My secret lover is the CEO
It's common knowledge that Ethan married me only because I look like his first love.
Three years of marriage, and he never once slept with me, because he thought it would be a desecration of his first love.
On the surface, I was madly in love with him. In reality, I was blowing through his money like crazy and keeping a man on the side.
But now there's a problem.
The man I've been keeping… how does he look exactly like the richest man in New York? And even have the same name?
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Chapter 3
For the next four months, I still had to play the perfect Hayes wife.
Like tonight—Ethan dragged me to the Mellon Family Foundation charity gala, a huge event where old money and new money pretended to care about orphans while networking like crazy.
I hid in a corner, eating mini cupcakes.
“Is that her? The Hayes wife nobody talks about?”
“She looks so ordinary. No wonder Ethan cheats.”
“Who eats cupcakes at a gala? So embarrassing.”
“Probably because he never takes her anywhere. She's from nowhere—just a trophy wife.”
A group of rich girls whispered nearby.
I ignored them. The Upper East Side scene was toxic.
The whispers kept going.
“What bracelet is that? I've never seen the brand.”
“Probably from Etsy.”
“No, that's Lunara. You can't even buy it with money—she must be wearing a fake.”
Suddenly a clear voice cut in.
“What are you all whispering about? If you have something to say, say it to her face.”
Miraculously, the nasty girls shut up. They actually looked scared.
Ava Chen.
She gave me an apologetic smile, her gaze lingering on my bracelet for two seconds before sliding away.
I didn't engage.
I finished my cupcake, stood up, and went looking for Ethan.
A server bumped into me, spilling red wine all over my dress.
We both froze.
The server apologized profusely.
Ava appeared, holding a garment bag. “Are you okay? That stain won't come out. I just picked this up from the dry cleaner—emergency change?”
She pressed the bag into my hands.
Huh. Ethan's first love actually seemed… decent?
I thanked her and headed to the restroom.
As I wove through the crowd, I spotted a familiar figure.
My pupils shrank.
Same face.
Exactly the same.
Alexander…
I'd known the name for a while—the Mellon family was old New York royalty, into real estate, finance, media, everything.
I'd always assumed my boy toy just happened to share the name.
But now… he stood there in a custom tux, radiating old-money arrogance, nothing like the naked guy I knew.
My fingers shook as I pulled out my phone and dialed “Hot & Hung.”
Across the room, Alexander excused himself from his conversation, checked his phone, then stepped aside.
“Hey?”
That low, familiar voice.
I froze.
Silence.
He turned, scanning the crowd until his eyes locked on me.
He smiled.
My eyes widened.
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7.2
Blurb:
They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right.
Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world.
But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape.
What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction.
Then everything shattered.
A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks.
When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same.
Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in.
But Xavier has made one thing clear.
He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears.
Even if it means losing her forever.
9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
7.3
They were jealous of her, her friends were jealous of her and set her up to make her be like everyone else.
Oma's perfectly planned world shattered when she discovered she was pregnant after a set up by her friends on the night of their school's sign out gala party. Before she had time to think of what to do, her father callously threw her out of the house into the rain with a warning never to return till she had found the father of her unborn child.
Frustrated and dejected, she found shelter in her best friend's family house, only to accidentally learn that the same friend and her boyfriend were the ones who betrayed her by setting her up for a one-night stand with an unknown guy. This realization broke her more and she made a life changing decision to leave for a city where she was not known with determination to begin a new life and live for her unborn child.
By a dramatic turn of event, she met Richard Jones, a billionaire corporate lawyer, whom she saved from an accident that could have taken his life. He admired her exceptional show of integrity and was drawn to her. What begins as a simple 'chase' and impulsive support and protection, blossomed into a serious friendship and eventual romance that will threaten the status, affluence and entire Richard Jones' existence.
Will Richard give up his inheritance for a girl he barely knew? Will her pregnancy serve as determent for finding true love and fulfilling her dreams?
Find out in this intriguing romance story.......
9.7
I stood in the pouring rain at my father-in-law's funeral, the heels of my black pumps sinking into the mud. I was Mrs. Vargas, the wife of New York's most powerful billionaire, yet I was standing at the edge of the crowd like a forgotten statue.
Ten feet away, under the dry shelter of the family tent, my husband Hayes held another woman against his chest. It wasn't me he was whispering comfort to; it was Felicity, his late brother's widow and childhood sweetheart.
The humiliation didn't end at the cemetery. Hayes moved Felicity and her son into our home, relegating me to the guest wing while she took over the primary suites. He watched silently as her son smashed the only photograph of my deceased parents, then demanded I apologize for "scaring" the boy with my reaction. When Felicity's negligence ruined a twelve-million-dollar family heirloom, Hayes had the audacity to ask me to use my own savings to buy her a "consolation" engagement ring. He treated me like a parasite, never realizing I was a brilliant scientist with a hidden fortune and three patents to my name.
I realized then that our three-year marriage was a hollow farce. Hayes had never even touched me, claiming he wanted to "remain pure" for his memory of Felicity. I was nothing more than a business merger, a smudge on the lens of the perfect family portrait he was building with another man's widow.
The breaking point came during a lethal blizzard. Hayes promised to accompany me to my family's mandatory gala-a tradition where my absence meant a death sentence. But at the last second, he stood me up to stay home and tend to Felicity's stubbed toe. Left alone to face the wrath of the Santos Matriarch, I was forced to kneel in the freezing snow as punishment until my lungs began to fail and my vision blurred.
Just as the darkness started to take me, a black Maybach smashed through the iron gates. My exiled brother, the man the world calls "The Wolf," stepped out of the storm to reclaim what Hayes had discarded. Hayes thought I was a helpless doll who couldn't survive a day without his trust fund, but he's about to find out what happens when you let a Santos daughter freeze.
9.5
I was the heiress to a real estate empire, celebrating my engagement to Douglas at our Manhattan penthouse.
But when I stepped into the master bedroom, I caught him sleeping with my best friend, Krystle.
Before I could even react, Douglas forced me to sign away my family's entire trust fund.
He held up a tablet and forced me to watch a live feed of my parents being burned alive in our Hamptons estate.
"The fire hasn't reached the main house yet, sign it and I'll call them off," he lied.
As soon as the ink dried, he beat me to the ground and locked me in the soundproof study.
He poured twenty-three-year-old whiskey on the carpet and dropped a lit cigar.
"You could have walked away with nothing, but alive," he sneered.
He left me to burn to death while he and Krystle went back to our engagement party to drink champagne.
As the flames melted my skin and my bones shattered against the bulletproof glass, I couldn't understand it.
How could the man who promised me forever brutally exterminate my entire family just for money?
But I didn't die in that fire.
Three years later, with a reconstructed face and a new identity as the mysterious global designer Alice Moreau, I returned to New York.
Watching Douglas and Krystle flaunt the wealth they stole from my family's ashes, I smiled behind my black veil.
It was time to make them pay with everything they had.
7.2
For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside.
When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company.
Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence.
When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him.
Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall.
They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock.
They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power.
Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear.
She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts.
"Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground."
But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder.
The real hunt was just beginning.