MY CEO REGRETS: CHASING HIS HEIRESS WIFE.
She lost everything that day;
Her three years of marriage,
Her best friend's trust,
And her two weeks old baby.
...
"I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore." His voice dropped, as he moved closer.
'Divorce?' My world tilted.
"Yes, my lawyer will send you the papers to sign."
"No," I whispered, broken. "You can't be serious. Don't tell me you believed that lying bitch? This can't be happening. Not now. How could you bring this up today? We just buried my Papa a few hours ago, Lucian!" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, falling apart right there and then.
...
The price of Lyra Jones's love was everything.
She sacrificed her burgeoning career to become a devoted full-time housewife, only for her three-years marriage to Lucian White Jr. to explode in spectacular fashion.
On the very day of her father's funeral, a betrayal of shattering cruelty occurred: her childhood best friend, Aryan, delivered a fatal lie that cost Lyra her husband, her reputation, and tragically, her week-old pregnancy. Abandoned and utterly broken, Lyra fled.
Now she is back. Five years have passed, and Lyra has claimed her crown as the multibillion dollar CEO and Heiress of the Jones corporation.
She didn't return for closure; she returned for retribution. And she will not rest until Lucian is stripped of his empire and Aryan is exposed to the world.
They thought they buried the wife. Now, can they survive the CEO?
Start reading now to witness the most ruthless corporate revenge of the year.
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Chapter 2
~ LYRA ~
The priest voice was a low, steady drone, like a boring motor running too far away to matter. I leaned into my brother, letting the solidness of his shoulder be the only thing holding me upright.
The wind gusted, whipping the ends of my veil across my mouth. It tasted like dust and cheap wool. I wished it would blow harder, flatten me, rip the black dress right off and expose the lie of my composure.
It was Papa's funeral, the day he was finally going to be laid to rest. I should be weeping, convulsing, tearing my hair for Papa. Instead, I'm just... cold. And the cold wasn't the air's fault. It was the glacier of disbelief that formed in my chest from yesterday which was my anniversary.
Thank God for Michael, who bailed me out from the bar. If not, I would have drunk myself to a stupor after such a horrible scene.
The gathering was full, everyone was present yet it felt incomplete, my eyes kept on hovering each moment hoping to see Lucian in the crowd. He was supposed to be standing next to me, but he is nowhere to be found.
I had already given up, when I noticed a ripple in the back of the crowd. A sudden, noticeable shift. Whispers began to spread, hushed at first, then growing bolder.
Heads turned, and a few people even craned their necks to get a better look. My gaze followed theirs, curiosity warring with a growing sense of dread.
My breath hitched at the sight of Lucian, and walking next to him was my so-called best friend, Aryan. They looked like a nearly wedded couple on their way to a honeymoon. The sight made my heart give a painful lurch, a mixture of anger and utter confusion.
Why was he here late? Why is she still with him? Was he really serious about yesterday? I still chose not to believe it, but seeing them felt as if the floor had suddenly dissolved, leaving my stomach to lurch into a cold, empty void. The air in my lungs turned to lead, heavy, unbreathable, and stagnant. I stood boiling in rage, holding myself back from walking up to them and causing a scene.
Soon the funeral ended in a blur, and right when. Lucian was about to slip away with Aryan, I hurriedly confronted them knowing fully well that I couldn't let it go.
"Lucian, why did you come here late? " I choked at him right when he was about to get into his car.
"What do you want, Lyra?" His tone was flat, chilling.
My anger flared. "What do I want? What was that, Lucian? Where have you been since all this while I have been calling your line yet you chose to ignore my calls? And now showing up late, to Papa's funeral, with Aryan. What were you thinking?" My voice trembled.
He sighed. "It doesn't matter, the last time I checked the old man is late and takes no note of time anymore..and also about Aryan she is the only lady I see who is worth me." He added.
"It doesn't matter?" I scoffed, a bitter laugh catching in my throat. "Papa's funeral doesn't matter? What's gotten into you Lucian?" I asked, gazing at him.
He finally met my gaze, a cold resolve in his eyes as he stepped closer, his voice dropping. "Lyra just like I have said before, I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore."
'Divorce?' The world tilted. "Don't tell me you are seriously believing those pictures from yesterday?"
I stared at him, shattered, tears streaming. "No," I whispered, broken. "No. You can't be serious. This can't be happening. Not now. How could you even... how could you bring this up today?"
"We just laid Papa to rest, Lucian! All this can wait, please, let's talk this out. Whatever is going on, we can solve this together. Just the two of us." I pleaded with him. My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, you know, falling apart right there and then.
He was being deceived by the woman I called my best friend, the woman I confided in, and I wasn't going to back down without a fight. I wasn't going to let my marriage go down the drain, because of Aryan's jealousy and evil.
"I've wasted enough time on you. Don't come near my house again. My lawyer is already drafting the papers; expect them by the end of the week." His gaze curdled with a disgust so visible it made my heart recoil.
"But I'm carrying your baby, two weeks already." I said, even though I knew it wasn't the right time to drop that news.
His expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to flicker with a hint of surprise before hardening again
"Pregnant...so you think I would believe that?" he said coldly. "You and I know that child is not mine, so you'd better take the bastard child to the rightful owner."
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I had expected.. Some spark of compassion? A glimmer of responsibility? But his reaction was ice cold, and it terrified me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is our child we're talking about. Our baby."
"You're making a mistake, Lucian. Don't
let Aryan's lies ruin three years of what we've built with each other. You're letting her ruin our marriage."
"Please, you're not like this. You know me. You know the truth. You've seen me through the good times and bad. You've shared every part of yourself with me, don't let her ruin everything we've worked so hard for. Please, believe me."
I begged, holding his hands in mine, but he
ripped them out of my grasp.
"You think begging is going to get you anywhere? Well, guess what, it won't. The sooner you accept the fact that you've lost, the better for both of us." He stated.
"But Lucian, the baby," I began, heart pounding.
"I don't care what you do with it. Get rid of it. That child isn't mine," he snapped, sliding into his car and slamming the door, leaving me hanging.
"Please, Lucian, don't, I'm the woman you love, the woman you married," I pleaded, lunging after him. A searing pain ripped through my stomach, and I felt myself splinter like glass.
My knees gave way. One moment I was standing; the next I was a crumpled heap on the cold floor, the sting of the grass grounding me in a nightmare I couldn't wake from.
A faint, familiar voice cut through the haze. "Sis...?" My brother Michael's face swam into view, eyes wide with panic, his hand hovering near my shoulder as if afraid to touch me. Behind him, my mother's voice, distant yet urgent, called my name, pulling me toward something I could no longer see.
The world narrowed to a single, blinding point of darkness. The murmurs from the crowd grew louder, a frantic rhythm that matched the storm inside me.
Then everything went black.
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Until that moment when Douglas, her husband's former rival, offered her a marriage contract. A way to take revenge and reclaim what was stolen from her by those who put her in prison, destroyed her life, and killed one of her twin children.
What will Kaitlyn do when the truth comes out? When she learns that Martin Thompson's mistress is none other than her closest friend Ashley? When she uncovers the full conspiracy against her and realizes that the death she witnessed was faked, the very reason she ended up in prison?
8.5
Elara spent three years invisible in her marriage to billionaire Damien Cross. When he hands her divorce papers, she disappears without a fight.
Six months later, an accident steals Damien's memory of the past five years. He doesn't remember his ex-wife, but he can't stop searching for the woman with sad eyes who haunts his dreams.
When he finds Elara thriving in Seattle, she refuses to let him back in. But this Damien is nothing like the cold husband she remembers, and as he uncovers their past, devastating secrets emerge.
Can you forgive someone who doesn't remember breaking you?
7.8
For five years, I was the secret weapon behind A-list actor Johan Lee. As his top agent and devoted girlfriend, I cleaned up his scandals, secured his contracts, and deliberately dressed down so I would never outshine him. Tonight was his birthday, and I was waiting in his penthouse in black lace, ready to surprise him.
The only surprise was the one I got when he walked in with a 22-year-old actress. From inside his walk-in closet, my romantic evening turned into a nightmare as I listened to them fall into his bed.
But the cheating wasn't the worst part. It was hearing his cruel, dismissive laugh as he explained why he kept me around.
"She's safe," he told the other woman. "She dresses like a depressed librarian. I don't need a queen trying to steal my spotlight. I need an assistant."
An assistant. Five years of my life, my love, and my career-building genius, all reduced to a convenience. The grief in my chest instantly hardened into ice. The mousy girlfriend he took for granted was gone forever.
I walked out of that closet, ended his career with a single video, and thought I was finally free. But then my aunt called, screaming. My family's company was mysteriously facing bankruptcy, and their only way out was to enforce an old family contract. I was to be sold in marriage to the ruthless billionaire who engineered their downfall: the infamous Colvin Sykes.
8.7
They killed her once. Now, she's back to collect the debt.
Thrown back in time to the single night that shattered her life, Jane King is no longer the powerless charity case of the billionaire Norman family. She's a ghost with a ten-year grudge and a perfect memory of every sin they committed. The timid girl is gone, replaced by a woman with nothing left to lose and a ledger that can only be balanced in ruin.
Her audit begins tonight. With the cold precision of a master strategist, she dismantles the heirs, staging their downfall as tragic accidents. But her bloody work doesn't go unnoticed. From a balcony above, the enigmatic and dangerous Hudson Ellison watches the victim become a predator. He's the only one who sees the monster she's become, and he doesn't want to cage it-he wants to crown it.
He offers a dangerous alliance and the keys to an empire. But in a game of secrets and lies, when you partner with a wolf, you risk becoming the prey.
8.4
Angela Jones is just starting to rise in Hollywood when a scandal blows her career apart. Running to Santa Barbara to escape the chaos, she accidentally crosses paths with Aaron Carter, the man she once framed and destroyed.
But Aaron isn't the helpless boy she remembers. He's a cold, calculated billionaire now, and he has only one goal: revenge.
With absolute control, he pulls Angela into his game, forcing her to face every sin she buried in the past. In the end, Angela must choose, fight a world determined to take her down, or fall for the man who wants to ruin her... yet might be the only one who can save her.
7.8
For three years, Elena endured a husband who barely acknowledged her, a mother-in-law who treated her like hired help, and a sister-in-law who sneered that she was nothing but a golddigger. All the while, her husband, Damien, pined after his "perfect" ex, like his own wife didn't exist.
Until the day Elena had enough.
She signed the divorce papers, packed a single bag, and vanished.
Damien was certain she'd come crawling back within a week. But the woman they all dismissed? Turns out Elena is a billionaire heiress, the CEO of the very empire Damien has been desperate to partner with and the one now signing his paychecks.
Oops.
Now Damien is spiraling, realizing too late what he lost. But Elena has choices she never had before. Like her childhood best friend, an NFL star who's been in love with her all along.
So who will it be?
The ex-husband who finally woke up?
The best friend who never left?
Or has Elena finally decided she's done with men who don't deserve her?