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 3
"I've already completed all the necessary examinations. If you don't trust my judgment, you can ask Dr. William Hayes or Dr. Leo Grant to take a look. They're both in the camp."
After saying that, Serena lifted the tent flap and walked out, ignoring Amy's aggrieved muttering behind her and Logan calling her name.
She walked slowly all the way back. By the time she reached her own tent, dusk was already settling in.
What greeted her was complete chaos inside the tent.
The camp bed had been turned upside down, the pillow lay on the ground, and half of the blanket hung off the side of the bed.
The few spare clothes she owned were scattered across the floor. The metal trunk her father had specially made for her sat crooked beside the bed with its lock forced open, the lid wide apart and the inside completely empty.
The nutritional food, the tiny baby clothes her mother had stitched by hand, and the emergency cash her father had tucked inside were all gone.
Serena stood at the entrance for a long time before finally walking inside. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the small succulent plant beside it.
During the days when pneumonia had left her burning with fever, that little succulent had been her only quiet companion.
Half a month earlier, the temperature in the war zone had suddenly dropped, and Serena had developed a high fever in the middle of the night.
Her fever climbed to 103°F, and even the baby inside her grew restless, kicking hard enough to send waves of pain through her lower abdomen.
Through her hazy consciousness, she saw Logan standing there.
Using the last of her strength, she grabbed his sleeve and hoarsely asked him to open the trunk in the far corner of her tent.
Inside it was the only dose of penicillin her parents had managed to send after tremendous effort. There was only one injection. It was her last hope.
"The medicine… Logan… give me the medicine…"
Logan stood at the bedside, silent for a long time. Serena forced herself upright despite the pain in her body and asked him to inject the penicillin. Instead, Logan stepped back a few paces and slipped the syringe into his pocket.
"I'm sorry, Serena. Amy caught a cold and her fever hasn't gone down. Her body is weak. She can't handle it. I'll give this shot to her first."
After saying that, he left with the injection. Serena burned with fever for three days and three nights afterward. Sweat soaked through set after set of clothes, and when Maya came to change the sheets, they were so wet they could practically be wrung out.
Serena survived by sheer luck. On the morning of the fourth day, the fever miraculously broke, but from then on she was left with the lingering problem of coughing up blood.
And what did Logan say after learning about it?
"You're a frontline doctor. You should be able to shoulder more."
Thinking of that, Serena picked up the small succulent in her hands and felt more and more that Richard had been right back then.
Richard had built his business from nothing back in the 1970s. The time Serena met him was when she and Logan were leaving for the airport in the Northreach Hinterlands.
He had already been very old, leaning on a cane. His aged eyes rested on her as if they could see straight through her.
"You and Logan won't last."
After saying that, the old man was helped into the car.
Looking back now, he had been absolutely right.
Hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent. Maya rushed in, and the moment she saw Serena and the wrecked tent, her eyes immediately turned red.
"How could they do this? I'm going to confront Dr. Lockwood!"
Serena lifted her head. Her voice was hoarse, but her tone remained gentle.
"Maya, I'll handle this myself. Could you help me check the medical supplies in the tent? We'll need to restock tomorrow. Another group of wounded soldiers will arrive in a couple of days, so we need to prepare."
Maya bit her lip as tears dropped one after another, but she still nodded.
"Okay… but are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Serena stood up slowly, her movements a little stiff. "You go ahead. I'll be back in a moment."
After saying that, she stepped outside and splashed water on her face at the basin by the entrance. The cold water cleared her head.
It was time to put an end to this. Serena walked toward Logan's office tent. When she lifted the flap, Logan was peeling an orange for Amy.
The bright orange segments were separated one by one. His movements were gentle, even carefully removing the white pith.
Amy leaned back in the chair beside him, wrapped in the camel-hair blanket. In her hand was a small celadon jar, from which she scooped a spoonful of the paste and brought it to her mouth.
That small jar contained the calming herbal paste Serena's father had gathered from pharmacies all over Alderbridge.
The tent was warm, the charcoal brazier crackling softly. Amy took a bite of the paste and smiled with her eyes half closed.
"Logan, this is delicious. Is there more?"
"If you like it, have more. I'll get you another jar when you're done." Logan comforted her softly.
Serena stood at the entrance and watched for three seconds before walking in. She stopped across the table, about a meter away from them.
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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.