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 6
The man was examining Serena's abdominal injury, his brows tightly furrowed.
Was her injury really that serious?
Serena wondered hazily.
"Hang in there." The man took off his coat and wrapped it around her, his movements unexpectedly gentle. "I'm taking you out of here."
Serena tried to speak, but a mouthful of blood came up instead. The man lifted her steadily and placed her in the back seat of the car.
A blanket was pulled over her, blocking out the sharp smell of gunpowder from the battlefield as the vehicle jolted away from the ruins.
The off-road vehicle cut through the darkness, speeding toward the depths of the wasteland.
From the driver's seat, the man glanced through the rearview mirror. Serena's face was ashen, her brows still tightly knit even in unconsciousness.
His fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel as he murmured under his breath.
"Finally found you."
Meanwhile, at the temporary evacuation shelter.
Logan settled Amy inside the evacuation truck and covered her with a blanket.
Amy clutched his sleeve and sobbed softly.
"Logan, don't go. I'm scared…"
"I'm not going anywhere." Logan reassured her, though his gaze drifted involuntarily toward the direction of the camp.
The flames hadn't died down yet, and occasional explosions still echoed in the distance. When he left earlier, he had vaguely seen Serena thrown to the ground by the blast.
Anxiety gnawed at Logan now, his handsome face slightly twisted with tension.
"Logan?" Amy called softly.
Logan snapped back to his senses and forced down the unease in his chest.
Serena was a battlefield doctor. She knew how to protect herself, and with her experience she would surely hold on until he returned for her.
Once dawn came and Amy was settled, he would go back to find her. Thinking that, he tightened his grip on Amy's hand.
What he didn't know was that miles away, the off-road vehicle carrying Serena had already passed the final checkpoint and vanished into the vast desert.
Three days later, the clearing of the ruins was nearly complete.
Logan searched the scorched land for three entire days without eating or drinking properly.
When hunger became unbearable, he gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold water. When exhaustion overtook him, he leaned against a broken wall for a brief nap before waking up and digging again.
He searched through the rubble with his bare hands, all ten fingernails torn and bleeding. Yet he still couldn't find Serena. Not even a trace of her remained.
On the evening of the third day, he finally collapsed, dropping to his knees beside the broken wall. His head hung low, his shoulders trembling.
Just then, a faint glimmer of silver flashed not far away.
Logan suddenly looked up and stumbled toward it.
He knelt beside the broken wall and pushed aside the rubble with trembling hands. It was a wedding ring. But where was Serena?
The ring was twisted out of shape, but the engraving inside could still barely be read.
"Logan and Serena, forever united in heart."
He knelt there holding the ring as tears rolled down his face.
He tried to slide the ring back onto his finger, but it was too bent to fit.
"Logan, you still have the nerve to come back?" Maya stepped in front of him and held out her hand. "Give it to me."
Logan pulled his hand back.
"Give it here!" Maya's voice rose sharply. "That belongs to Dr. Hart! Someone like you doesn't deserve to hold it!"
She crouched down and pried open Logan's blood-stained fingers. The ring fell into her palm.
Maya stood up, walked to the nearby sand slope, and threw the ring into the distant desert with all her strength.
Logan froze for a second before scrambling toward it, his voice breaking.
"Give it back… that's mine…"
But he was too late. The ring arced through the air and fell into the yellow sand, disappearing instantly.
He clawed desperately at the sand, but the shifting grains swallowed it completely.
Maya looked at his back and said coldly. "Forever united in heart? Do you really deserve that?"
After saying that, she turned and walked away.
When Serena woke on the soft bed, she felt a moment of confusion.
Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass window, scattering colorful patterns across the wooden floor.
She stared blankly at the shifting patches of light for a long moment before realizing that she was actually still alive.
Serena thought of her baby.
She suddenly sat up, her hands flying to her abdomen in panic.
The familiar curve of her belly was still there. Through the fabric she could feel the faint movement of the baby. Serena let out a long breath and collapsed weakly against the headboard.
As long as the baby was still safe.
"Miss, you're awake?" A bright, clear female voice rang out.
Serena turned her head and saw a girl with honey-colored eyes sitting beside the bed.
Two glossy braids hung over the girl's shoulders, and when she smiled, two small canine teeth showed.
"My name is Nadia Kirby."
The girl handed her a cup of warm water, moving with careful gentleness.
"Mr. Kingsley asked me to take care of you. You've been asleep for three days. We were finally able to see you wake up."
Only after taking the water did Serena realize how thirsty she was.
She drank in small, careful sips while quietly observing the room around her.
It was clean, even comfortable.
The walls were packed earth, but they had been whitewashed. The window was intact and fitted with stained glass.
The bed was soft, the sheets were clean cotton, and there was even a faint scent of soapberry in the air.
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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.