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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"This one, that one, and the pink one too." Paisley pointed lazily at a few handbags as the sales assistant rushed to take them down.

"Ma'am, would you like me to wrap these up for you?"

"Nope, just leave these out. Wrap up all the rest and send them to Rosepine Estate, No. 85."

"W-Wait, ma'am, are you serious?"

The assistant's face was full of disbelief. In response, Paisley pulled out a black credit card and handed it over. It was a limited edition worldwide, a secondary card Clive had given her on the second day of their marriage. The main card, of course, was still with him.

She used to think she was above all this. Never touched the card in her past life. But now? No need to play nice anymore.

According to the info she dug up, Clive couldn't stand gold-digging women. So hey, maybe this was her shot. Right now he was stuck in his sweet little fairy-tale romance with his one true love, so if she went all-in as the "material girl" and even hung out with other guys, maybe, just maybe, he'd snap and file for divorce.

Lucas, who had been tagging along beside her, gave her a thumbs up. "You're in a league of your own when it comes to spending money. Other women can't even compete."

Paisley raised an eyebrow. "Jealous much?"

Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. He knew exactly what she was scheming. After all, Paisley's secrets weren't really secrets to him - he had full access.

"You're really that eager to split with Clive?" he asked.

Damn right.

She had to get out of this marriage. Who knew if Clive would one day try to swallow Hughes Group whole? She needed to cut ties ASAP and take over from her grandfather.

"Quit nagging. I'm already annoyed. Just get moving on the stuff I asked - Ethan's company accounts. Don't slack."

"Relax, when have I ever messed up a job you gave me? So, what's next on your evil genius list?" Lucas was dying to know what she had in mind, family drama and all.

"Time to take off the mask. Didn't the guy say he hated jealous, overdramatic women? I'm gonna make a scene, go full drama queen, cry, scream, threaten - everything. Divorce, here I come."

*****

Back at the office, Clive was in the middle of a meeting when his phone buzzed with a credit card alert. He glanced down at the number and blinked.

Uh... what did his wife just buy?

It's not like he cared about the money. But that kind of shopping spree? Totally out of character for Paisley.

The meeting was about this year's new investment projects. Tiffany Evans came over and handed him a cup of blue mountain coffee, trying to keep him alert.

Just as things heated up, a sudden ringtone cut through the serious atmosphere.

Everyone fell dead silent.

Clive picked up. The voice on the other end? Cold. Sharp. All edge.

"Clive Harrington, get home. Now."

She used his full name - with the kind of tone that made grown men want to vanish.

"I'm in a meeting," Clive explained, oddly calm, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Did I stutter? I said now." Paisley doubled down, taking unreasonable to a whole new level.

"Fine. Wait for me." Clive ended the call, paused the meeting, and told his assistant to arrange for a ride home - leaving a room full of execs too afraid to even breathe.

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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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