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 4
"Who gave you the right to touch my things?"
Logan looked up when he saw her, his brows immediately knitting together again.
"What are you making a fuss about now?"
"My entire tent was turned upside down. I can't even come here and ask for an explanation?"
Amy timidly set the jar down and leaned closer to Logan.
"Please don't be angry, Serena. I just thought the paste smelled nice and wanted to try a little. Logan said it was fine…"
"It was fine?" Serena repeated the words and suddenly laughed. "I wouldn't even use that jar when I was coughing up blood and couldn't sleep, and you just open your mouth and say it's fine?"
Logan stood up, his expression darkening.
"Amy isn't feeling well because she's pregnant. If she used it, then she used it. Just buy another one when you return home. Do you really have to argue over something this trivial?"
Serena looked at the man in front of her. His eyes held nothing but disgust as he shielded the woman behind him.
In that moment, Serena suddenly realized something with perfect clarity. Logan was no longer the man he used to be.
All the vows and promises that had once moved her and convinced her completely shattered in that instant.
The final trace of hesitation in Serena's heart disappeared.
She spoke slowly, her voice calm.
"When I had a high fever, you used my life-saving medicine to please someone else. When I started coughing blood, you told me to keep working. Now even the things my parents sent me, you give away like they mean nothing."
She stepped forward half a step, staring directly at Logan.
"Logan, what exactly am I to you? Your wife, or just a tool you use to repay a debt?"
"Serena!" Logan's voice suddenly rose. "I already told you. Once the war ends and we return home, then—"
"There won't be a 'then.'" Serena said. "Let's get divorced."
The tent instantly fell silent.
The charcoal fire crackled softly. Amy widened her eyes, though she couldn't hide the brief flicker of satisfaction in them.
Logan stood frozen in place, as if he hadn't heard her clearly.
"When the six-month deployment ends and we return home, we'll handle the paperwork on the first day."
Serena turned and walked toward the exit. When she reached the entrance, she paused and glanced back at him.
"Dr. Lockwood, please continue assigning duties according to the schedule. If there are wounded who need stitching, I will still fulfill my responsibilities."
After saying that, she lifted the tent flap and walked out without looking back.
Outside, night had completely fallen. The sandstorm hadn't stopped. If anything, it had grown even stronger.
Maya was checking the medical supplies. When she saw Serena enter, she quickly wiped her eyes.
"Serena, you're back!"
Serena walked over to the medicine shelf and began checking the records—tetanus serum, antibiotics, painkillers, gauze, disinfectant.
"We still have about three days' worth of tetanus serum. The resupply should arrive tomorrow." She closed the notebook and looked at Maya. "If any wounded develop a fever tonight, follow the standard procedure. If you're unsure about anything, come get me immediately."
Maya nodded, hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"Serena, are you really going to divorce Dr. Lockwood? In our tribe, it's common for men to have two wives. But divorce… I've never seen a woman ask for one in all my seventeen years."
Serena paused, her gaze drifting toward the dark night outside.
"Maya, when a road reaches its end, you have to choose another one. Not everything can be endured and simply passed through."
Maya hesitated, her voice growing softer.
"Dr. Hart… actually, I'm Amy's cousin. But I like following you more. There's a light in your eyes I've never seen before. You taught me how to read, how to use medical equipment, and you told me women can become doctors too. My mother says a woman like you appears in our tribe maybe once in a hundred years."
Serena was momentarily stunned, then she smiled. It was a faint smile, but warm.
"Thank you, Maya."
Maya's eyes were slightly red, but her gaze was firm.
"So no matter what decision you make, I'll support you. You're braver than any woman in our tribe."
After saying that, Maya seemed embarrassed and quickly ran out of the tent, leaving Serena standing there alone.
After a long moment, Serena came back to herself and shook her head with a helpless smile. She sat on the edge of the bed, and after a while, murmured softly to herself.
"It's alright."
Yes. It would be alright.
Her hand gently rested on her belly, where a small life was growing.
More than six months now. Sometimes the baby kicked her, lively and mischievous. When the child was born, perhaps they would cry through the night, or perhaps they would be a gentle baby.
Thinking of that, Serena straightened slightly and spoke softly, her voice filled with gentle apology.
"Baby, I'm sorry. Mommy couldn't control her emotions today. It might have affected you, but I promise it won't happen again."
The child inside her moved gently, as if responding. Serena smiled, yet tears slipped down her face.
She raised a hand to wipe them away, but fresh tears kept coming. Eventually she stopped wiping them and simply let them fall.
Meanwhile, inside Amy's tent, Logan was gently helping her sip some porridge.
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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.