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 7
It took Kristy a moment to come back to her senses. Her expression darkened, irritation flashing across her face. "Alina, you came here to visit, so why are you dressed like this? Are you that eager to get attention?"
As she saw how refined and striking Alina looked compared to Jessica, anger surged within her.
Alina met her gaze without emotion. "Mom, you and Jessica forced me into marrying Kellan. I'm part of the Gilbert family now. Does this outfit seem excessive to you? This is just how I live now."
Jessica might not have wanted that marriage, but the sight before her stirred something ugly inside.
The thought of Alina living in luxury every day only deepened her resentment.
For the first time, regret crept into her mind.
Why should Alina be the one to enjoy all of it?
Kristy's voice rose sharply. "Someone like you, born at the bottom, has no right to any of this! We sent you there to serve, not to become someone important! Don't fool yourself. Once Kellan grows tired of you, he'll toss you aside without mercy!"
Those words carried no trace of a mother's care.
Alina had long stopped expecting warmth from her.
"Let's go to my room," Alina said, stepping inside the Hayes family's residence.
Over the years, Kristy had shoved all of Alina's belongings into a cramped storage room tucked away in a corner, all so she could stay close to the Hayes family and serve them better.
Alina glanced around the cluttered space. Even the spot where her bed once stood was now buried under piles of junk.
Kristy's attention shifted to the clothes and jewelry Alina wore. Without warning, she reached out, trying to rip them off.
"So expensive? So valuable? You think you're worthy of wearing these?" Her face twisted with bitterness. "Take them off right now! No matter how high you climb, you're still nothing but trash underneath!"
The memory of Jessica's earlier expression stirred something in Kristy, making her feel even more indignant on Jessica's behalf.
Before her hand could touch Alina, it was struck away with force.
Unprepared for it, Kristy stumbled and fell, staring up in shock.
Alina moved closer step by step, her expression turning completely cold. Fear finally crept into Kristy's eyes. "W-what are you trying to do?"
Alina's voice came out icy. "Tell me. Did you know from the start that Jessica planned to send me in her place to marry Kellan?"
Kristy answered without hesitation, her tone filled with disdain, "Of course, I knew. Everything you have comes from Jessica to begin with. Whatever the Gilbert family gives you belongs to her! For the rest of your life, you're nothing more than her servant!"
That shameless look shattered whatever warmth Alina had left for her.
She once thought Kristy was simply weak and misguided, someone who clung to Jessica in hopes of securing a better future.
In that moment, she had no choice but to face a painful truth.
"Am I really your daughter, or is Jessica the one you truly care about?" Alina's voice trembled with hurt as she stepped closer.
For a split second, unease flickered across Kristy's face before she masked it. She scoffed and shot back, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're just embarrassed that I'm a maid, aren't you?"
As always, Kristy was ready to slip into the same dramatic routine of crying and complaining.
Alina shut her eyes briefly. She had seen this act too many times.
Exhaustion washed over her.
Every time she questioned Kristy, it would end the same way, with Kristy twisting everything into self-pity and accusing her of shame. She had reached her limit.
"Since you've never seen me as your daughter, then from now on, we're finished." Alina took out a bank card, threw it onto the coffee table, and turned away to leave.
"Stop!" Kristy rushed forward and grabbed Alina's wrist.
For a fleeting moment, something stirred in Alina's chest, a mix of emotions she couldn't name.
Then Kristy's next words shattered it completely. "How much is in that card? You're Mrs. Gilbert now. Don't think a few thousand will be enough to send me away!"
The words cut through Alina like ice.
Even now, money was all Kristy cared about.
Alina's voice turned completely cold. "Everything you spent raising me is in that card."
Without another glance, she pulled her arm free and walked away.
Fury consumed Kristy. In truth, she had barely spent anything on Alina while raising her.
Even school fees had come from Alina's own part-time work.
There was no way that card held much at all.
Determined to confront Alina, Kristy hurried after her, only to run into Lynda and quickly retreat out of sight.
The moment she saw Lynda, Alina lowered her eyes.
She had never envied Jessica for her wealth. What she truly envied was having a mother like Lynda. Lynda was everything Kristy wasn't. She carried herself with grace and kindness.
Back when she had nothing decent to wear, it was Lynda who quietly bought her new clothes.
Those clothes were later destroyed by Kristy though.
Many times, she had quietly wondered how different and happier her life might have been if Lynda had truly been her mother.
"Alina." Lynda reached out and held her hand, and her next words struck Alina like a shock.
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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.