Stop Begging! I'm Now A Star Beyond Your Reach
Three years of marriage were all Olivia needed to learn that love alone could not hold Theo.
She gave him everything, only to find another woman's photo in his phone after a night of passion.
When she confronted him, he coldly told her Jennifer was disabled and could never compete with her. That answer ended the marriage.
After the divorce, Olivia rose like a storm-becoming a dazzling musician, the world's leading accordionist, and a woman whose talents amazed everyone.
Too late, Theo saw her worth and begged with reddened eyes, "Babe, please come back to me, will you?"
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Chapter 2
Shock overtook Theo as he stared at Olivia, disbelief clear in his eyes. "Olivia, you're talking about divorce... just because of this? And after that, how do you plan to live? With that accordion of yours? What you earn in a lifetime wouldn't even match what my company pays in taxes in a single day."
The way he brushed her off carried no warmth, as if her feelings didn't matter at all.
Silence fell over Olivia as she looked at him, her expression empty. The man in front of her felt unfamiliar.
Since their school days, she had cared for Theo. Back then, he carried an easy confidence, and there was a time when he stepped in and drove away the girls who bullied her.
From that day forward, she had given him her heart.
Now, nothing remained in that space but emptiness. Lifting her chin, she spoke with quiet resolve. "Theo, you don't get to decide that I should give up my career just to satisfy the person who saved you. If you keep forcing this on me, I'll walk away from this marriage."
That was enough to break what little patience Theo had left.
Without another word, he changed into a fitted black suit that made him look even more distant.
Before leaving, he cast her one last look, then walked out and said, "Think it through, Olivia. Are you really ready to give up being Mrs. Harvey?"
Left behind, Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, unmoving as she swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat.
Mrs. Harvey? A faint, bitter smile appeared.
Was that all she meant to him? Just a name tied to his?
...
By the next morning, every detail in the divorce papers had been reviewed and finalized. After printing them out, Olivia went straight to Theo's office.
Rising above the city skyline, the Harvey Group's headquarters dominated the downtown area, a towering structure of glass and steel that reflected its power.
Without anyone stopping her, she made her way to the top floor. The door to the CEO's office was slightly open. Just as she reached for it, a voice came from inside.
There was no mistaking it. It belonged to Xander Watson, Theo's closest friend, carrying that same careless edge.
From where she stood, Olivia could imagine the scene inside. Theo would be sitting back on the sofa, cigarette in hand, that familiar look of indifference on his face.
Moments later, his voice followed, sharp and clear. "I'll give her one more chance. If she doesn't do what I say... I'll just find someone else."
The papers in Olivia's hand wrinkled as her grip tightened. The edges pressed into her skin, but she barely felt it compared to the pain rising in her chest.
Before she could stop it, tears slipped down and fell onto the pages.
She wiped them away, drew in a steady breath, and pushed the door open.
Their laughter stopped at once. Both men turned toward her. Theo's expression shifted, though only slightly.
His eyes moved to the documents she held, and something in him tensed.
She... wasn't really here to end things, was she?
A slight crease formed between his brows. "What do you need? Didn't I make it clear not to disturb me while I'm working?"
Keeping her expression steady, Olivia walked forward and extended the documents toward him. Her tone stayed even, yet firm. "I already told you last night. We're ending this marriage. I've signed everything."
A cold glint flashed through Theo's eyes as his gaze dropped to the papers on the desk.
It didn't take long for him to spot the reason written there—irreconcilable differences caused by the husband belittling the wife's career. A sharp, mocking laugh slipped out. Without hesitation, he grabbed the documents and ripped them apart, scattering the torn pieces into the air.
Fragments of paper drifted down. Some settled lightly against Olivia's shoulders.
Rising from the sofa, Theo crossed the distance in a few steps. His hand shot out and caught her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Close enough to see herself reflected in his dark gaze, Olivia felt a chill run through her.
A sneer formed on his lips. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You're not leaving me unless I allow it." Letting go, he turned and headed for the door. Just before stepping out, he spoke again without turning back. "If that's all, go home. I have a meeting."
He left without waiting for a reply. The office door shut behind him, leaving Olivia standing there with Xander, the silence turning awkward.
Drained in both body and mind, Olivia eventually got into the car and headed back.
What exactly was Theo thinking? He clearly leaned toward Jennifer, so why refuse to let her go?
To him, was she nothing more than a title? Something he owned? Or just a piece in whatever arrangement he had with Jennifer?
As soon as she stepped through the front door of her home, a scent hit her—sweet, heavy, and unfamiliar.
A frown touched her face as she was about to call for the housekeeper. But before she could speak, a figure in a wheelchair came into view.
Recognition followed a blink. It was Jennifer.
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7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
7.2
Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace.
Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow.
Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss.
Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.
9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
9.7
Blurb: She signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession.
Veronica Stanford was the perfect wife-devoted, patient, and hopelessly in love. But when her billionaire husband, Jason Harper, trades her in for her treacherous best friend, Rhea, Veronica's world shatters. Broken and betrayed, she drowns her sorrows in a bar, only to be saved by a dangerously alluring stranger with emerald-green eyes and a lethal reputation: Monte "Four" Zagcanni, the ruthless heir to a mafia empire.
Four is everything Jason isn't-dark, dangerous, and devastatingly protective. When Veronica discovers she's pregnant with Jason's child, she strikes a deal with Four: a fake marriage to shield her from scandal. But what starts as a cold arrangement ignites into a passion neither can resist.
Jason, realizing his mistake too late, wants Veronica back-along with the son he never knew existed. But Four isn't a man who surrenders what's his. And Veronica? She's done being the meek wife.
Betrayal runs deep. Revenge burns hotter.
As secrets unravel-her father's bloody past, Rhea's twisted obsession, and Jason's deadly lies-Veronica must decide: trust the man who destroyed her once, or surrender to the devil who might destroy her forever.
One wants her back. The other wants her forever.
8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.
9.5
For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family.
But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline.
Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends.
"Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash."
She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain.
Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse.
When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street.
At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off.
She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily?
But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed.
"Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone."
Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.