Revenge On My Ex-husband Now With His Rival
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Cassie thought marriage was forever-until twelve years of sacrifice ended with betrayal, abuse, and the cruel loss of her daughter. Shattered and abandoned, she swore one thing: Alexandra, her ex-husband, would regret every wound he carved into her soul.
But when fate brings her face-to-face with the one man Alexandra despises most-his ruthless rival-Cassie sees a chance not just for survival, but for vengeance. What begins as a dangerous alliance soon blurs into something deeper: passion, power, and a love that defies the past.
Now, Cassie isn't just fighting for her broken heart-she's seizing the chance to rise, to make Alexandra pay, and to claim a future with the man who was never supposed to be hers.
Revenge On My Ex-husband Now With His Rival Chapter 1
Cassie POV
They say life changes when you get married to the one you once loved. But my case felt different. Everything about my marriage was from one issue to another. From bondage of threats to another.
Waking up each morning just makes me hate myself for accepting this one man. I thought he loved me with everything within.
I rolled out from the bed-my eyeball felt like it was breaking apart from its socket. I walked into the kitchen, my mind racing with the words he told me last night.
The way he looked into my eyes, the way he held my hands, at first thoughts, I wished he wanted to tell me something much better, something that would make my heart skip with excitement, but I got the opposite. It was a divorce. A marriage of 10 years going down the line because of a reason that doesn't even make sense.
"Good morning, mom." My daughter's voice dragged me out of my thoughts. I drifted my gaze to her. A sly smile immediately spread through my face at her presence.
"How was your night, sweetheart?" Looking at her gave me a reformed hope at life.
She's the only one I have now. She's my only hope for peace and happiness.
I looked at her closely, my emotions started playing immediately, tears trickled at the corners of my eyes. I do not know how I would tell her that her so-called beloved father would soon leave her behind and have a better life outside from the one we are having right now. I looked at her. Then she murmured words to me. Her voice barely above a whisper, "Mom, what's happening? I heard you crying last night." I looked at her, eye to eye. I immediately shut my eyes, not wanting to show her my pure emotion.
"Cassie!" I heard my name, not from a far distance, the voice sent chills as the familiarity crawled against my skin.
He stomped into the kitchen, his eyes blazing with rage and anger. He looked at me then back at the child.
" Amanda, get out of here!" he said immediately.
I gave my daughter a sign too. She left immediately. I looked back at him and asked.
" Why was your voice so high towards her?" He didn't say a word to me immediately. He just made sure she wasn't clear in sight before he said his words to me.
" Cassie, why haven't you left my house yet? My mistress will be here in a few minutes. I won't want her to see you, nor that imbecile you call a child."
"Alexandra!" my voice stormed with hot emotions. I looked deep into his eyes as if I could see his soul through it.
My daughter, Amanda, was a girl of special need. Staying with her every day just makes things feel worse in this marriage. The thought of killing her came and passed by each day. But I couldn't watch Alexandra insult my daughter in that manner. She was my first issue, the first child who walked into my stomach. And now, I'm living a marriage and life of beautiful years all because of her. But killing her wasn't an option for me.
"Alexandra, I won't watch you call her those names. You made me pregnant for her. You planted the seed within me and now you are here, demanding the child you gave to me.."
He laughed as my words spilled away, but I didn't care. My emotions started boiling already. Tears started dripping down from my eyes. My heart started racing faster, it felt like a heart attack, it felt so strong.
"I don't care, Cassie." His words felt like a dagger pierced into my chest.
Before I could say any word, he defended what he said to me. He said another one, "I'm giving you just thirty minutes to pack your things and that other imbecile you keep in my house and leave."
"Alexandra!" I called.
"Cassie, I am not taking your emotions personally. You've always been the crying girl I've always known right from high school. So move on with life. Twelve years already, aren't you tired?" His voice sent chills down to my spine. I thought this was Love. I thought this would finally give me a smile to my groaning childhood emotions but, No, it didn't. It just makes things worse.
"What about the time we spent together? What about the life we had? What about the company we built from scratch?" He laughed again, this time it sounded more like a mocking one.
His voice was filled with strong emotions this time around. "I would say to you with a little of a hundred thousand US dollars, so you could leave my life alone."
It didn't wait for my next word before it stormed out from the kitchen. I collapsed onto the ground, tears filling both my heart and eyes. Everything just dawned on me now, those twelve years were lies. Everything I thought I had built with him was just lies and fake.
"I hate him and curse the day I ever met him." I screamed at the top of my voice
Minutes later, I stood up and walked into my room. I picked up the necessary things I needed, my clothes, my jewelry, my cards, my wallets, and every single thing attening to me. I didn't forget some documents that are willed to my name, some documents I signed with him, some documents that add way more right off than him.
I walked into Amanda's room, this time I wasn't the crying girl that I was a few minutes ago. I stood bold and elegant in my neatly dressed satin gown with my well packed ponytail hair. She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears also.
"Mom, what is going on?" She asked with a shaky voice.
I walked closer to her, but I didn't let my emotions play me this time around. I used my hand to wipe away the tears hanging under her eyes and I said, "Honey, nothing is going on. We are just about to have a little adventure."
From my physical expression, she didn't quite get the words but it was too late for me to even give full details of everything that was going on. I made her sit down while I went to our room and packed most of her important stuff, her medications and many more.
Twenty minutes later, I was downstairs, standing, looking directly to the staircase where he stood as if nothing was going on. I gave a little sound, clearing my throat to grab his attention.
"Mark my words, Alexandra, you shall regret this day."
After that, I walked out, away from his life, away from everything, without him knowing what I hid deep within me. And to the promise to him, I wasn't returning here until he had regretted every single pain he had caused me.
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Revenge On My Ex-husband Now With His Rival of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.3
After Ethan went bankrupt, I took him in as my kept man.
Every day he was touched by me, pinned down on the bed while I did whatever I wanted.
His face flushed red, yet he could only endure the humiliation.
Until one day I overheard him on the phone with someone. He said, “Yeah, I didn't actually go bankrupt. So what? Anyone who dares let Brooke know can wait to die!”
And my name is Brooke.
7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
8.4
Her life was perfect, and her marriage to Rowan Reynolds was everything she dreamed of-until a single picture brought everything crashing down.
Framed for an infidelity she never committed, Channel is cast out by the man she loved while secretly carrying the very child she had waited years to conceive.
As love turns into hatred, Rowan Reynolds transforms from a devoted husband into a ruthless executioner, determined to destroy the woman who once owned his heart.
Just when despair pushes Channel to the edge, a stranger appears in the park-wealthy, cold, arrogant, and dangerously confident. Calvin Blackwood doesn't offer sympathy. He offers a deal.
A contract marriage.
With no time to think and nowhere else to turn, Channel signs her freedom away to a man she doesn't know, stepping into a future more uncertain than the one she escaped.
Now trapped in a life built on secrets, contracts, and unanswered questions, Channel believes she has left her past behind. But when Rowan realizes she's gone, the game of power, revenge, and love is only just beginning.
9.3
Fallon Bayliss, a young, successful painter from New York, has nightmares, and some parts of her memory are missing. One night, she gets abducted by Sean, a vampire. And that brings her to the very beginning, first to London where she worked as a waitress, and then back to Rome.
Remembering she spent the last year and a half there as that vampire's pet, his sex slave, under the false identity. And all the things he has done to her recall the awful pain, realizing she both hates and desires him.
Her doom started at her 19th birthday party when she met Hope Douglas, looking identical to her. Fallon has no clue vampires exist. And that Hope is a vampire hunter when she offers her a lucrative deal. Fallon takes it, falling into the trap and committing the biggest mistake of her life.
Now Sean wants to turn her into a vampire and keep her forever. Fallon carries a secret of her own, but so does Sean. And the plot slowly unfolds from the moment of her abduction.
7.7
Alondra woke up choking on synthetic drugs, pinned to a mattress by a massive, sweating VIP guest.
Her adoptive family, the Franks, had deliberately drugged her and offered her as a plaything to secure a ten-million-dollar financing deal.
The sheer terror and humiliation had already killed the original owner of this body.
When the VIP was left screaming on the floor, her adoptive mother and sister didn't care about what she had just endured.
They shrieked that she had ruined their wealth and destroyed their future.
Her adoptive father threw a cheap prepaid card onto the Persian rug like he was feeding a stray dog.
"Take this five hundred dollars and crawl back to the trailer park where you belong!"
They ordered their bodyguards to drag her out by her hair, mocking her as uneducated white trash who would rot in the slums.
The original girl had died in absolute despair, believing she was worthless and unloved.
She never knew she was actually the true biological heir to the Kerr family, the untouchable dynasty that practically owned Wall Street.
But the soul that had just awakened in this fragile body was no longer a weak victim.
It was the soul of a centuries-old European medical assassin.
Alondra calmly shattered the bodyguard's wrist, exposed the Franks' impending bankruptcy, and walked out the front door.
Outside in the cold night, a fleet of bulletproof Maybachs was already waiting to take the real princess home.
7.8
For five years, I was the flawless wife to the heir of the De Luca empire, securing billion-dollar acquisitions to prove my worth.
But my husband, Alessandro, still paraded his mistress in our home, publicly humiliating me as a "cold spreadsheet" while she sneered in triumph.
It didn't stop at infidelity. When I dared to cut off her credit cards, Alessandro decided to teach me a lesson.
He allowed his mistress to secretly file down the metal clasp on my horse's saddle right before a massive public equestrian event.
My leg was completely shattered in a horrific, agonizing fall in front of hundreds of elite guests.
While I lay bleeding in the dirt, my husband didn't even glance my way. Instead, he rushed to hold his mistress, shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight.
Later, pretending to be unconscious in the infirmary, I overheard him ordering his guards.
"Get rid of the saddle. It was just a lesson to remind her who's in charge."
He didn't just want me humiliated; he wanted me crippled and broken.
As the sterile smell of the hospital hit me, a horrifying realization set in—I was two weeks late. I was pregnant with his child.
The thought of my baby growing up in this ruthless, toxic family made my blood run cold, and the last spark of my love turned into absolute hatred.
The obedient wife died on that dirt track.
I quietly contacted his family's biggest rival and activated my secret scorched-earth protocol. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.
