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 2
~Elena's POV~
"Mrs Fox, you have an emergency here at home," Nora announced over the phone. "Please, ma'am, you need to get here as fast as you can".
My heart skipped a bit, then I asked, "What is the emergency, Nora?" There was silence over the phone. "Nora! Nora! Can you hear me? What is going on?".
After a few seconds, she finally broke the silence. "Mrs Fox, I'm sorry but this is not something to discuss over a phone call," she said, "it is something urgent that needs your urgent attention immediately ".
I was beginning to feel tense, so I grabbed my bag and car keys from the office desk. I dashed out of the office and almost bashed Mia, my office assistant. She was approaching my office with some documents I had asked for earlier.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Fox, I didn't see you coming," Mia said as she quickly moved aside. "Are you heading out, ma'am? What about the documents you asked me to bring to your office?"
"Put it on my desk, I will attend to it when I get back," I instructed Mia while walking away from her. "I have an emergency to attend to at home".
***
I parked the car and grabbed my bag, my heartbeat thumped fast as I approached my house entrance. I noticed everywhere was quiet, and I looked around to see if I could spot anything out of the ordinary.
This was unlike Nora to have called me in such a manner. I became terrified, 'What kind of emergency could make Nora call me out from work this afternoon?' I muttered silently to myself.
Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me, and I'm yet to set my eyes on him since yesterday. And now this.
I grabbed the door by the handle, and it was slightly open, so I walked into the living room in anticipation of encountering the unknown. Everywhere was dark and silent, and I was confused at the same time because I didn't understand what was going on.
"Surprise!" I heard the voice of many yells at the same time as the lights came on. I felt a cold sensation through my body as I flinched in retaliation. Nora and a few of my friends stood in front of me. There were balloons and red petals all over the floor with a nicely decorated cake and champagne all around it, on the center table of my living room.
I widened my brows with my lips slightly parted. I was speechless and at the same time trying to recover from the shock. Then I asked them, "Did you guys do this?".
"Yes, my love, we did it for you," Olivia answered with a bright smile on her face, showing how excited she was to see me surprised. "I'm so sorry I missed your anniversary yesterday. So I, Debbie, and Natasha, with the help of Nora, planned this surprise package for you".
I turned to face Nora, standing in the corner. "Was this the 'urgent something that needed urgent attention'?" I asked with a pleasant smile on my face, "You got me scared. I won't lie, you got me there".
"Yes, ma'am, it's something urgent that needs your urgent attention," Nora responded. "I'm sorry, but I had to make it look real so we could get your attention".
I felt heartwarmed and said, "This is great, and I'm so happy to see you all here today." I held both hands to my chest.
"Happy fifth anniversary," Debbie chorused.
"Thank you all, I appreciate this." I stretched out both hands wide to receive a huge hug from them.
"This calls for celebration," Natasha announced as she popped the bottle of champagne and poured it into various glass cups. She handed everyone a glass each and said, "Cheers, everyone".
I can't believe they went this far just for me. My friends have always been supportive in every way, but I least expected this. It was as if they knew I needed a distraction from yesterday night's discovery. I went to work looking unhappy, thinking of how to handle what I saw last night.
"Mrs Fox, lunch is ready and served," Nora divulged
"Okay, thank you, Nora." My friends departed for lunch.
After having lunch with my companions at the dining table, Natasha received a call and had to leave. While I sat to watch a movie with Olivia and Debbie.
"Where is Alex? I have not seen him around," Olivia announced
"Yes, Lena, where is your husband? You both are supposed to take the week off from work to celebrate your anniversary," Debbie commented.
I didn't know what to say at this point, I didn't know how to explain to them that Alex has not come home since yesterday, and he has been emotionally distant lately, so I stared at them as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was obvious I was going through hell with Alex.
"I don't know where Alex is," I divulged, "he has not been home since yesterday".
"What do you mean he's not been home since yesterday?" Olivia queried, "I hope he is not seeing another woman?"
"No, Alex loves me so much and can not cheat on me," I responded. I knew if I disclosed all that I saw on my phone last night, they'd go crazy. "Please let's change the topic and talk about something else".
So we discussed other things.
*** A few hours later***
Alex walked in a few minutes after I showered and was ready to retire for the night. He had a briefcase in his hands, looking so exhausted.
"Alex, where have you been, and why did you come home this late?" I questioned him, not minding that he looked like someone who needed to rest. "Didn't you get any of my calls or text messages?".
"What makes you think I need to answer that question?" He dropped his briefcase and sat on the bedroom sofa to pull off his shoes. "Elena, as you can see, I'm exhausted and I need to rest".
"We need to talk, Alex," I demanded
"Talk about what exactly?" He asked, "I'm not in the mood to talk now." He pulled off his wristwatch.
"Who is the lady you were with last night?" I queried as I flashed my phone screen to his face, revealing the pictures of him and a younger woman checking into a hotel.
"What is the meaning of this, Elena?" he stared at the phone screen with narrowed brows, then shifted his gaze towards "Are you stalking me?".
"That is not the answer to my question, Alex," I declared. "I can't believe you stooped so low, cheating with a cheap slut".
"Enough, Elena!" He declared, "How dare you call her a cheap slut? At least that cheap slut is more fertile than you are".
I gulped hard on hearing those words from Alex. I tried to digest them as they echoed in my mind. Did he just use those hurtful words on me? And he still has the guts to defend her right in front of me. That's uncalled for.
"Just so you know, her name is Riley, and she is carrying my baby. So I'm going to be a father soon," he divulged, "she has given me what you could not. A baby."
My heart skipped on hearing his revelation 'Did he say she's pregnant for him' I mused and was dumbfounded, staring at him, uttering those words to me. Tears flowed down my face, and I was deeply hurt.
"You know what? I have been seeking a better time to give you this, and I think now is the time. There is no point delaying the inevitable," he said, as he opened his briefcase and handed me a document, "sign it".
I looked at the documents with widened brows and rounded lips. I couldn't believe my eyes, 'Am I dreaming? Is this not a divorce agreement?' I muttered silently.
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I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm:
"In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling."
Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped.
When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for 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."