My Husband’s Two-Year Affair with the Office Receptionist

For three long years, Chloe endured a cold, loveless marriage to Eric, a powerful billionaire who viewed her with nothing but disdain. Pushed to her breaking point by his cruelty and neglect, she finally chooses herself and demands a divorce. Expecting to find peace in her new life, she is stunned when Eric suddenly undergoes a drastic change. No longer indifferent, he begins a desperate, humble pursuit to win back the woman he once discarded.

After dying in prison due to Rosie Nelson’s betrayal, Evan returns to the day his life crumbled. During a high-stakes Nelson Corporation press conference, Tyler Zach launches a false plagiarism claim. In his past life, Evan saved the firm, only to be framed by Rosie so Tyler could steal his work. Now reborn, Evan refuses to intervene. As the company’s interests collapse and Rosie desperately begs for his help, he chooses silence over sacrifice in this billionaire romance novel.

To marry his first love, Deanna's husband of three years faked his death. Hiding behind his twin brother's identity, he and his family ran a cruel con. Her sobbing didn't move him. To impress that woman, he even had Deanna punished. As agony lit every nerve, she chose to walk away. With a sharp flick, she sent the ring into his face and wed a comatose tycoon, brushing off her ex's belated begging. A bleak future seemed certain-until the "coma" turned out to be an act. Under cover of night, her new husband pinned her down and murmured against her ear, "Baby, why don't we go another round?"

After her family falls into ruin, former socialite Elena is forced into a strategic engagement with Julian, a cold billionaire seeking a trophy fiancée. While the world views her as a mere accessory to his power, Elena harbors a secret plan to reclaim her lost legacy. As they navigate a high-stakes marriage of convenience, the lines between their calculated deal and genuine desire blur, testing if redemption is possible in a world of greed.

Daniela believed finding her wealthy birth family would secure her future. Instead, they sent her to prison for the adopted daughter's hit-and-run. Five years later, scarred but unbroken, she walked free—only to face humiliation from the fiancé who chose her sister, parents who dismissed her pain, and brothers who warned her not to disturb their princess. Daniela cut them off publicly and rose on her own. When they finally begged forgiveness, she smiled coldly: "Do I know you?" Then a ruthless magnate pulled her close and vowed that anyone who had hurt his wife would pay.

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."