My Bigamist Ex Could Only Watch Me Shine
Serena, six months pregnant, continued to save lives on the battlefield, despite her severe illness.
Her husband, Logan, who had once chosen her over his family, gave her life-saving medicine and prenatal care items to his lover, Amy.
When the artillery struck, he let go of Serena's hand without hesitation to protect another woman, leaving Serena to collapse on the battlefield.
Later, Serena earned the respect of everyone in the midst of conflict with her medical skills.
Her ex-husband, eyes filled with remorse, knelt before her, saying, "I married her out of gratitude, I won't divorce..."
Before Serena could respond, a gun was already aimed at Logan's forehead by the undisputed leader of the safe area. "Sign the divorce papers. She's with me now."
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Chapter 1
The yellow sands of the Northreach Hinterlands swept across the land every single day, raging like a never-ending storm.
The torn canvas hanging over the entrance of the temporary medical tent had rattled in the wind for hours, shivering violently, yet stubbornly refusing to collapse.
Inside the tent, Serena Hart had been kneeling in the sand for nearly three hours.
Her fingers were stiff with cold, almost unable to hold the suture needle, but she did not dare to stop.
If the wound wasn't stitched soon, the man would lose his leg.
The young soldier's forehead was drenched in sweat. His teeth had bitten so hard into his lip that it bled. Even so, he forced a smile at her.
"I'm fine, Dr. Hart. Take your time. It doesn't hurt."
Serena drew in a slow breath, steadying her wrist as she continued stitching. Beside her, a nurse handed over fresh gauze and muttered angrily.
"Dr. Hart, Dr. Lockwood knows you just recovered from pneumonia, and you're six months pregnant. How can he still dump all these patients on you? Amy Bennett only felt a little nauseous this morning, and Dr. Lockwood has been hovering around her all day, bringing water and medicine. Meanwhile you're here working yourself to the bone. That man seriously has no conscience…"
"Focus on the patient first." Serena cut her off, her hands never pausing.
Only after the final stitch was done did Serena suddenly turn her head and start coughing.
She had been holding it back the entire time she was stitching. Now that the cough broke free, it sounded so violent that even the people beside her felt uneasy.
When Serena finally forced herself to calm down, she opened her palm. A smear of bright red blood lay stark against her skin.
So the pneumonia had left complications after all, she thought with a quiet sigh.
Voices outside suddenly grew loud, as if people were arguing. Serena quickly wiped the blood from her hand and stood up.
The moment she stood, Maya Bennett pushed the door open and rushed inside. Her brows were furrowed, her cheeks flushed bright red with anger.
"Serena, Fiona Carter just came again. She says Amy has a stomachache and wants you to go check on her. That's ridiculous. What does Amy's stomach have to do with you? Serena, you need to stand up for yourself. Don't let Amy walk all over you."
Maya looked so furious that the corners of her eyes had turned red.
Serena kept working as she listened, a numb smile tugging faintly at her lips. Hadn't Amy already won? Logan Lockwood practically wanted to grind Serena into the dirt just to place Amy on a pedestal.
She could barely remember what Logan had been like three years ago.
Back then, Logan had still been the son of the Lockwood family.
Countless well-born women had dreamed of marrying into the Lockwood family. Yet Logan had chosen her, the daughter of an ordinary professor. He had pursued her for three whole years. When she applied to volunteer in the war zone, he signed up without hesitation and followed her there.
The entire Lockwood family opposed the idea. Richard Lockwood, Logan's father, had been so furious he smashed a cup on the floor.
"Do you have any idea who you are? Going to a place like that is suicide!"
But Logan had only said one thing. "Serena's dream is my dream. Wherever she goes, I go."
For that, he broke with his family and gave up the bright future they had planned for him, choosing instead to come here with her, to a land torn apart by war.
Whenever he looked at her back then, his eyes shone with unmistakable adoration.
Which was why Serena still couldn't understand how the man who had loved her so fiercely back then had turned into this.
Serena had come here with Logan, and in the beginning, everything had been fine.
That was until three months ago, when Serena left with the second medical team to provide aid to other tribes.
Half a month later, she finally returned, filled with joy at the thought that she would soon reunite with her husband after weeks apart.
What she never expected was that the first thing waiting for her would be her husband's tribal wedding.
By the bonfire, Logan stood dressed in traditional tribal attire while Amy wore a red veil. Under the witness of the tribal chief and the gathered villagers, the two were performing the wedding rites.
Serena had been a mess at the time. It was scorching hot, and she should have been drenched in sweat. But the moment she saw that scene, it felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her head. She stood frozen in place, unable to react for a long time.
When Logan saw her, he hurried over in panic and pulled her into a corner to explain.
He said Amy's father had saved his life during a rebel attack, and the old man's final wish before dying had been for Logan to look after his helpless daughter.
He said the marriage was only a temporary solution. A way to repay the debt.
He said once the relief mission in the war zone ended, he would give Amy a sum of money, make proper arrangements for her, and return home with Serena. The one he truly loved was still Serena.
And Serena believed him.
What she did not expect was that a month later, Logan would kneel in front of her and beg her to grant him one request.
He said he had already married Amy and could not walk away from his responsibility. He wanted to give Amy a child, a child who would become her only support in the future.
He begged Serena to understand. He begged her to accept it. He promised the child would never appear before her. In the end, Logan looked at her with nothing but disappointment in his eyes.
"Serena, can you be a little more reasonable?" Logan said. Then he slammed the door and went to take care of Amy.
Only later did Serena learn that when Logan had knelt before her that day, Amy had already been two weeks pregnant.
At first Serena had been devastated, then sickened, and finally numb. The day she learned Amy was pregnant, she made a decision. The moment she returned home, she would file for divorce.
"Serena?"
Maya's voice pulled her back to reality. Serena snapped out of her thoughts, stepped forward, and gently ruffled Maya's hair. She smiled softly to reassure the girl who had followed her around like a little shadow ever since Serena arrived at the tribe.
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7.6
Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes!
"Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?"
Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles.
Fuck!
His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin.
A violent tremor shot through my whole body.
A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian."
I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came.
Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch.
I cursed myself in my mind.
He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist.
My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad.
"This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me."
Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth.
Oh God.
His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch.
And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey.
He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force.
That rhythm.
Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth.
"Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?"
He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts.
"Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?"
My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him.
A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat.
"Good. so good."
My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason.
I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart.
He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came.
He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts.
He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention.
His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey.
Fuck!
My hips jerked upward without control.
My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole.
"I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian."
--
I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car.
With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me.
That night, I nearly lost my life.
Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate.
But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him.
I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate.
But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises.
Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-
9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.
9.4
"I'm terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain."
Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No - he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous.
"No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you... fascinating."
-
Beatrice Whitmore died once already.
She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel - not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton.
Which is perfect.
Because survival comes with rules.
A mysterious System rewards her with Hatred Points for humiliation, social ruin, and expertly executed cruelty. The more she's despised, the longer she lives. Reform is fatal. Kindness is suicide.
Being terrible should be easy.
Until Captain Theodore Ashford - decorated war hero, heir to an estate as vast as his ego - refuses to despise her. Immune to her schemes, unfazed by her insults, he watches her with knowing amusement... as if he sees through every calculated performance.
Faking her death was supposed to secure her escape from the plot.
Instead, his attention drags her deeper into it.
Now Beatrice must outmaneuver gossip, rewrite a story determined to destroy her, and earn enough Hatred Points to survive - without falling for the only man who doesn't hate her.
Because in a world where love is the true death sentence for a villainess...
Cruelty might be her only way out
9.5
Seven words
9.5
Mara Vance never expected her life to shatter in an instant. But one late-night message-seven careless words never meant for her-exposes the truth her fiancé thought he'd buried.
"She won't suspect anything tonight."
Betrayal should have broken her.
Instead, it sharpened her.
While Marcus scrambles to keep his perfect image intact, Mara begins a quiet, calculated unraveling of everything he cherishes. Not loud. Not messy. No screaming, no scenes. Just a slow, elegant destruction designed to make him question his reputation... his future... and eventually, his sanity.
As old loyalties shift and hidden secrets crawl into the light, Mara discovers that revenge isn't a moment-it's a strategy. And the sweetest payback is the kind no one sees coming until it's far too late.
Seven words ended her trust.
Now seven thousand unspoken plans will end his world.
A tense, intoxicating story of love turned weapon-where the real damage is done in silence.
7.3
What happens when you fall for the wrong brother?
Nicole's safe relationship with Liam begins to shatter after a forbidden encounter with his dangerous brother, Adrian, the same man who stole Liam's CEO position and became his sworn enemy. What starts as guilt turns into haunting desire as Adrian becomes obsessed with her, refusing to let her go. Caught between loyalty and temptation, Nicole is pulled into a ruthless game of power, betrayal, and forbidden passion where loving either of the brothers could destroy them all.