lurks in her shadows and wants her all to himself.
Somehow she finds hers back in the world she vowed to run away from but this time it was just any world it was his world.
Feelings become obsessions and obsession burns into something unthinkable.
Rules are broken and rivalry's are heightened and not just that dark secrets are unveiled.
7.9
Some cages are lined with silk. Some chains are dipped in gold. But they still hold you captive.
Nineteen-year-old Cassia Hale becomes the sixth bride of billionaire Killian Thorne, not out of love, but as payment for her father's gambling debts. One threat against her fifteen-year-old sister. One signature. And her life as she knew it is over.
Thrust into a mansion with five other wives, Cassia quickly learns she's different. Killian doesn't just want her, he's obsessed. She's the only one he intends to legally marry, the only one who can give him an heir, the only one who matters. But in a house where wives compete for survival and a mysterious fortune lies buried beneath the gardens, being the favorite makes her the biggest target.
Isla, the cunning queen bee, sees Cassia as an existential threat. Nessa, the jaded rebel, warns her to run while she can. Vera drowns in forbidden love with a servant. Mira watches everything with calculating eyes. And sweet, kind Thalia hides the most dangerous secrets of all.
When groundskeeper Dash offers Cassia escape and what seems like genuine love, she's torn between the monster who owns her and the man who might save her. But as drugged seductions, calculated betrayals, and murders disguised as accidents tear through the mansion, Cassia discovers the other wives aren't her only problem.
Someone is systematically eliminating the competition. Bodies are disappearing. Lies are unraveling. And Killian's dark empire, built on weapons dealing and blood money is more dangerous than she ever imagined.
As Cassia falls pregnant and the mansion descends into chaos, she must navigate deadly games where jealousy kills and trust is fatal. One by one, the other wives fall, exposed, destroyed by their own schemes, until only one question remains:
Will Cassia become another casualty? Or will she claim her crown as the only woman fierce enough to stand beside a monster and transform him into a king?
From captive to queen. From six brides to one. This is the story of how Cassia Hale became Mrs. Thorne and survived to rule his empire.
A dark, intensely erotic romance about power, obsession, and choosing love with your eyes wide open.
⚠️ Trigger Warnings:
Forced Marriage/Captivity
Dubious Consent (initial encounters)
Sexual Content (explicit, intense)
Violence
Emotional Manipulation
Power Imbalance (age gap, wealth gap, power gap)
Threats to Family Members (Lila)
Dark Themes (obsession, possession, control)
Death (side characters)
Psychological Intensity
Potentially Triggering Romance Dynamic
8.1
I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison. My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident". On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Ford’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."
It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.
At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"
I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."
This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated. I will tear off their masks and burn the Willis family to the ground.
By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.
8.5
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash.
But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering.
"The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress."
My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears.
I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase.
Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly.
"You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money."
When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side.
I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife.
But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book.
So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.
9.0
Grace's engagement to Dillan Hayes was nothing but a cold business transaction to secure funding for her family's company.
But when Dillan violently shoved her into a marble bar over his ex-girlfriend, leaving her bleeding, Grace didn't hesitate.
She called 911, had her fiancé arrested on the spot, and broke off the engagement.
Returning to the Albert estate, she expected chaos, but not absolute betrayal.
Her family didn't care that she had just been physically assaulted.
They were in a sheer panic because her cousin Ashly had just fled the country, abandoning a terrifying arranged marriage.
The groom was Hudson Turner, a man known across Manhattan as a disgraced, violent psychopath, paralyzed from the waist down in a severe crash.
To save themselves from the Turner family's wrath and financial ruin, Grace's aunt and father ordered her to take Ashly's place.
"You eat from this family, you live in this house! It is time you paid us back!"
Her father even threatened to freeze her bank accounts and faked a heart attack to force her compliance.
For three years, Grace had single-handedly kept the family business afloat while they squandered the profits.
Now, they were throwing her to a monster without a second thought, expecting her to rot as a crippled man's miserable nursemaid.
But they picked the wrong sacrifice.
Grace ruthlessly extorted a legal severance from her family, taking her shares and cutting all ties forever.
She walked straight into Hudson Turner's private gallery to propose a mutually beneficial, cutthroat business marriage.
However, when the prenuptial was signed, the "paralyzed" billionaire placed his hands on his wheelchair.
Slowly, deliberately, Hudson stood up to his full, imposing height of six-foot-three.
"The wheelchair is a necessary illusion for my enemies," Hudson stated calmly. "But it will never be an illusion between you and me."