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 3
It was only at that moment that Gabriela recognized the woman she had helped. She was Alexander's mistress.
"Hurry, go get—"
Before Gabriela could finish calling for security, someone shoved her aside, and the young woman's frantic voice rang out.
"You're looking for a woman, right? Take her instead!"
The sudden betrayal stunned Gabriela. She stared in disbelief at how quickly the woman turned on her, even after being helped.
The young woman barely made it a few steps before one of the men grabbed her again.
"You're so ungrateful. She helped you out of kindness, and this is how you thank her?" He spoke lightly, almost teasing, while his eyes stayed on Gabriela, studying her from head to toe.
"What a beauty."
Her clear skin, long legs, and striking features made her stand out instantly.
Drawn in by her appearance, the man stepped closer without hesitation.
"Hey, gorgeous. How about we get along? Say yes, and I'll deal with her for you. Sounds fair?"
His eyes flickered with intent as his hand reached toward her shoulder.
"Alright," Gabriela replied, a faint smile forming, though it carried no warmth. She caught his wrist, leaned forward, and flipped him onto the floor in one smooth motion.
Without wasting time, she picked up a bottle and smashed it against the wall. The sharp sound cut through the air.
Holding the broken glass toward them, her gaze turned cold and dangerous. "Anyone else want to try?"
Her sudden move shocked them, and none of the men dared step forward. Eventually, they scattered.
At the same time, Alexander started to feel uneasy. He stood up and began looking for his mistress, and the disturbance nearby drew his attention. When he arrived, he saw everything that had just happened.
"Alex, I'm so scared!" As soon as the young woman saw him, she pulled away from the man gripping her and rushed into his arms, tears pouring down her face.
"What happened?" Concern filled Alexander's expression as he gently wiped away her tears.
With a hesitant glance toward Gabriela, the young woman, Kylie Palmer, spoke in a small voice. "She wasn't the one behind this..."
Instead of reassuring him, that explanation only deepened Alexander's suspicion.
"Ella, why are you here?" he asked, disbelief clear in his tone.
In his mind, Gabriela never stepped into places like this, so there could only be one reason. She must have followed him.
Everything suddenly made sense to him. He assumed she had found out about his affair and arranged for these men to trap her.
Any trace of guilt he once felt disappeared, replaced by a look of clear disapproval.
"When did you become this cruel? She's an innocent woman. She isn't a threat to you. You're going too far."
Hearing his accusations, Gabriela found the situation absurd, almost laughable. "Do you even hear what you're saying?"
How could he still act so self-righteous after being caught cheating?
Alexander's expression stayed firm. "I understand you're jealous, but..."
Before he could continue, Gabriela grabbed a nearby bottle and poured its contents over his head.
"Have you lost your mind?" Soaked through his expensive suit, Alexander stared at her in shock.
Without a hint of emotion, Gabriela smashed the bottle near his feet and turned away as if he no longer existed.
A sharp cry slipped out as glass scattered across the floor. Kylie clutched his arm tightly and hid behind him.
"Are you okay?" Alexander immediately pulled her closer, his voice full of concern.
When he looked back at Gabriela, anger burned in his eyes. He seized her wrist with force. "Gabriela, stop right there and apologize to Kylie."
Gabriela's eyes dropped to his hand, where the veins stood out from his tight grip, before she met his gaze again in silence.
"You almost hurt her. It's just saying sorry. Why make it difficult?"
To him, it was nothing serious.
All it took was a few words, yet Gabriela had no intention of giving them.
A chill filled Gabriela's gaze, sharp enough to make Alexander hesitate, and his grip loosened without him realizing it.
As soon as he felt her slip free, his expression shifted, anger and embarrassment flashing across his face.
"Don't push it!" he snapped, reaching out for her again.
Disgust showed on her face as she moved back to avoid him. Her foot came down on broken glass, and she lost her balance, falling backward.
Fragments covered the floor, and Kylie secretly wished Gabriela would land face-first and be left with scars.
"Ella..." Caught off guard, Alexander lunged forward, trying to grab her, but he couldn't reach her in time.
Gabriela shut her eyes, bracing herself for the impact that never came.
Instead, a faint woody scent surrounded her, and when she opened her eyes, a stranger was right in front of her.
"Are you okay?" His voice was low and steady, carrying a cold edge.
Something about that voice stirred a sense of familiarity, and her heart quickened, though she couldn't place it.
"Who are you? Let her go!"
Seeing the man's arm around her waist, Alexander rushed over, anger burning in his eyes.
Even as his wife, Gabriela had pulled away from his touch. How could he stand seeing another man lay a hand on her?
Before Alexander could get close, a strong force shoved him aside.
"Should I call the police?" The man gave Alexander a brief glance before focusing on Gabriela, his tone calm yet firm.
A surge of resentment rose in Alexander toward the stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm her husband! This is our matter. Stay out of it!"
"Oh?" The man lifted a brow, a faint smirk forming. "Your wife is injured, and you didn't even notice. That doesn't look like concern to me."
It was only then that Alexander noticed the blood trickling from Gabriela's right hand, and panic hit him at once.
The man let out a mocking laugh. "Someone this careless shouldn't be anywhere near you. Imagine living with him and getting hurt, and he wouldn't even realize."
"Enough!" Embarrassment and anger flared in Alexander as he snapped, then turned back to Gabriela with a strained expression.
"Ella, I got worked up earlier. Let me see your hand."
Gabriela met his concern with a faint, ironic look.
"Save it for your mistress," she said coldly, refusing to even look at him again.
She turned to the man beside her. "Thank you."
When she lifted her gaze, she found herself caught in his deep eyes, as if they were pulling her in.
Asher Lewis studied her quietly. Her smooth skin and tear-filled eyes stirred a trace of sympathy in him.
She was striking, yet she had chosen someone like Alexander. It was a waste.
"No need to thank me. But you really should get your eyes checked—your judgment when it comes to men is seriously flawed."
With that remark, he turned and walked away, a flamboyant companion trailing behind him.
"Asher, your tongue's still as sharp as ever!"
......
As the voices grew distant, Gabriela looked away, then walked away, leaving Alexander and his scheming mistress behind.
"Ella, it's all a misunderstanding..." Alexander tried to follow her, eager to explain, but Kylie grabbed onto him.
"Alex, I'm really afraid..." Kylie's trembling voice made Alexander pause, leaving him conflicted as he watched Gabriela disappear.
With the help of a hired driver, Gabriela managed to bring the completely drunk Lindsay home.
"Thank you, sir. Keep the change."
The driver accepted the cash with a grin and drove off.
Back in the bedroom, Gabriela looked at Lindsay lying there unconscious and let out a tired sigh before helping her remove her makeup and clean her face.
By the time everything was done, and Gabriela finished her shower, it was already past midnight. She climbed into bed, and the alcohol pulled her into sleep almost immediately.
Morning came, and when she checked her phone, she saw it filled with missed calls from Alexander.
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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.
9.6
For five years, I was Barron Santana's elite bodyguard and loyal shadow. I stood between him and bullets, giving him my youth and my entire heart.
But last night, the CEO announced his engagement to a flawless socialite on national television.
Heartbroken, I got blackout drunk and ended up crashing on the couch of Cassidy Gross, a billionaire tech CEO who saved me from a bar creep.
When I showed up late to work, Barron locked me in his freezing office. He pinned me against the glass, smelling Cassidy's cologne on my clothes.
"Are you already looking for your next meal ticket?"
He snarled the words, treating me like a cheap whore. When I defended myself, he pulled out a silk handkerchief and wiped his fingers, acting as if my very touch contaminated him.
Then, he coldly ordered his assistant to draft my termination papers.
Five years of risking my life for him, thrown away like garbage just because of his twisted ego.
Devastated, I ran out and collapsed in the hallway, sobbing uncontrollably until a kind coworker gently pulled me into his arms to comfort me.
I didn't know Barron had followed me out.
Seeing me clinging to another man, his legendary control completely shattered, replaced by a dark, violent possessiveness.
But it was too late. I was done playing his obedient dog, and it was time to take Cassidy up on his offer.
9.4
Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell—an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death.
Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold.
The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return.
Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her.
Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her.
Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed—piece by piece.
When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch."
Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision.
Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours."
Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first."
High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first.
The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance—And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell… and him.
7.6
Bridget caught her fiancé tangled in the sheets with another woman. She left the engagement ring behind and, in a moment of reckless defiance, had a one-night stand with Damond Oneill, the most terrifying billionaire on Wall Street.
But her nightmare was far from over. Her biological father threatened to destroy her mother's company if she didn't crawl back to her cheating ex to secure a business merger.
Worse, she found her mother coughing up bright red blood, secretly hiding a fatal illness. Desperate to save her family, Bridget attended a high-society gala, only for her ex and her legitimate half-sister to slip a powerful drug into her champagne. Trapped on a locked balcony, her body burning and paralyzed, she watched her ex approach to assault and film her.
"Let's see how arrogant you are when the drugs kick in."
She didn't understand why her own blood treated her like disposable trash. Why was she always the pawn while her mother suffered in secret? The absolute despair almost broke her.
Just as he grabbed her dress, a deafening explosion shattered the glass door.
Damond stepped through the ruin, brutally crippled her ex, and claimed her as his own. But when Damond's team traced her mother's secret medical funds to a highly classified Swiss clinic, Bridget realized the real war had just begun.
8.7
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
8.3
One million dollars for one hundred days.
For Elena, a street-smart girl facing a mountain of debt, the offer from the mysterious Vance empire sounds like a miracle. The job is simple: use a high-tech "neural sync" to impersonate Lira, the beloved sister of tech-tycoon Alexander Vance, for a series of high-profile events.
But as the contract progresses, the "handshake" between their minds turns into a stranglehold. Elena begins to see memories that aren't hers. She feels a hunger for power that belongs to a dead woman.
When the synchronization hits a lethal 99%, the terrifying truth emerges: Elena wasn't hired to be a mimic. She was brought to be a biological host.
With a ghost clawing for control of her brain and a cold, brooding corporate assassin, Alexander, watching her every move, Elena must navigate a web of digital hauntings and billionaire secrets. From the neon streets of London to a high-stakes explosion in Malta, she has one goal:
Delete the ghost before the ghost deletes her.