Mr. CEO, I'm Reborn-Now Spoil Me 100 Percent!

Revenge brought her back. His unwavering love made her stay. Paisley Hughes opens her eyes three years in the past, at the start of her gilded cage marriage to tycoon Clive Harrington. Haunted by the memory of her tragic end, she is a storm of vengeance, ready to expose the betrayal that awaits. Yet she swiftly uncovers a stunning truth: her powerful, enigmatic husband has loved her silently but fiercely all along. Thrust into the heart of his family's ruthless succession war, Paisley discovers that Clive's devotion is her greatest weapon. Together, they battle hidden enemies and poisonous alliances. This time, she fights not just to settle scores, but to claim the powerful love and the true family that were always her destiny.

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Paisley held a manager title at Clive's company, and her office was - unsurprisingly - inside his. She honestly didn't care how important the title was or how much power it actually gave her.

In her eyes, it was just Clive being Clive - trying to keep tabs on her.

So naturally, from the get-go, she wasn't thrilled. The desk? Didn't like it. Swapped it for one she personally picked. The chair? Too bland. She replaced it with a ridiculous pink one that totally clashed with Clive's minimalist vibe.

And it didn't stop there. She ditched the green plants in favor of lilies, demanded cappuccino over whatever sad excuse of coffee they had before. After all those swaps, she honestly ran out of things to nitpick. So now? She just lay there sulking like a grumpy cat.

It sucked enough not having anything to do, but being stuck right under Clive's nose made it ten times worse.

Revenge mode: activated. During work hours, Paisley blasted her video games like it was a LAN party. Of course, she made Clive upgrade the computer setup just for this moment.

The noise? Infuriating. Right when Tiffany walked in to hand Clive a document to sign, Paisley pounced with a fresh dose of drama.

"Babe, they're bullying me! Can you finish up and come help your poor wife?"

Even Paisley mentally face-palmed herself at the pure drama. She knew she was being a drama queen and honestly, if Clive still kept cool after all this, props to him.

But Clive just sighed and told Tiffany, "Leave it here. You can go."

Tiffany glanced at Paisley and, probably used to the circus by now, quietly made her exit.

Once she was out, Paisley slid back to her seat, game ready - until the internet cable got yanked.

"Mrs. Harrington, I brought you in to work, not to mess around and pick fights with my assistant," Clive said, frowning hard.

Oh? Hit a nerve?

Paisley's lips tugged up into a smirk. "What, upset now? If you care so much about your precious ex-crush, maybe we should just get a divorce. That way, I won't be around to bully her anymore."

That was it. Clive finally realized - this whole thing? She'd been baiting him.

Divorce? As if.

She stepped through the Harrington doors - no way he was gonna just let her walk out.

He reached out, lifting her chin, eyes narrowing as he looked right into her. It was intense - like pee-your-pants intense.

"There's no divorce in my world. Only death. You sure you want to push it?"

Paisley's eyes widened slightly. Dang, that was close. And sure, he looked good up close - fine. But threatening your wife? Seriously? Waste of a handsome face.

Game officially ruined.

Plus, Clive was basically leaning his whole body over hers - way too much closeness. That look on his face? In their past life, it always led to sex. Fast, hard, against-the-wall kind of sex.

And now, with him leaning over her like that, it was giving major déjà vu. They were still legally married... and dangerously close to relapsing.

Next thing, she shoved him away and stormed off to the bathroom.

Only when she got in there did it hit her - what was she running from? Why was she still chickening out like before?

So what if Clive didn't want a divorce? That just meant she could use the Mrs. Harrington title however she pleased.

After all, he's the one refusing to let go. Not her.

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While taking his daughter to the park, a man is rear-ended by an arrogant driver in a familiar supercar. He realizes the vehicle is his own limited-edition car, which his wife, Hazel Bishop, claimed was in the shop. The stranger boasts that his wife, the GM of Milton Group, bought it for him. This action-packed billionaire romance reveals a devastating betrayal, as the protagonist discovers Hazel’s affair and her lies about her whereabouts.

Action Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

9.2

After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Fiancé’s Creditor

9.2

Standing in a Parisian salon, the protagonist watches as her custom wedding gown is draped over Sofia Ross, her fiancé’s god-sister. Instead of defending his bride-to-be, mafia heir Vincent Cassio dismisses her feelings, demanding she choose a generic replacement for their nuptials. Realizing her worth, she refuses to be sidelined. She removes her five-carat ring, leaving it on a table and effectively ending their engagement. The year of planning and devotion vanishes in an instant.

Billionaire Mafia Modern Romance

8.8

Beyond Betrayal: A Billionaire's Fall

8.8

I was an artist who gave up my career for my tech CEO husband, Jakob. Pregnant with our child, I believed our life was a perfect dream built on his genius. That dream shattered when I discovered his genius was a lie, built on stolen code. Then I overheard his real plan: to drug me, publicly ruin me, and auction off my body after murdering our unborn child. At our anniversary gala, he forced drugged champagne into my hand. I watched him destroy my art-my last dream-before I collapsed, losing our baby on the cold museum floor. They left me for dead, having taken everything-my love, my art, my dignity, and my child. After I survived, I walked into the interrogation room where he was being held. I showed him a fabricated DNA report proving the baby was his, alongside a real document proving he'd had a secret vasectomy. He broke down, believing he'd murdered the son he never knew he could have. "I'll do anything," he sobbed. "Then sign these," I said calmly, pushing the divorce papers and a full transfer of his billion-dollar empire across the table.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison

7.6

Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.0

His Accidental Wife Is A Secret Tycoon

9.0

Jaden's abusive foster parents sold her into marriage to a 62-year-old criminal to settle gambling debts. But a lobby mix-up makes her sign the certificate with the wrong man: Constantine Kensington, the ruthless billionaire CEO who assumes she's a gold-digging scammer who trapped him on purpose. Instead of an annulment, he drags her into his manor, cuts her credit, and throws a humiliating internship at her, demanding she follow his rules. He sees a desperate orphan at his mercy. What he doesn't know: she's "King," the legendary dark web hacker who just shorted a global conglomerate for five billion from his guest room. She signs his ten-million-dollar divorce payoff with a smirk, happy to use his title as her invisible shield.

Action Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

9.7

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer

9.7

For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez. On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me. His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture. In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage. He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger. When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered. "She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back." He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg. He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control. But he was wrong. I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return. I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan. "It is time to find myself again."

Billionaire Modern Romance

Mr. CEO, I'm Reborn-Now Spoil Me 100 Percent!

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