Revenge On My Ex-husband Now With His Rival
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.
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Chapter 4
Cassie POV
The trip from the hospital to his mansion, blur out in a few minutes. Soon I was standing in his opulent mansion. Each piece of furniture was glistening under the dim lights. He held onto a bag he proclaimed he stored a few of my important items in.
My eyes glistened through, everywhere screamed luxury.
While sitting there, two ladies approached us with a smile on their faces. They both gradually assisted in carrying the bag he was holding. I smiled and waved at them and they did the same at me. They walked in. Myself and him stood there before he finally said, "You can sit."
I didn't hesitate to do what he had said-my both feet ached badly already.
My eyes still glanced around, while he stood there looking at me. I didn't care about the way he looked at me.
"So..." I dragged his attention away from whatever he was thinking about.
"Please, can I get a bottle of water? I'm thirsty," he smiled at me. He recalled back to one of the ladies to get me a bottle of water.
He stood by my side, just smiling at himself. I couldn't tell exactly why he was smiling and happy. But nevertheless, I think this is God giving him an opportunity for a new life and a new chance. But I won't forget the promise I gave to Alexandra before leaving his house. He shall regret this pain he had caused me and my child.
The lady on white apron walked back to me, giving me a bottle of water. I smiled and I accepted it. I gulped it down my throat. Then I looked back up at him.
"You can sit, I feel suffocated already."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that."
He walked across and finally sat down. I took a deep breath , in and out.
"So...." He dragged my attention back to him. "Miss Cassie, can I know a little better about you?"
I didn't hesitate to give him the full details he needed, running down from my experience with my ex-husband and to the death of my child. He gave a pitiful look at each sentence I made while tears streamed down my eyes-remembering my daughter and how she left me hanging.
"I wish to meet your husband one on one and tell him it should never break the heart of a woman."
I laughed and scoffed at his words at the same time. To him, I might look foolish due to my reaction to his words, but to me, I deeply know that Alexandra wouldn't even care if he does anything to him, besides, Alexandra was a man of power.
Alexandra is a stone-hearted man, wicked to the core, but I thought getting into his life made him a little less soft-hearted. But then he returned back to his old self, a strong-hearted cheat, a man that doesn't value anything called love, but just eats you and dumps you.
Now, I just didn't care about him at this time. What I just wanted to do is get an opportunity that would make him come to my feet and plead for my forgiveness, which I would accomplish. I will make sure he suffers deeply at the hands of his mistress.
"Alexandra my ex husband doesn't give a fuck about anything someone does." His face drained of colors at the mention of the name.
It felt like the name sent warnings to him.
Alexandra, was famous and one of the top billionaires in the city, so knowing Alexandra was more expected.
Billionaires deal with billionaires.
" Do you know Alexandra?" I asked because the way he looked at me screamed warning that he knew him much better.
He nodded, in response to him knowing him.
Then a chill ran down my spine. Maybe they might be enemies or rival.
I knew everyone of Alexandra's friends but this one, no no no, I don't.
"Yes, I do but in a negative way." The echo of his words rang a bell within me. This would be an opportunity for me to get my revenge on him, and this might also be an opportunity for him to get revenge on him.
Yes, he's his rival from the little explanation he gave to me. I was smart enough to grab that in one sentence. Now, this is an opportunity to show Alexandra I wasn't the kind of woman he could joke around with.
I dragged myself closer to him, looking at him eyeball to eyeball. "Can you offer me a favor?" I asked, with a sly smile spreading around my face.
He chuckled at my words, relaxing well on his chair. "No, I can't. You stay here till you get better, then you leave." He immediately stood up, his face that was filled with a smile and a joyful expression just turned against me.
Was he hating me? I asked myself. Why did he walk out on me?
Nevertheless, that wasn't a focus now. I just have to focus on regaining my strength and also getting a better life. But one of the main goals is getting him to play the same game as me, to be in my own lane. Even though this would make me go the extra mile, I was ready to pay every debt for this.
I scoffed out once more.
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9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
9.2
After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.
8.3
Sandra was a mistress: a temporary escape for billionaire David Kingsley.
But in the shadows of his study, "temporary" turned into a dangerous addiction.
When David brutally casts her back into the poverty she fought to escape, Sandra plays her final card: a lie about a pregnancy to keep him tied to her.
The lie becomes a terrifying reality just as David announces his "perfect" life is expanding with a child of his own.
Now, Sandra isn't just a discarded mistress; she's a woman with a secret that could topple an empire.
How far will a woman go when she has nothing left to lose but the life growing inside her?
8.4
I stood in front of New York City Hall in my vintage lace wedding dress, my heart pounding with a nervous joy. I was minutes away from marrying Bradford Sterling, a move I thought would finally help me reclaim my mother’s legacy from my family’s crumbling empire.
But as I reached for his arm, he flinched. A black Lincoln Navigator screeched to the curb, and his mother, Victoria, stepped out, slamming a restructuring document against his chest. She didn't even look at me as she delivered the killing blow: my sister, Eden, had just seized every cent of my voting rights and family trust.
"Marrying her is a net negative yield," Victoria said coldly. Bradford didn't fight for me; he didn't even blink. He simply pushed my hand away and adjusted his tie as if I were a junk bond he was ready to offload. Seconds later, my sister Eden arrived in a red Ferrari, wearing her own bridal gown, and stepped into my place by his side.
I was standing on the pavement, humiliated in front of a crowd, while the man I loved for three years treated me like a failed transaction. My sister laughed in my face, calling me a "liability" while she stole my wedding and my life. The grief was instant, but the rage that followed was a white-hot rupture in my chest.
I didn't just walk away; I slapped the life out of Bradford and dove into the first black SUV I saw, desperate to escape. I didn't check the plates, and I didn't see the man in the wheelchair sitting in the shadows of the backseat.
I had just "carjacked" Jefferson Montgomery, the most dangerous billionaire in the city. To save him from a parole violation during a sudden police raid, I agreed to a fake marriage that very night. They wanted to treat me like a negative asset? Fine. They have no idea that they just handed a world-class hacker the keys to the Montgomery fortune, and I’m going to liquidate them all.
8.9
"Aria," He called my name so sweetly as my legs wobbled. No, no, no..I can't fall for his charms again.
"Don't touch me!" My voice betrayed me. A moan came out as Lucas drew closer to me.
"What do you think, that I will ever let you go? Never ever..." His breath fanned my face, and one more trick from him, then I'm doomed. I'm here for revenge, but he wants to ruin me.
***
Aria, the girl everyone knows as the one marked under the blood moon. She was chosen by the moon goddess years ago to bear the mark, but little did she know what her destiny was.
She was faced with so much torture from the people because they think that whoever bears that mark would cause nothing but destruction.
Aria became a threat to the kingdom. Enemies wanting to take the one who bears the mark. And the one person she trusts betrays her. Lucas, his quest for more power made him sacrifice Aria to access the throne.
Years later, war started in the kingdom, and Aria, the forbidden Luna, came back with a completely different personality, not that once sweet Aria they all knew but instead a strong and powerful Aria that no one could challenge.
Lucas regretted everything he did to Aria, but Aria no longer wanted love but revenge.
But with their mate bond activated and with nothing but revenge in her heart leading the kingdom to doom, Lucas must choose either to surrender to the mate he once betrayed or lose his world to the wrath of the Luna he forgot.
8.8
She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."