REVENGE OF THE UGLY WIFE

Mathilda had to taste the bitterness of life when she was forced into marriage with a young and powerful CEO named Fredric. From the very first day, her life turned into a living nightmare. She endured endless humiliation, emotional abuse, and cold indifference from the man who was supposed to be her husband. To him, Mathilda was nothing more than a burden-someone to display in public, then discard once the cameras were gone. Despite her pain, Mathilda tried to hold onto hope. She told herself that someday Fredric would see her true worth, that love might grow where only resentment lived. But fate had other plans. One night, an accident shattered everything. The car crash left behind twisted metal, fire, and smoke-and the world believed Mathilda was dead. Fredric never looked back. He moved on, unbothered, as if her existence had been erased. The company held a brief memorial, the press covered the tragedy for a day or two, and then her name vanished into silence. But Mathilda wasn't dead. She woke up in a remote hospital, broken but alive. Her body was scarred, her spirit nearly destroyed-but her heart burned with something new: vengeance. Every wound became a promise. Every scar, a reminder of the life that had been stolen from her. For months, she planned in secret-building herself again, piece by piece. The world would soon see a different woman, stronger, more beautiful, untouchable. When Mathilda finally returned, she was no longer the fragile wife Fredric once despised. She had become his greatest fear-a ghost of his past, walking in heels, wrapped in elegance and power. And this time, she wouldn't ask for love. She would demand retribution.

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Chapter 2

FEDRIC'S POV

Seven Months Ago - February 27, 2017

Young, handsome, and rich. Who wouldn't want to be in a position like that?

My name is **Fredric Liam Smith**, twenty-six years old. The sentence above pretty much sums up my life, doesn't it?

Women surround me everywhere I go-naturally. I'm not some pathetic fool who wastes his youth at home. I enjoy life, and I have every reason to. Why shouldn't I? I was born into privilege, wealth, and influence. My grandmother owns the largest diamond company in the world, and I already serve as one of its directors. The future is mine.

Today, though, I've got only one thing on my mind-**Paula**.

Ah, Paula... who doesn't know her? One of New York's most famous models-gorgeous, sexy, confident. She's got a body sculpted by heaven itself and a face that makes cameras worship her. I can't wait to make her mine completely.

*Knock... knock...*

A sound came from the door. Without moving, I called out lazily, "Come in."

"Well, what a lovely day. Look at my handsome grandson, still lounging around in bed."

"Grandma?"

Panic jolted through me. I shot upright immediately, almost falling out of bed.

It's not that I'm afraid of her-well, maybe a little. I deeply respect my grandmother. After my mother died ten years ago, she became the only family I truly had.

"Why do you jump up like that every time I come in?" she teased, walking toward me with that elegant grace of hers. "Do I look like some police officer interrogating a criminal? Or maybe I'm just so old and terrifying now, a witch ready to eat your soul?"

Her tone carried mock irritation, though her smile gave her away. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Come on, Grandma. Beautiful Rosa could never be terrifying," I said, standing and hugging her gently. "Even Gigi Hadid would lose next to you. You're still stunning-and it's 2017, Grandma, don't get so dramatic."

I felt her warmth as she laughed softly in my arms. There was always something maternal about her presence, something I'd missed for most of my life.

"You're just like your father," she murmured after a pause. "He used to say the same things whenever he wanted to charm his way out of trouble."

My smile vanished. My arms fell away. My chest tightened at the mention of *him*.

"Don't compare me to that man," I said, my tone hardening instantly. "You know I hate it when you bring him up."

"Fredric..."

"I'm not like my father. I didn't run away from my family. I didn't abandon anyone! Do you still remember him, Grandma? He hasn't even visited you in twenty-six years! Not once! He disappeared without a trace-no calls, no letters, nothing. And you still talk about him like he deserves forgiveness? You should be ashamed to even say his name."

I turned away, fists clenching. Anger burned through my veins like fire.

I never knew my father. I never even heard his voice. All I knew was that he'd chosen to disappear-to leave me, leave my mother, leave Grandma-all for reasons no one ever understood. He'd left behind the empire that should have been his, the wealth that people would kill for. He abandoned it all.

And I hated him for it.

My grandmother stood silently behind me. I could hear her breathing-slow, heavy, tired. Maybe she still missed him. Maybe, deep down, she still hoped he'd come back.

After a long pause, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Fredric. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I shook my head. "I'm not hurt. I'm angry. And I'll stay angry until the day I meet him. If that ever happens, I swear-I'll punch him straight in the face. Only then, maybe, I'll forgive him."

A soft sigh escaped her lips before she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. Despite everything, I couldn't stay cold toward her.

I turned, hugging her back gently. "I'm sorry, Grandma," I muttered. "I shouldn't yell at you. You don't deserve that."

"It's all right, dear," she said with a small smile. "Now, forget about your father. I actually came here for another reason. I want you to come with me to lunch. We're meeting Goyle and his family. It's their wedding anniversary today."

I raised an eyebrow. That sounded... dull.

But saying no to Rosa wasn't an option. I'd never refused her before, and I wasn't about to start now.

"All right," I sighed. "What time?"

"In an hour," she said, patting my arm before leaving the room.

When the door closed, I fell back onto my bed and grabbed my phone.

*I'll see you later tonight, Paula. I have to go somewhere with Grandma first.*

I sent the text and smirked.

If I had to endure lunch with my grandmother's driver's family, then I deserved a reward afterward-and Paula was the perfect one.

Still, I couldn't help but think of the man we were meeting-**Goyle Brown**, Grandma's loyal driver for decades-and his daughter, **Mathilda**.

Mathilda... the name alone made me cringe.

How unattractive could one person be? I'd soon find out again.

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Exactly at 11:15 a.m., our car stopped in front of a five-star restaurant. The kind of place Grandma frequented for business meetings and family celebrations.

She stepped out of the car with her usual grace, waving politely at the doorman who hurried to open the entrance.

"Inviting them here, Grandma? You're really spoiling that family," I murmured under my breath.

She smiled, pretending not to hear me. "Goyle has served me faithfully for over twenty years. He deserves my kindness."

Her generosity was admirable-but at times, it annoyed me. She treated that family like royalty.

Maybe I was just jealous.

Goyle had what I never did-a stable home, a loving wife, a daughter who looked at him with respect. Maybe that's why I resented him, just a little. Because I grew up surrounded by riches, yet starved of affection.

When we entered, Goyle was already waiting near the door, standing as straight as a soldier.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Rosa. Mr. Fredric," he greeted with a polite nod. "It's an honor to celebrate our anniversary with you."

Ever the professional. Sometimes I wondered if he even knew how to smile.

My grandmother laughed softly. "Nonsense, Goyle. Fredric and I are the honored ones today. Now sit, let's enjoy the meal."

We took our seats at a round table covered in white linen. Goyle's wife smiled warmly, her hands clasped together.

"Mrs. Rosa, thank you again for your generosity. Mathilda sends her regards," she said cheerfully.

Ah, *there it is.*

I turned my gaze toward the girl sitting beside her parents. Mathilda looked exactly as I remembered-timid, small, hiding behind a curtain of messy reddish curls and oversized glasses that swallowed half her face.

She couldn't even look at me.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or sigh.

Her clothes were plain-some floral blouse that looked like it belonged to a grandmother. Everything about her screamed awkwardness.

Rosa smiled at her fondly. "Mathilda, you look lovely today. That ponytail suits you-you're like a Barbie doll. Perfect next to Fredric."

I froze.

What did she just say?

I forced a smile, but sarcasm slipped out before I could stop it. "Maybe she should change her style first. Something like Gigi Hadid-or Kendall Jenner."

The table went silent.

Goyle's wife's smile faltered. Goyle cleared his throat. And Mathilda... poor Mathilda lowered her head even further, as if she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

"Fredric," Rosa said sharply. "What my grandson *meant* is that maybe you could try letting your hair down next time, dear. You'd look stunning."

She gave me a pointed look, one eyebrow raised. I knew that look-it meant *behave yourself.*

I shrugged, pretending not to care.

Let her be angry. I didn't care. Because honestly, if Grandma ever truly thought Mathilda could stand beside me, she was delusional.

It would take at least ten plastic surgeries before that girl could even dream of being worthy of me.

Or so I thought.

I had no idea then that the same girl I dismissed that day would one day destroy my world completely.

And that, in the end, *I* would be the one begging for her forgiveness.

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I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon. My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate. In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts. To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness. But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target. I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart? Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room. Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table. Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph. "I'll take this one, Papa." She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence. I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box. Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée. This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.

Action Mafia Modern

9.4

Her Revenge Her Temptation

9.4

Lucy is a cheerful human princess who enjoyed her peaceful life at the palace but mainly on the busty village streets. What will happen when she sneaks out as usual, only to return and find out her father had been defeated by an unknown man will her life change for good or bad or gray as she tries to get back her father's throne even if it meant staying under the enemy's nose. will she take her revenge or fall for the one person who has ruined her father. she has to make up her mind between following her heart or be blinded by a false revenge.

Action Modern Mystery

9.3

HIS UNWORTHY MATE

9.3

Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life. Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?

Action Romance Werewolf

8.0

Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape

8.0

I stood behind the velvet curtain, clutching a positive pregnancy test, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Dante our family was growing. Instead, I heard him laugh. "She is not the bride," Dante told his Consigliere, swirling his fifty-year-old scotch. "She is the bulletproof vest I wear until it is safe for Sofia to enter the city. When the bullets stop flying, we throw the vest in the trash." My world shattered. When Sofia arrived that night, she didn't just take my place; she boiled my beloved cat for dinner. Dante didn't defend me. He told me to clean up the mess or face punishment. To prove his devotion to her, he had his men drag me to "The Pit"—an underground fight club. I was thrown into a cage with a starving Doberman. I looked up at the VIP box, begging the man I loved to save me. Instead, Dante pressed the intercom button, his voice booming over the speakers. "One million dollars on the dog," he said. "She won't last three minutes." He covered Sofia's eyes to protect her innocence while the beast tore the flesh from my arm. That night, Elena Vance died in the dirt. One year later, the grieving Dante Moretti attended a gala for a mysterious new artist in New York. He dropped his champagne glass when he saw me on stage, alive, wearing a dress that revealed my ruined, scarred arm. "I didn't leave you, Dante," I said into the microphone, my voice cold as ice. "You killed me. And now, I'm here to collect my winnings."

Action Modern Romance

8.7

Surviving George's Obsession

8.7

In the dangerous world of organized crime, a woman finds herself trapped in the suffocating grip of George, a powerful and relentless mafia figure. Driven by an intense, dark fixation, George will stop at nothing to possess her, turning her life into a high-stakes struggle for freedom. As she navigates his lethal obsession and the violence of his territory, she must find a way to escape his control before his deadly passion consumes her completely.

Action Mafia Romance

7.3

TANGLED BETWEEN BROTHERS

7.3

What happens when you fall for the wrong brother? Nicole's safe relationship with Liam begins to shatter after a forbidden encounter with his dangerous brother, Adrian, the same man who stole Liam's CEO position and became his sworn enemy. What starts as guilt turns into haunting desire as Adrian becomes obsessed with her, refusing to let her go. Caught between loyalty and temptation, Nicole is pulled into a ruthless game of power, betrayal, and forbidden passion where loving either of the brothers could destroy them all.

Action Billionaire Modern

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