My Husband Killed Me Then Buried Our Son’s Future

After Daisy broke her leg in a skiing accident, I ordered someone to break Reign's legs and lock her away in the villa's basement. I believed she was the cause of Daisy's accident, though she wasn't even there. Before she died, my five-year-old son pleaded with me three times. The first time, Benjamin said Reign had a high fever and needed some medicine. I coldly replied, “Isn't a fever normal? I want her to experience the suffering Daisy went through.” The second time, Benjamin said her wounds were festering and begged me to take her to the hospital. I cruelly remarked, “She's not dying yet. Let me know when she does.” The third time, Benjamin clung to my suit pants, crying that she had stopped breathing and was fading fast. Impatiently, I pushed him aside. “It's just broken legs.

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Daisy glared at Benjamin, her eyes darting to the pills scattered across the floor. "You little brat, stealing medicine now? You're not getting away with this."

Benjamin anxiously gathered the medicine bottles, his neck tense with defiance. "I didn't steal anything. Dad bought these meds for us; why can't I use them?"

Daisy sneered, gripping his chin tightly, her fingernails digging cruelly into his skin. Blood trickled from the scratches, pooling on the floor.

I tried to intercede, desperate to pull Daisy away to protect my son, but my hands passed right through her, powerless and frustrated.

Benjamin struggled and managed to push Daisy, causing her to stagger back and fall onto the ground.

"It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, Mom wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Daisy shot Benjamin a look filled with venom before turning her attention to the nearby Pomeranian. The dog lunged at Benjamin.

In an instant, Buddy, Benjamin's golden retriever, barked fiercely and leapt to defend him. Buddy seized the Pomeranian with his jaws, and after a few sharp yelps, the small dog lay silent.

Daisy's face paled at the scene. "Where are the bodyguards? What are they doing? Get over here and handle this animal!"

Just then, Shane entered the fray.

Benjamin saw his father arrive, and hope flashed in his tear-filled eyes, spilling over in a flood of relief.

He sprinted towards Shane, crying out, "Dad, help Mom!"

Seeing my son’s blood-stained hands made my heart clench painfully.

I approached with a stern expression, asking, "What's going on here?"

Benjamin opened his mouth to explain, but Daisy rushed up to Shane, cradling the lifeless Pomeranian and sobbing.

"Shane, it's not Benjamin's fault. He only wanted the medicine; Fluffy thought we had a thief and tried to protect us, and Benjamin's retriever got the better of it."

Benjamin shouted out, "That's not true, Dad. I only wanted the medicine to help Mom."

Shane's expression turned stern, his voice cold. "Benjamin Wallace, Ronin told me this morning that Reign is fine. Who's been teaching you to lie? Is your mother stirring up trouble again?"

Benjamin felt a sharp pang of betrayal, staring at Shane despondently.

Shane felt the sting of Benjamin's gaze, his words harsh as he spoke, "Your retriever killed Daisy's Pomeranian. There has to be a consequence. Take Buddy away and put him down."

The security guards moved to take Buddy, and Benjamin's face turned ghostly pale.

Benjamin clung to Shane's trousers desperately, his hands sticky with blood.

"Dad, I'm begging you. I'll take the punishment, lock me up if you have to. Just don't kill Buddy. He's my friend, Mom left him for me. Please, I'm begging you."

Benjamin turned to Daisy, bowing and pleading, asking for mercy for Buddy.

Shane hesitated but upon seeing Daisy's tearful and pitiful expression, he steeled his resolve once more.

He gestured to the security guards to take Buddy away.

As Buddy was dragged off without resistance, Benjamin cried out in anguish, his heart breaking.

Shane walked over to Benjamin and snatched the box of medicine.

Benjamin, frantic, reached out to retrieve it, but his strength failed him, his voice raw with emotion as he shouted,

"Dad, I hate you. I'll hate you forever."

Shane paused, struck by the words, then carefully led Daisy back to her room.

He turned to Ronin, directing him, "Take Benjamin down to treat his wounds and confine him to reflect."

I screamed at Shane, pleading with him not to leave Benjamin with Ronin, knowing the man would harm him.

But Shane remained oblivious, his attention entirely on Daisy.

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I was running a fever of 104 degrees, and my boyfriend had been called into work for overtime. But he forgot his wool scarf, so I dashed downstairs into the snow to catch him, only to hear him leaving a voicemail: "Overtime? Just a little white lie I told her. She won't be upset. "She's so clingy, like a puppy that won't let go. No sense of space at all. "Honestly, it's pretty dull. No thrill whatsoever..." I stood there, clinging to his wool scarf in shock. He only needed to turn around, and he would have seen me standing right there. But he didn’t.

Modern Romance

7.8

After the groom ran away, I married a billionaire

7.8

I was supposed to become Miles Milestone’s bride today. Instead, I stood alone in a ballroom filled with white roses while my groom rushed to another woman’s side—again. For three years, I convinced myself that Emma was just a grieving friend and that Miles would eventually choose me first. But when she destroyed my wedding dress and he still defended her, something inside me finally broke. I refused to be the pathetic woman abandoned at the altar. So I called the only man who had ever truly seen me. Miller Wilson—my former boss, the city’s most dangerous billionaire, and the man who once warned me I deserved better—arrived with a new wedding dress and a shocking proposal. Before the guests could whisper about my humiliation, I married him instead. I thought revenge would be the end of my story. I was wrong. Behind Miller’s calm eyes were secrets powerful enough to destroy empires, and the deeper I stepped into his world, the more I realized our marriage wasn’t built on coincidence at all. It was built on obsession, strategy… and a love fierce enough to burn everything down for me. Miles lost me the moment he walked away. But Miller? He never intended to let me go.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

Choosing The Forgotten, Finding My King

8.7

For five years, I was blindly devoted to my fiancé, Austen Griffin. My family's power was the only reason he was about to be named heir to the entire Griffin fortune. But on the night of the announcement, he arrived late with my sister, Dennie, a fresh hickey on his neck. He cornered me, demanding a prenuptial agreement. "No shared accounts. No shared bedroom. And no questions about my life," he whispered. "You get the name, I get my freedom." In my past life, their public betrayal broke me. He used my love to secure his power, then cast me aside, leaving me to die alone while he and my sister enjoyed the fortune I handed them. But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the gala, moments before the decision. This time, when the family patriarch asked me to name my choice, I looked past Austen' s triumphant smirk and smiled. "I choose Kolton Griffin," I announced, my voice clear and cold, selecting the crippled, forgotten cousin he despised most.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Just A Substitute: The Don's Lost Love

7.6

I returned to the manor after four years, handing Marcus Thorne an invitation to my wedding. He looked at me with cold eyes, his arm around his fiancée, Chloe—the woman I was molded to look like. But the real blow came at lunch. A waiter tripped, sending three mugs of scalding coffee flying toward us. Marcus didn't move to protect me. He lunged to grab his phone from the table because Chloe’s face was on the screen. The boiling liquid splashed across my chest, burning my skin instantly. While I screamed in agony, Marcus simply checked his notifications. "I have to go," he said, stepping over me as my fiancé, David, desperately poured ice water on my burns. "Chloe broke a nail. She's hysterical." He walked out of the restaurant without looking back, leaving me writhing in pain. At the hospital, the doctor dropped another bombshell: I was pregnant. Marcus didn't know. He didn't know I was carrying another man's child. Just like he didn't know about the baby of his I had lost three years ago—the one I miscarried while he ignored my calls to close a business deal. I wiped my tears and looked at David. "Get the plane ready," I whispered. "We leave tonight." When Marcus finally came looking for me, all he found was a medical report of the child he killed with his neglect, and a note saying I was gone forever.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

Leaving Betrayal for True Love

8.0

The morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of St. Catherine's Cathedral, casting rainbow patterns across the marble floor where I would soon walk down the aisle. My fingers trembled as I touched my mother's pearl necklace, the familiar weight offering little comfort against the knot of anxiety in my stomach. "Emmie, you look absolutely radiant!" Grace Thompson, my maid of honor, beamed as she adjusted my veil. The ivory silk cascaded around my shoulders like a waterfall, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. That's when I saw her—Mina Davis gliding through the bridal preparation room with her characteristic feline grace, her honey-blonde hair perfectly styled despite the early hour. She wore a pale pink bridesmaid dress that hugged her curves, but her smile didn't reach her ice-blue eyes. "Oh, Emmie darling, you're going to make such a beautiful bride," Mina cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I just wanted to help with the final touches. You know how much Jason means to me." I forced a smile, my stomach churning.

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Marry My Billionaire Second Husband

7.5

Amelia has slaved her whole life, working multiple jobs to help support her poor husband Caleb― only to discover he is a millionaire! When confronted, Caleb feels no guilt. He divorces her immediately to pursue his true love, leaving her with nothing to her name. "Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side," Caleb said. "Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage." But thankfully, fate has yet to close all its doors on her. The messy breakup has led Amelia to meet the elusive Matteo Montgomery, the mysterious owner of X'el International Inc., and even though Amelia could have sworn that this is the first time they have ever met, Matteo seemed to hold more interest in her than ordinary. With her divorce finalized, Matteo's courtship quickly grows more extravagant. He offers her everything, from a job as his secretary, a new penthouse apartment, and a permanent home in his heart. But just as Amelia's heart begins to open up to Matteo's sincerity, Caleb comes crawling back, determined to ruin her life. *** [Excerpt] "Oh?" Matteo asked, and Amelia caught a hint of amusement in his voice. "Then pray tell, what did we converse about?" Amelia swallowed. Good heavens, he was so close. She could barely even breathe, afraid that every movement she made would just amplify how loud her heartbeat was. It was racing like a bullet train at this point, and she felt it clog at her throat, refusing her a chance to speak. "I... I...I―" "I have no girlfriend, Amelia," Matteo said. "And before you overthink, I do not have a wife in secret either." His fingers didn't let go of her wrist, and instead, it even tightened its grip. It wasn't painful in the slightest, but it sent surges of electricity rushing through her body as though she had been struck by lightning in the most thrilling of ways. A coy smile curved his lips, and he leaned in just the slightest. His lips were now a hair's breadth away from hers, and Amelia instinctively held her breath. "Unless, perhaps you would like to volunteer?"

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