She's The Phantom Goddess The World Is Obsessed With!
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Kristina gave Matthew three years of her life after marrying him, staying by his side through every bitter day of his paralysis, every treatment, and every long silent night.
She loved him completely, certain one day he would love her back. But when Matthew recovered, the woman in his heart returned, and Kristina became disposable.
The world sneered that an orphan like her had only married for money. Then the truth came out: she was the doctor he had searched for, a famous designer, a phantom racer, and the woman behind an empire.
By the time Matthew regretted losing her and begging for a second chance, his uncle was already at her side.
"Sorry. She's my wife now."
She's The Phantom Goddess The World Is Obsessed With! Chapter 1
The door to a private room at the Apex Club was slightly ajar. Loud, unruly laughter poured into the corridor.
"Matthew, you really struck gold with your marriage. Kristina treats you like royalty. Rain's coming down in sheets, yet with one message saying your stomach was acting up, she hurried over with medicine. Does she honestly believe you can't manage without her?"
The people speaking were Matthew Cooper's closest circle of friends, all assembled in the room.
"Everyone in Ouverpus knows Kristina is crazy about Matthew," another person remarked. "That car crash three years ago had left him without feeling in his legs, and she's been taking care of him devotedly all these years."
A different voice spoke with open scorn. "If that accident never happened, his grandmother would never have forced the marriage. Kristina was an orphan. What right did someone like her have to marry into the Cooper family?"
While the laughter and ridicule echoed without restraint, Matthew's voice finally cut through the room, calm and unhurried. "That's enough. Zoe just returned. No one mentions Kristina again."
The words were not spoken to defend his wife, Kristina Green. He simply didn't want Zoe Martin, the woman he truly cared for, to hear those remarks and feel uncomfortable.
Kristina tightened her grip around the bag of medicine. A sharp ache twisted through her chest, so fierce that even her fingertips began to tremble.
Rain trickled steadily from the black umbrella, dampening her dress as a biting cold crept through her body.
She lowered her gaze to the shoes on her feet, soaked through from the rain, and a faint, bitter smile slowly formed on her lips.
So the message that had filled her with panic and worry had only been part of their drinking game. How utterly absurd.
Zoe, seated next to Matthew, lifted her eyes and saw Kristina. Through the shifting glow of light and shadow, a self-satisfied smile appeared on her red lips.
She lightly nudged Matthew's arm with playful familiarity. "Matthew, that's enough. It's raining hard outside. Don't make things difficult for Kristina."
Matthew turned his head toward her. His tailored black suit fit flawlessly, the clean lines emphasizing his wide shoulders and giving him a calm, composed air.
Though his face remained partly obscured, the faint curve along his jaw suggested quiet amusement.
"Alright. I'll tell her to go home."
He pulled out his phone and typed a message. Moments later, Kristina's phone rang.
The music inside the room had just stopped.
With the sudden quiet settling over everything, the notification sound echoed sharply through the space.
Every head turned toward the doorway.
Kristina had already pushed the door open, her clothes damp as she walked toward Matthew.
Those who had been mocking her without restraint only moments earlier now showed faint embarrassment, though their voices still carried a hint of mockery.
"Wow, Kristina, you arrived pretty quickly."
Matthew's expression darkened, his refined brows knitting together. Before he could speak, several boxes of medicine suddenly flew toward him, hitting him squarely.
Kristina's expression had turned cold, completely devoid of the gentleness and obedience she once displayed. "So this is the stomach pain you mentioned? No wonder you didn't even bother coming home for dinner on our third wedding anniversary. Turns out your sweetheart has returned. You should've told me earlier so I wouldn't have wasted time preparing all that food. Since today means so much to you, I'll give you exactly what you want. Let's end this marriage. I'll set you free."
After finishing her words, she shot him a cold glance. The next second, she turned around and walked away.
The private room fell into absolute silence.
Everyone stared at one another, trading confused and shocked looks, unable to believe what they had just heard.
Kristina, the woman who adored Matthew more than anyone else, wanted a divorce? How could that be?
Matthew sat there with grains of the spilled stomach medicine still clinging to his forehead, making the usually composed man look strangely ridiculous.
...
Outside the club, the taxi driver remained waiting near the entrance.
Kristina climbed into the car. Watching the flashing lights and blurred figures drifting past the window, she fought back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
After arriving home, she pulled a suitcase from the corner and began packing. At the same time, she dialed her friend, Mabel Davies.
"Kristina? What's going on?" Mabel asked.
"Come to Bayview Estates and get me. Zoe has come back, and I'm divorcing Matthew."
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She's The Phantom Goddess The World Is Obsessed With! of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
9.5
The disgraced daughter of the Patton family is back from the countryside.At the news, everyone spurned her with contempt!
A good-for-nothing young lady, a crude village wench, a vicious devil...
Until one day--The world-famous life-saving medical sovereign is her.The enigmatic top forensic specialist is her.The grandmaster hacker hunted across the globe is also her.
One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness.
In an instant, Evie was cornered by the mysterious powerhouse.Hartwell's voice lured and mesmerized:"Darling, you have countless secret identities. Would you mind taking on one more, being my wife!"
9.3
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen.
And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
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