My Escape From Two Tyrants

Trapped between two powerful and ruthless men, a woman finds herself caught in a dangerous game of obsession and control. These billionaire tyrants will stop at nothing to possess her, turning her life into a gilded cage. As their intense rivalry escalates, she realizes that her only hope for survival is to orchestrate a daring disappearance. She must navigate a web of desire and manipulation to reclaim her freedom before they consume her entirely.

Chapters

Chapter 1

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Emerson's friend introduced a college student to the club for him. Emerson, usually so detached, actually smiled as he pulled the young woman close, murmuring in her ear, "Just like her, even the scent."

This student bore a striking resemblance to his elusive first love. Watching him lose himself in an ardent kiss with her, my heart turned to ice. This marriage is over. I can't keep on like this.

"I knew you were still fixated on Saoirse, so I found you a lookalike," laughed Emerson's friend loudly. Emerson had Isabelle comfortably on his lap, whispering by her ear.

Rooted to the spot, a deep chill seeped through my body. Ever since Isabelle arrived, not a single person, especially Emerson, seemed to care about my feelings. He chuckled, "It's true, I can't forget her, but aren't you worried about how my wife might react, bringing someone like this right in front of her?"

His friend laughed as if it was the best joke he'd heard. "Come on, everyone knows Alice is head over heels for you. She wouldn't care how many women are around. Right, Alice?"

All eyes suddenly turned to me. Isabelle, cheeks blushed like ripe apples, smiled sweetly. Her dimples, so much like Saoirse's.

"Sis, you're not upset, are you?" Isabelle's wide, innocent eyes locked onto me, pretending to get up from Emerson's lap.

He pulled her back snugly. "You haven't done anything wrong, darling, no need to feel bad." With that, he cupped her face and kissed her with a noisy smack.

My fingernails dug deep into my palms, my entire body trembling. Today marked seven years since Emerson and I tied the knot. Until now, he had always been good to me. I knew he couldn't forget Saoirse, but I thought after seven years, he would move past it and love me. I was so wrong.

With a loud crash, I shattered a bottle of wine on the floor. As Emerson let go of Isabelle, all eyes were on me. "Do I look like a fool?" I asked, my voice steady.

"I love Emerson," I continued. "But that doesn’t mean you can walk all over me."

The room went silent for a moment before Emerson’s friend chuckled, "Are you actually mad, Alice? Don't be so petty. I just wanted to cheer him up a bit. Isabelle's sweet and young—what's wrong with Emerson enjoying himself a little?"

Emerson’s gaze was icy as he said, “There’s a time and place for your outbursts. Who I spend my time with isn't your business. Just do your duty as Mrs. Gordon.”

Tears slipped from my eyes, each one burning a hole in my chest. “Emerson, today was supposed to be a celebration for us. We made it through seven years.”

“I thought you’d keep your promise, but instead, you've shocked me beyond belief.”

When we married, he promised we’d officially register after seven years. I asked why at the time, but he never explained. For seven long years, I waited, held on. And today, he embraces another, kisses her, and looks at me like I’m nothing.

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After witnessing his wife, CEO Winona Quinton, allow her male assistant an inappropriate level of intimacy at a public banquet, Jared Strathmore realizes his marriage is a sham. When Winona defends the assistant's behavior as normal, Jared chooses to walk away. He leaves his resignation behind, but Winona dismisses his departure as a mere tantrum. However, Jared is finished playing the submissive husband. He returns not to apologize, but to serve her with final divorce papers.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

9.0

I Married The Wrong Groom And Fell For Him

9.0

Emery intended to marry an older man to rescue her mother’s failing company, but a wedding day mix-up binds her to Terrence, the country's wealthiest bachelor. Terrence, the newly appointed President, must maintain his reputation after his original bride fled, forcing him to keep Emery as his fake wife. As they navigate this arrangement, Emery struggles with her growing attraction, while Terrence fights to maintain self-control around his stunning new spouse.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

Love Me Like Before

8.5

After three years of marriage, Seraphina is left heartbroken when her billionaire husband, Elias, demands a divorce to reunite with his first love. Choosing to disappear, she hides a life-altering secret: she is pregnant with his child. Five years later, Seraphina returns as a successful woman, only to cross paths with a regretful Elias. Now desperate to win her back, he must face the consequences of his past betrayal.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

My Fiancé Gave My Work to His Mistress

8.3

The lavish, gleaming ballroom offers no comfort to the betrayed woman sitting in silence at table seven. As the elite crowd looks on, her billionaire partner, Damien, stands flawlessly in his navy suit, soaking in their admiration. Surrounded by her team, she is forced to watch his triumph under the spotlights, suddenly realizing the devastating depth of his deception at a glittering party that has transformed into her worst nightmare.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Ninety Days To Break Your Heart

8.6

I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"—the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger. When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn’t offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else. The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows. I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference. But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company’s voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I’m not running away anymore. I’ve decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I’m staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming—his most dangerous nightmare.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

The Billionaire's Medicine: His Silent Obsession

8.7

My stepmother sold me like a piece of inventory to a man known for breaking people just to plug the financial crater my father left behind. I was delivered to the Morton estate in the middle of a freezing storm, stripped of my phone, and told that if I didn't make myself useful, my senile grandfather would be evicted from his care facility by noon. The master of the house, Adonis Morton IV, was a monster living in a silent mausoleum, driven to the brink of madness by a sensory condition that turned every sound into a physical assault. When I was forced into his suite to serve him, he didn't see a human being; he saw a source of agony. In a fit of animalistic rage, he pinned me to the wall and nearly strangled me to death just for the sound of a shattering teacup. I only survived by using my grandfather’s secret herbal blends and pressure-point therapy to force his overactive nervous system into a drugged sleep. But saving him was my greatest mistake. Instead of letting me go, Adonis moved me into a guest suite connected to his own bedroom by a hidden door. He didn't just want me as a servant; he needed me as a human white-noise machine to drown out the demons in his head. The nightmare deepened when he took the promissory note that defined my freedom and tore it into confetti. By destroying the debt, he destroyed my exit strategy. He replaced my maid’s uniform with a silver silk dress that clung to my skin but did nothing to hide the dark, ugly bruises his fingers had left on my neck. He branded me as his "primary care associate," a title that was nothing more than a gilded cage. I felt a sickening sense of injustice as he forced me to sign a contract that banned me from contacting other men and required me to sleep wherever he slept. He looked at me with a possessive heat, calling me his "medication" rather than a woman. My family had sold my body, but Adonis Morton was intent on owning my very presence, using my grandfather’s medical bills as a leash to keep me within twenty feet of him at all times. Standing in a neglected greenhouse with mud staining my expensive silk, I realized I was no longer a victim waiting for rescue. If I was going to be his medication, I would learn how to be his cure—or his undoing. I began clearing the weeds with a cold, calculated frenzy, determined to turn this prison into my laboratory. He thinks he has trapped a helpless girl, but I am going to pry open the cracks in his stone walls until his entire world comes crashing down.

Billionaire LitRPG Modern

My Escape From Two Tyrants

Chapter 1

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