My Husband's Secret Divorce Papers

On my fiftieth birthday, I came across my husband's phone and noticed his search history: "How to prolong intimate moments?" After more than twenty years of marriage, our relationship had been purely platonic since the birth of our child. Seeing page after page of these searches made my hand tremble uncontrollably. Reflecting on all those years spent tirelessly supporting my family seemed like a cruel joke. In the end, I understood that both my husband and son had others they cared for more deeply. So, I calmly requested a divorce, determined to start living for myself from that day forward. When my husband, Wade, called, I was buying shrimp at the seafood market. I grew up by the coast and always loved seafood before I married. But Wade and my son, Imran, are allergic, so seafood vanished from our menu. Today, I suddenly didn’t feel like making compromises anymore. I decided to buy whatever I fancied.

This book contains explicit sexual content and BDSM themes. For mature readers only (18+).. “I’m going to teach you how to obey instructions,” Sebastian said, his voice rough, as he cupped his hand around Alex’s balls. And then, he squeezed, crushing both together. Alex groaned, his back arching in pain as Sebastian’s grip crushed him. The pain was sharp, intense, but somehow, against all logic, his cock grew harder. Sebastian King is rich, arrogant , and way too sexy. He likes control. He likes silence. And he really doesn’t like people knowing he likes men. Especially not after a scandal outs him out in the most humiliating way. But when sweet, young, openly gay Alex Rodriguez starts working with him, and with the late nights, tight spaces, too much eye contact, Sebastian starts to lose control fast. Alex knows he should stay away. Sebastian is an arrogant jerk. But God, the man is hot. And when he finally shows a softer side? Game over. Tension turns to touching. Touching turns to more. And before they know it, things are very messy.

I smoothed down the crimson silk dress that hugged my waist—still flat despite the tiny life growing inside me. My hand instinctively moved to my abdomen as another wave of nausea washed over me. The doctor's words from this morning echoed in my mind: "Bed rest, Mrs. Gibson. These early complications need to be taken seriously." But it was Valentine's Day. Our third anniversary, though nobody at the company knew that. Nobody knew that the brilliant CEO Ariel Gibson had secretly married his "business partner" three years ago. The secrecy had been his idea—"It's better for business, Celia. We don't want people thinking you got your position through our relationship." I'd agreed because I loved him. Because I believed in us.

My fiancé' s mistress hacked off my hair in the middle of Van Cleef & Arpels while he laughed on the phone. He told her to "teach the stalker a lesson," having no idea the woman in the hoodie was actually the billionaire heiress he was arranged to marry. Ten minutes later, my brother' s private army shut down Fifth Avenue, and I picked up the scissors to return the favor. I had spent a year doing humanitarian work in war zones, so I arrived at the jewelry store in jeans and a worn hoodie to collect my custom engagement tiara. Glennie Kramer, a supermodel and Ashton' s "true love," sneered at my appearance and claimed the diamonds for herself. When I tried to stop her, she grabbed gift-wrapping scissors and violently severed my waist-length hair while the staff watched in terror. Desperate, I called Ashton, but he mocked me as a "pauper" and authorized security to hold me down while Glennie finished the job. They smashed my phone, thinking I was helpless. But the call hadn't disconnected before my brother, Ason Kane, heard everything. The King of Wall Street arrived with a fleet of armored SUVs and a rage that froze the room. Ashton collapsed when he realized he had just assaulted the sister of the most powerful man in New York. I walked over to the trembling supermodel, the scissors cold in my hand. "You said a nobody doesn't deserve beautiful hair," I whispered. I didn't just ruin their looks; I sent them to the Black Cell and erased their existence from high society forever.

Chapter 1 “You’re truly going to marry into the Henry family in Sophie’s place? To that lunatic who got shot and turned into a eunuch?!” The assistant, who had assumed she was here once again fishing for news about Richard, brightened instantly. As if afraid she might change her mind, he quickly shoved the contract into Nova’s hands. “Wonderful! You’re finally doing something useful for Mr. Richard instead of adding to his troubles. I’ll call him right now with the good—” “No.” Nova cut him off, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t tell him yet. Let it be a surprise.” She paused, letting the silence hang. “I’m not fulfilling his wish for free. If I’m marrying Henry in Sophie’s place, I expect something in return.” The assistant’s pleased expression vanished, replaced by open disdain. “Miss Sophie was practically raised by your father. Can’t you show her a little kindness, too?” “The daughter of a servant?” Nova’s laugh was cold. “She’s not worthy of my kindness. My father gave his life to save her. Now I’m sacrificing my marriage. Is that not enough? Must everyone in the Nova family die for her before it counts as ‘kindness’?” The assistant sputtered, his face flushing with anger. Nova scoffed, her gaze drifting out the window toward the skyscraper by the river. “The old Nova Group headquarters, plus ten billion. Consider it my dowry.” His pupils contracted in shock. “Mr. Richard spent ten years of blood, sweat, and tears just to move out of that building! All our core data is still there. You’re asking for our foundation!” “So Richard doesn’t care for Sophie that much after all.” Nova shrugged. “No deal, then.” Growing impatient, she turned to leave. But the assistant, steeling himself, blocked her path. The Henrys had wealth and power that drew crowds, but Henry himself was a ruthless madman! Ever since that night, his moods had grown even more unpredictable. How could Miss Sophie be subjected to that? Gritting his teeth, the assistant gave a tight nod. “Fine!” Within minutes, a new contract was in Nova’s hands. She signed without hesitation and stood to leave. The assistant watched her, a strange look in his eyes. “Have you really let go of Mr. Richard? How can you suddenly bring yourself to marry someone else?” Nova didn’t look back. The heavy slam of the door was her only reply. *Let go?* Driving back to the villa, Nova found the study door slightly ajar. Through the gap, she could hear Richard’s voice—gentle, magnetic—as he taught Sophie how to write. His face held a tenderness she had never seen. He stood behind Sophie, his arms wrapped tightly around her, leaving no space between them. Intimate. She remembered when Richard had taught *her* to write. He’d never held her hand to demonstrate. Never wasted a word. Only the ruler, striking her palm again and again, never softening even when her skin bruised and swelled. Grief welled up; tears spilled over. Nova’s nails dug deep into her palms. *Ten whole years. How could I just let go?* After her father died saving his secretary’s daughter, Sophie, only his adopted son, Richard, remained by her side. In that abyss of despair, he held up her sky. Slowly, her dependence on him turned to love. When Richard needed money, she gave him every penny of her savings. When he needed connections and influence, she brought her father’s old associates to him. Even when he was drugged and needed a woman, she offered herself. Richard took the money, the power, the people. He took her. But when the sun rose again, he had frozen over once more. She thought he just didn’t know how to express love. That decades together meant he loved her, in his own way. Then, one night, jolted awake by a nightmare, she went to the memorial hall to mourn her father. There, she saw Richard pinning Sophie against the altar table, kissing her deeply. “We shouldn’t… What if the young mistress sees? She’s from the main family, beautiful, with a perfect figure. She adores you. I’m just a servant’s daughter—I can’t compare.” Richard’s voice was thick with desire. “So what if she sees? Even if she stood naked before me, she couldn’t excite me the way a single glance from you does.” “Once I’ve seized control of the Nova Group, once I make Nova lose everything, just like she lost her father… Once my revenge is complete, I can marry you…” Nova froze, plunged into an icy void. She stood there, numb, watching the altar shake, watching a foul wetness stain her father’s portrait. The love she’d believed in shattered in that instant. Countless overlooked details became a thousand cuts. The affection she thought was real had been a lie. The companionship she cherished was long-planned revenge. Even the truth of her father’s death was shrouded in fog! From the moment she stopped loving Richard, Nova had planned everything. First—to reclaim all that was hers! With that thought, Nova lifted her gaze and kicked the study door wide open—

Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail. Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty. Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.