
My Second Husband Was An Untouchable Tycoon?!
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
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Chapter 1
Gabriela Moore had never imagined that coming home from her business trip would lead her straight to discovering her husband in bed with another woman.
From the slight opening of the door, she witnessed it herself. Alexander Marsh held a slim young woman close, lying together on the bed meant for their marriage.
They were so absorbed in each other that they stayed unaware of her presence, leaving her to see everything unfold.
Gabriela remained where she was, unable to move. The chill from the marble floor spread through her body, making her tremble. For a moment, she thought about storming inside.
Her hand reached the handle, but her thoughts cleared at the last second. Instead, she stepped back, headed downstairs, and made a call.
"Prepare a divorce agreement for me," she said in an even tone.
She knew she couldn't confront Alexander just yet.
If she caused a scene now, things would only get messier. She needed evidence first if she wanted the divorce to go smoothly.
After the call, she checked into a hotel and dropped onto the bed, exhaustion weighing her down.
With her eyes shut, she started thinking about how everything between her and Alexander had come to this.
Back in college, they were inseparable. When they married, everyone talked about how the Marsh heir gave up his wild ways for her, the campus queen.
Even so, no one in his family truly supported their marriage. His parents, in particular, never hid their disapproval. They looked down on her background and believed he would eventually return to his old habits once the excitement faded.
Gabriela chose not to believe any of it. Now, she had to face what that trust had cost her.
In the end, she realized, men were all the same. Didn't matter what promises they'd made.
She had already noticed how distant Alexander became after the wedding. She kept believing her love would change him, but now she knew she had been wrong.
Emotions crashed over Gabriela in waves, and she didn't even notice the moment she fell asleep. By the time she woke the next morning, a deep exhaustion weighed heavily on her.
Still, she steadied herself, put on a composed front, and went to work.
When she reached the office, Alexander had arrived ahead of her.
She placed the divorce papers among a pile of documents and walked to his office, knocking lightly.
"Alexander, I have a few files that need your signature."
The secretary, who arrived late, didn't manage to stop her in time.
As the door stood partly open, Gabriela caught sight of the young woman pulling away from Alexander, fixing her skirt while gathering the papers scattered around.
Seeing the secretary's startled expression, Gabriela quietly shut the door and passed the documents over.
"I just remembered I left my coffee in the break room. Can you bring these in for me?"
She turned and walked away, letting out a slow breath as she fought down the wave of nausea rising in her throat.
By the time she came back with her coffee, the office looked completely ordinary again.
Still, the smear of lipstick on Alexander's collar, the pink plush toy near his desk, and the bold gaze peeking from behind the lounge door made it clear what had happened.
"So quick to return?" Alexander said as he signed the documents with ease.
"I sent you a message earlier, and I tried calling too. You didn't pick up, so I figured you were occupied," Gabriela answered while passing the documents over.
Alexander paused briefly, then leaned back and gave her a relaxed smile. "You rarely go abroad. Haven't you always wanted to visit that country? You could've stayed longer and enjoyed it. After all, it's my family's money."
A cold smile tugged at Gabriela's lips. It wasn't the first time Alexander had looked down on her, using the fact that her family's company depended on his as a reason to diminish her.
"It didn't live up to what I expected. Some things just lose their appeal once they're within reach."
Alexander's brows drew together as he looked at her more closely. Something about her felt off after this trip. Just as he was about to question it, his phone vibrated and cut him off.
After glancing at the message, he signed the papers quickly without checking them. "Remember the family dinner the day after tomorrow. Mom enjoys your seafood chowder, so make it ahead of time."
He slid the documents back to her with a faint smirk. "Try harder this time. Cooking's the only thing you do well."
Gabriela looked at him in silence as he spoke to her so casually, without any concern for how his words sounded.
He understood exactly how much work that dish required. From picking out fresh seafood to cleaning it carefully and adjusting the heat step by step, every part demanded effort.
That meal was the only reason she managed to gain a place in his family.
Alexander had often said that if it weren't for his love for her, someone like her wouldn't even have the chance to marry into his family.
Back then, love had kept her from speaking up, no matter how tired she became.
Now, after his betrayal, everything she had given felt meaningless.
She took the documents in one hand, avoided his gaze, gave no response, and started toward the door.
Without warning, Alexander reached out and grabbed her waist. "Ella, now that you're back, we could..."
Remembering what he had done in the office, Gabriela pulled away in disgust the instant he touched her.
She kept her voice steady. "I still have work."
His face darkened. "Don't act like this. I don't have time for your attitude."
"The company comes first. I can't delay anything," Gabriela replied in a calm, formal tone before walking out.
Left alone, Alexander stared after her, his jaw tightening in irritation.
The fact that she had insisted on staying untouched before marriage had always bothered him. Since they were now married, he intended to tear down that restraint and make her yield to him completely one day.
Once she stepped out of the office, Gabriela went over her tasks with her coworkers, ensured everything was settled, and then headed down to the underground parking area.
There, she unexpectedly spotted Alexander's car parked beside hers, and the movement inside drew her attention.
Curiosity made her glance through the window, only to find the two people inside tangled together in an intimate act.
Without a second thought, she took out her phone and snapped a photo of their shameless closeness.
Now that she had proof of his betrayal, she saw no reason to remain. She got into her car and drove off without looking back.
The passing headlights caught Alexander's attention, prompting him to glance outside as the vehicle pulled away. It seemed strangely familiar to him.
Could that have been Gabriela's car?
A chill spread through him at the thought.
He couldn't tell if it truly belonged to Gabriela or if she had already seen everything.
"Alex..." The woman in his arms lifted her head, confusion in her voice. "What's wrong?"
Alexander's mood faded almost instantly. "That's enough for today."
He rushed back home, only to find Gabriela already in the bedroom. She rested against the headboard, calm, with a facial mask covering her face.
Watching her closely, he searched for any sign that she knew the truth.
Before, Gabriela would always wait for him downstairs, no matter how late it was. Today, her behavior felt off, and it unsettled him.
He moved closer and reached for her, intending to pull her into his arms, but she immediately pulled away.
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The disgraced daughter of the Patton family is back from the countryside.At the news, everyone spurned her with contempt!
A good-for-nothing young lady, a crude village wench, a vicious devil...
Until one day--The world-famous life-saving medical sovereign is her.The enigmatic top forensic specialist is her.The grandmaster hacker hunted across the globe is also her.
One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness.
In an instant, Evie was cornered by the mysterious powerhouse.Hartwell's voice lured and mesmerized:"Darling, you have countless secret identities. Would you mind taking on one more, being my wife!"

7.8
Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.

9.1
Alysia lay on the freezing operating table, moments away from donating her kidney to her brother's fiancée.
But as the anesthesia set in, a violent shock tore through her brain, awakening agonizing memories of a thousand brutal deaths across a thousand past lifetimes.
She suddenly realized her family's true plan. Her brother and his fiancée weren't just taking her organ; they were secretly plotting to declare her mentally unfit post-surgery to steal her entire trust fund.
When Alysia abruptly stopped the procedure and exposed the fiancée's kidney failure as the result of severe drug abuse, her family's reaction was chilling.
Her father didn't care about the truth or the law. He ordered his bodyguards to lock Alysia up until she agreed to the surgery, while her brother threatened to freeze her assets and seize her late mother's penthouse.
"You have no heart, Alysia. You don't deserve the Kent name," her aunt spat in disgust.
For lifetimes, she had kept her head down, taking the blame and sacrificing everything for a family that viewed her as nothing more than a disposable blood bag and a financial pawn.
The resignation that had clouded her eyes for so long vanished, replaced by the absolute, zero-degree cold of a glacier.
Ripping the IV from her hand and leaving her family in stunned silence, Alysia walked straight out of the hospital.
She had exactly forty-six hours to find a husband to secure her inheritance, and she knew exactly which ruthless billionaire CEO to target to help her burn the Kent family to the ground.

9.6
Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister.
She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot.
Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal.
"If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life."
Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway.
She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her.
They signed the papers at City Hall that same day.
But the nightmare didn't end.
That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary.
Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately.
They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment.
She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company.
She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.

8.3
Alena landed at JFK, eager to call her fiancé of three years.
But a sudden message from her best friend shattered her world: a high-resolution photo of Darrin passionately kissing another woman. The woman was Katrina, her older sister.
Alena rushed to the grand ballroom and confronted them in front of New York's elite. Instead of an apology, her own mother slapped her across the face.
"You jealous, spiteful girl. Trying to ruin your sister's happiness because you can't handle your own failures."
Darrin coldly wrapped a protective arm around Katrina. The nightmare worsened when they ambushed Alena at her apartment, demanding she sign an NDA to cover up the affair and save their family's failing business. If she refused, her father threatened to tell her frail grandfather the truth, knowing the shock would trigger a fatal heart attack.
Alena was suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Her family was weaponizing the only person who truly loved her, treating her like a disposable pawn to protect the sister who stole her life. How could her own flesh and blood be so sickeningly cruel?
Cornered and entirely out of options, Alena pulled a matte-black business card from her pocket.
It belonged to Andrew Spencer, the ruthless billionaire who had rescued her from the freezing rain, and the apex predator Darrin feared most. He had offered her a transactional marriage. If her family wanted to destroy her, she would become their worst nightmare. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.

7.1
After the one-night stand with a man who refused to tell her his name, Charlotte would figure out on TV that the man she had s*x with the previous night was the heir to a billionaire empire.
At the same time, Jace Norman-the infamous playboy heir-faces a public scandal that threatens his inheritance. To protect the family empire, his ruthless father forces him into an immediate contract marriage.
And just like that Charlotte would get married to the spoiled, reckless son of the most powerful billionaire in the city.
That One night, Room 55 and Five thousand dollars she desperately needed would change her life forever.
Weeks later, Charlotte discovers she's pregnant.
But before she can process the truth, her manipulative boyfriend claims the child is his and begins blackmailing her.
As their fake marriage becomes dangerously possessive, secrets begin to spiral. An ex-boyfriend demanding money. Jace's jealous college lover is determined to destroy Charlotte. Charlotte's sister is hiding betrayal behind sweet smiles. And a billionaire father who will eliminate anyone to protect the Norman name.
When a forged DNA test claims the baby isn't Jace's, the empire turns on Charlotte.
But the truth is far darker than any of them realize.
Because someone has been orchestrating every lie from the beginning.
And when Jace finally discovers the baby is his...
He will have to choose between his father's empire-
Or the woman carrying his heir.