My Ugly Husband? He Spoils Me Rotten!
On the day she married, Alina unknowingly took the place of the Hayes family's daughter and became Kellan's wife, the richest man in town who was rumored to be disfigured.
Everyone mocked their doomed marriage, expecting misery and disgrace.
Instead, Alina revealed brilliance no one expected-a renowned jewelry master, financial genius, and medical prodigy.
The woman the Hayes family ignored was actually the heiress they should have treasured.
As regret consumed them and her ex begged for another chance, Kellan stood beside her, now devastatingly handsome.
"Alina and I are perfect together. Stay away from my wife."
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Chapter 1
Preparations for a lavish wedding filled the Hayes family's residence, and every corner of the estate buzzed with activity.
On that very day, both the Hayes family's daughter and a servant's daughter were set to walk down the aisle.
Wrapped in her parents' embrace, Jessica Hayes struggled to hold back her tears as joy overwhelmed her.
Off to the side, Alina Riley remained still, dressed in a white bridal gown that only highlighted her quiet elegance and striking beauty.
Right beside her stood Kristy Riley, the Hayes family's servant, who was also her mother.
Even so, Kristy kept her attention fixed on Jessica, and her eyes glowed with warmth and affection.
Although this moment marked her own wedding, she felt invisible, as if her presence carried no weight at all.
That realization lingered, and a faint, self-mocking smile slowly appeared on Alina's lips.
"Since Miss Hayes is about to be married, you will no longer be by her side to serve her," Kristy said as she turned toward Alina. "You should bow and thank her properly, then say your goodbye before she leaves."
Hearing those words, Alina felt her expression turn cold.
From the time she was still a child, Kristy treated her with cold severity, yet she showed Jessica nothing but warmth and attention.
Whenever she spoke about her duty, Kristy insisted that the Hayes family had given her a livelihood, so she had to devote herself to caring for Jessica. Because of that belief, Alina grew up serving Jessica like a maid, and even the smallest hint of displeasure from Jessica would lead to harsh scolding or punishment from Kristy.
During those early years, Alina had no means to stand on her own, and she accepted everything in silence. After she became financially independent, she tried to convince her mother to leave the Hayes family behind, yet Kristy refused without hesitation and remained devoted, especially to Jessica.
Still, nothing could have prepared her for what happened on her wedding day, when her own mother demanded that she bow in gratitude and bid Jessica farewell.
Faced with that demand, Alina stood her ground and refused to comply. In response, Kristy lost her temper at once and raised her voice. "Don't forget where you came from. Without the Hayes family, you would have nothing. Even after marriage, your place remains beneath them. Miss Hayes gave you everything, so you must repay her with loyalty for the rest of your life."
At the sound of the commotion, nearby guests began to turn and stare, their eyes filled with curiosity and judgment.
Under those watchful gazes, Alina felt heat rush to her face, and the weight of humiliation settled heavily on her chest.
Without uttering a single word, Jessica remained in place, yet the look in her eyes betrayed a mix of envy and bitterness.
Being the daughter of a servant, Alina should have been someone she could easily ignore, yet her excellence had always placed her far above expectations and beyond her reach.
Because of those constant comparisons, resentment had quietly taken root in Jessica's heart over the years.
"Tell me the truth. Are you really my mother?" Alina's eyes reflected deep disappointment.
For a brief second, panic surfaced in Kristy's expression, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by harsher words. "I carried you for nine months and endured everything just to bring you into this world. What more do you want from me? Are you ashamed because I'm only a servant? Come and see this, everyone! Look at how the daughter I raised chooses to treat me after everything I have done for her!"
Kristy's loud cries echoed through the space, and before long, the guests around turned their attention to the scene.
Unable to tolerate the disruption any longer, Edmond Hayes, Jessica's father, stepped forward and spoke with restrained authority. "This is supposed to be a celebration, so lower your voice and stop causing a scene."
Choosing not to engage any further, Alina turned away without another word and made her way toward the waiting car.
Once inside, she shut her eyes tightly and tried to steady the storm of emotions rising within her.
Soon, she would be face-to-face with her fiancé, Alan Hopkins, so she forced herself to hold on to a cheerful mood for his sake.
Thinking about Alan brought a small sense of comfort, and her racing thoughts began to settle.
Back in their college days, their paths first crossed. Although Alina had no interest in falling in love at that time, Alan refused to give up on her and pursued her with steady determination until she finally gave in to his sincerity.
At that moment, another car passed by hers and briefly caught her attention.
Lifting her gaze, Alina watched the vehicle that carried Jessica, and a mix of emotions surfaced in her eyes.
Since childhood, Jessica had always been showered with affection by the Hayes family, yet they unexpectedly agreed to marry her off through an arrangement, and her groom turned out to be Kellan Gilbert.
Kellan was once known as a man admired by everyone and feared by many. His life changed drastically after a tragic car accident the previous year. That incident left him scarred and known for his volatile temper, and rumors even spread that he had lost his ability as a man.
Instead of a proper wedding, the Gilbert family made a simple demand, and they only required the Hayes family to send Jessica over without any ceremony.
At first, Alina believed that the Hayes family would cancel the arrangement to protect Jessica, no matter the cost.
Instead of intervening, they chose to remain silent, and they watched as Jessica stepped into what looked like a dangerous and uncertain future. As that realization settled in, Alina decided it was no longer her concern. From that moment forward, she resolved to cut all ties and leave both the Hayes family and Jessica behind for good.
Due to exhaustion from a restless night, sleep claimed her not long after she shut her eyes.
After some time had passed, Alina slowly regained consciousness in a room filled with dim lighting. Under the faint glow, her surroundings came into view, and the luxurious decor stood out even in the shadows.
Uncertainty washed over Alina. Could this actually be where Alan lived?
Had they not been meant to head straight to the wedding ceremony first?
Perhaps he had planned some surprise for her.
While those questions lingered, the door suddenly opened without warning.
Through the doorway, a man stepped inside.
Because of the faint lighting, Alina could not make out his face, yet his tall and solid build stood out, and the heavy presence around him made her feel uneasy. A quiet sense of danger crept in, and her instincts immediately warned her to stay alert.
"Who are you?" Alina asked, fixing her gaze on him.
Without offering any reply, he moved forward, reached the bed, and forced her down against the mattress while his imposing figure hovered above her. As he leaned closer, his warm breath brushed against her ear, and it sent a sharp shiver through her body.
Reacting at once, Alina struggled to push him away, yet he caught both her wrists with ease and held them in place.
"Kellan Gilbert," he replied.
The moment his name registered, shock filled her eyes.
Having revealed who he was, Kellan bent down without hesitation and pressed his lips against hers.
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9.2
Rebirth with a Twist.
Fawn Jones doesn't get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn's last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife's face is softer, sharper, funnier... and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra's money, Cassandra's reputation... and Cassandra's husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn't stand his wife and now can't seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she's awake. And she's not done.
8.8
Elizbeth married the wealthy heir Carlton Wilkinson to save her grandfather's life's work.
But on their wedding night, instead of a loving husband, she faced a cold tyrant. He forced her to sign a brutal prenup, stripped her of all family rights, and banished her to a dingy guest room.
He was convinced she was just a pathetic, gold-digging liar.
When a catastrophic pain attack drove Carlton to smash his own head against the wall, Elizbeth rushed in to save him using her specialized acupuncture. She risked her life to calm his spasming nerves.
But the moment he woke up, he nearly choked her to death. He threw her against the wall, bleeding and bruised, accusing her of using cheap parlor tricks to poison him.
The next morning, his greedy relatives openly mocked her cheap clothes, waiting like vultures for Carlton to drop dead so they could steal his fortune.
Elizbeth was humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered a classified secret.
Carlton was a former Delta Force operator slowly going mad from an undetectable weaponized biotoxin. The poison made him paranoid and violent. He would rather die in agony than accept help from a woman he despised.
Begged by his desperate grandfather, Elizbeth knew she had to cure him in the shadows.
At 1:00 AM, she slipped a heavy, odorless sedative into his water and sneaked into his pitch-black bedroom to begin the detox.
But as her silver needle hovered over his skin, a massive hand shot out and pinned her violently to the mattress.
"How much did they pay you to poison me?" he hissed in the dark, his eyes wide awake and blazing with murderous fury.
9.3
For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future.
Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city."
Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed.
The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence.
Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."
7.1
For six years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Hartwell Ware, enduring his coldness because I thought my love could eventually thaw his heart.
Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig.
He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce.
His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement.
He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash.
Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage.
I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion.
Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up.
He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions.
Instead, I snatched the pen, crossed out the massive alimony, and signed my name on the dotted line.
"I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more."
Leaving my five-carat diamond ring on the marble table, I walked out the door with nothing but my old suitcase.
8.1
My billionaire husband, Cooper, was thirty minutes late to my father's funeral.
When the heavy cathedral doors finally opened, he wasn't there to comfort me. He was tightly shielding his mistress, Celeste, under his umbrella, treating her like a fragile lily while I stood alone in my black mourning dress.
The whispers in the pews were deafening, but they were nothing compared to the truth I soon uncovered.
Cooper hadn't just humiliated me—he had secretly taken my father's life-saving spot in a medical clinical trial and given it to Celeste's family. My father died gasping for air because of him.
Days later, while I was shivering in the ER with a 103-degree fever, I saw Cooper sneaking into the VIP maternity ward. He was holding Celeste, his face glowing with the ecstatic joy of a man about to become a father.
For three years, I swallowed my pride to be his perfect, obedient wife, only to let his elite friends openly mock me to my face.
"You were just keeping the seat warm until the real queen came back."
He let my father die, hid all our marital assets in offshore trusts, and made me take birth control every single morning, claiming he wasn't ready for kids.
I didn't scream, and I didn't let him see me break.
Instead, I hired Manhattan's most ruthless divorce lawyer, smiled sweetly as I handed Cooper his coat at home, and began secretly gathering the evidence to burn his entire empire to the ground.
9.5
Banished for seven years.
Aubree returns to the Hopkins family, only to be despised and cast aside like trash.
Her twin brother bribes her to leave. Her stepsister frames her as a monster.
Her arrogant fiancé wants her ruined, caged, and erased forever.
They think she's a helpless country outcast.
They don't know she's the dark web's most ruthless hacker and strategist.
She doesn't beg. She doesn't cry.
She strikes a deal with Wall Street's deadliest tycoon.
Crush the Prescotts. Ruin her enemies.
She's back to take everything they stole.