Follow
Chapters
Share
My Husband and Cousin Stole My Design Novel Cover

My Husband and Cousin Stole My Design

After her parents' death, Joyce’s cousin stole her inheritance and her aunt imprisoned her. Saved by Julien Lawson, Joyce married him out of gratitude while working tirelessly to support his orphanage and her design dreams. However, she discovers a devastating betrayal: Julien has spent a decade intercepting her sketches and giving them to her cousin, Mindy. To protect Mindy’s career, he has suppressed Joyce’s talent, ensuring her success remains a secret while she lives in poverty.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 3

My chest hurt like it was being torn apart.

Julien hugged me tightly as I trembled. Then, his phone rang. He answered in annoyance, but the moment he heard the voice on the other side, he let go of me right away.

“Julien, Samuel and I just reached the hospital,” Mindy said sweetly through the phone.

“Mindy, wait a minute. I’m coming now!”

He rushed off without even saying goodbye to me.

My aunt came out of the stairwell. She looked embarrassed. “Joyce, Mindy’s kid is really sick. So she came back to get him treated.”

She rubbed her hands and tried to find the right words. “She called Julien earlier for help. That’s why he left so fast.”

I looked down to hide the mockery I felt and said softly, “It’s okay, Auntie. I understand.”

“Jay Lawson’s family, please come to the front desk to pay the hospital bill,” a nurse said.

I held the bill tightly and walked slowly to the counter.

It was next to the admissions office, and I saw Julien there.

He was running around helping Mindy and her child. He looked so worried and caring. I had not seen him acting like that in a long time.

Julien pulled out his wallet and handed over a bank card to the staff. “Here’s 150,000 dollars. Please admit the child.”

150,000…

I clenched my fists, and my nails dug into my palm.

Jay still needed 10,000 for his medical bills, but Julien said the orphanage had just finished paying off food costs, so he had no money to spare.

Then, he turned around and gave 150,000 to help Mindy’s child without a second thought.

I walked up to him. Every step hurt like I was walking on knives.

“Before you pay for someone else’s kid, can you pay for your own son’s medical bill first?”

I tried to sound calm, but my voice shook a little at the end.

Julien avoided my eyes. He would not look at me but tried to speak calmly. “Joyce, don’t misunderstand. This money came from Mindy. She was in Central City and asked me to pay for her.”

Mindy looked perfectly put together as she held her child. She gave me a smug smile after looking me up and down. “Joyce, it’s been a while.”

She tried to be generous and said, “Yes, I sent Julien the money. If you need it, I can give you some too.”

I looked at them both as they made things up. It was laughable.

Whose money was it really? I did not know for sure. And honestly, I did not care.

“Ms. Joyce Stanley, please pay the hospital bill now,” the nurse said again. Her voice was cold and emotionless.

I pulled a few wrinkled envelopes from my bag and handed them to the payment counter. It was 10,000 I had borrowed in advance from a few part-time jobs.

Just then, Jay’s doctor passed by. He looked serious as he spoke to me and Julien. “Jay’s condition is getting worse. His kidneys are failing rapidly. He needs surgery soon.

“The best option is a kidney from a close relative. You both need to get a compatibility test right away.”

I had already done the test before, but I was not a match. I turned to Julien. “You’re his father. If you care at all, go and get tested.”

Julien opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but he could not. He finally nodded. “Okay. I’ll go tomorrow.”

His voice was low, with a slight hesitation.

There was no warmth left in my eyes when I looked at him, only a deep and hollow darkness.

You may also like

A Prenuptial of Perfect Revenge Novel Cover
8.3
While her husband Caleb is away on business, a shocking phone call from a high-end tattoo parlor upends a woman's marriage. The studio seeks confirmation to alter a couple’s tattoo, sparking immediate suspicion. When she confronts Caleb with a fake fraud alert, his smooth lies about helping an old fraternity friend only deepen her doubts. Determined to uncover the truth behind his deception, she demands the studio's address, ready to confront the betrayal face-to-face.
Gave Him My Paycheck, Now I Owe Him 800k Novel Cover
8.4
After years of supporting her partner’s career and merging their finances for a future home, a young woman is blindsided on her engagement day. Her fiancé publicly accuses her of squandering $800,000 on affairs with dozens of men, using fabricated photos and club records as evidence. Demanding the return of his gifts and cash, he attempts to ruin her reputation. However, she remains composed. With her attorney’s help, she prepares to unveil the true financial records that turn his accusations upside down.
My Iceberg Husband Was Actually an Incubus Novel Cover
8.8
After three years of a frigid contract marriage, the protagonist decides to leave her husband, Silas. However, she discovers a frantic online post from an incubus posing as a celibate human to avoid frightening his wife. Recognizing a unique tie in the photo, she realizes her iceberg husband is actually a supernatural creature who has been suppressing his nature for her. Now, she must navigate this shocking truth as he tries to save their relationship.
Reborn To Love My Paranoid Billionaire Novel Cover
8.1
She destroyed her marriage and fled her billionaire husband for a man she believed was her soulmate—only to be cornered on a yacht by hired killers. On speakerphone, her lover ordered her death while her cousin laughed and her best friend demanded the diamond bracelet be stripped from her wrist before she hit the waves. As the freezing ocean swallowed her, she understood too late that she had trusted vipers. Her final thought belonged to Barrett Kensington, the husband she had tormented with her rebellion, the only man who ever truly loved her. Then the water vanished, replaced by heat and silk. She opened her eyes to find Barrett pinning her to the mattress, three years in the past, on the very night she first tried to escape him. This time she relaxed her wrists and whispered, "Hubby."
The Amnesiac Billionaire's Fake Perfect Wife Novel Cover
9.0
For three years, Jessenia lived as the perfect, grieving fiancée of her missing billionaire boss, Harlan Schwartz, enjoying his massive trust fund and raising their son. Then, the hospital called. Harlan had been found alive. Jessenia was paralyzed with terror. Before his plane crashed, Harlan despised her. She was just a scheming assistant who got pregnant. He had thrown a massive check and an NDA at her, ordering her to disappear forever or he would destroy her life. But the doctors revealed Harlan had severe amnesia. He forgot the NDA, and he forgot his deep hatred for her. Jessenia seized the chance, using their son to convince him they were deeply in love. Harlan accepted the logical lie, but his body didn't. Every time she tried to touch him, his muscles turned to stone, physically recoiling from her in instinctual disgust. To make matters worse, Harlan brought back Kaylee, the innocent-looking island girl who saved him. "Cole never said he had a fiancée," Kaylee whispered, staring at Jessenia's massive diamond ring with calculating eyes. Kaylee quickly realized Jessenia had no legal marriage certificate and launched a vicious, silent war to usurp her position, constantly setting traps to expose Jessenia's fabricated romantic timeline. Every day is a terrifying tightrope walk. Harlan's sharp, analytical brain is already noticing the flaws in her fake photos and stories. If he remembers the truth, he won't just kick her out. He will take her son and throw her in prison for fraud. Jessenia must break his physical defenses and eliminate the island girl before her flawless circle of lies shatters completely.
The Betrayed Wife's Darkest Alliance Novel Cover
7.4
I was the perfect Sterling wife, living in a multi-million dollar Upper East Side townhouse where every hair had to be in place. I thought my only job was to look beautiful at Julian's side and maintain the image of a flawless high-society marriage. But the illusion shattered when Julian came home smelling of a cheap, floral perfume that definitely wasn't mine. I followed him to The Pierre Hotel, the very place we spent our honeymoon, and caught him in a bathrobe with a younger woman who looked at me with pure triumph. When I demanded a divorce, Julian didn't even flinch; he just laughed and showed me his true colors. He revealed he was personally funding the experimental treatment keeping my comatose father alive, and he threatened to pull the plug the moment I walked away. He told me I was nothing more than "breeding stock" needed to secure his inheritance, and I discovered his family was actively plotting to steal my father's billion-dollar medical patent. When I tried to resist, he backhanded me across the face and told me to fix my makeup because we had a gala to attend. I stood in a ballroom full of New York's elite with a bruised jaw hidden under heavy foundation, realizing that every person I trusted had been bought. My own family lawyer turned his back on me, leaving me alone in a den of wolves who were waiting for my father to die so they could strip his legacy bare. The injustice burned through my grief, turning my despair into a cold, sharp rage. I realized that playing by the rules had only made me a target, and if I wanted to survive, I had to become more dangerous than the men trying to destroy me. That was when I ran into Sebastian Sterling, Julian's uncle and the most feared predator on Wall Street. He saw the bruise Julian tried to hide and whispered that he didn't do charity, but he did hate weakness. I looked into the eyes of the man they called "The Reaper" and realized he was the only one powerful enough to help me burn the Sterling empire to the ground. "Help me," I said, stepping into his shadow. "And I'll give you everything they're trying to steal."