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 5
Not a word came from Olivia.
Within the Harvey family, Vernon Harvey stood alone as the one who had ever treated her with real care. Since the day she entered their home as Theo's wife, he had welcomed her as if she were his own granddaughter, and that kind of warmth wasn't something she could ignore.
For a moment, she wavered, then lowered her gaze to her injured hand where blood still seeped through.
Time stretched before she finally spoke in a quiet voice. "Fine."
Once the call ended, Olivia turned around, only to realize Jennifer was already gone from the hall.
A bitter thought crossed her mind. This was the gentle, innocent woman Theo believed in?
That idea didn't sit well with her, and she had no intention of letting Jennifer walk away without consequence.
The following afternoon, Olivia dressed in a cream gown made just for her and made her way to the Harvey family's manor.
As she stepped into the courtyard, her eyes landed on an older man seated by a stone table, dressed in a linen suit while holding a cup of coffee. It was Vernon.
The moment he noticed her, his face brightened. "Olivia! You made it," he said, smiling warmly.
"Happy birthday, Vernon," Olivia said in return.
A hint of discomfort showed as she moved her bandaged hand behind her back, not wanting him to notice.
Without hesitation, Vernon guided her to sit beside him and poured her a cup of coffee with his own hands.
A sip of coffee passed her lips, yet a trace of guilt settled deep in her chest.
Facing Vernon like this didn't sit right with her, since she had already decided to end things with Theo.
Before long, Theo stepped into the courtyard and moved past the gathered guests. The moment he caught sight of Olivia smiling beside Vernon, his expression shifted. Approaching them, he said, "Grandpa, everything's set."
He took the seat next to Olivia and slipped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in. His hand brushed against her shoulder as if it belonged there.
The softness of her skin didn't go unnoticed.
A shadow passed through his eyes as certain memories surfaced, ones that reminded him how well she fit against him.
No one else came close to her that way. That thought alone settled it for him. Letting her go was never an option.
Olivia tensed at his touch, though she didn't move away.
Leaning closer, Theo was about to speak when his gaze fell on the bandage wrapped around her hand. His brows pulled together.
He hadn't seen that before.
From where he sat, Vernon watched them and let out a quiet breath. "It's been three years since your wedding," he said. "When will I finally see a child from the two of you?"
Heat rose to Olivia's face at once. Her eyes flicked toward Theo, only to catch the look he sent her, a quiet signal for her to go along with him.
Looking down, she let her fingers move along the edge of her cup. "Theo and I haven't made a decision yet," she muttered under her breath.
Without missing a beat, Theo picked it up. "That's right. Olivia wants to focus on her work for now. We'll think about it when the time feels right."
"What are you waiting for?" A sharp edge entered Vernon's tone. "Don't try to fool me. This isn't Olivia's choice. It's yours. You're always busy, or you're chasing after Jennifer. When have you ever truly cared for her?"
Theo kept quiet. All he did was nod, taking the reprimand.
Seeing Vernon stand up for her stirred something in Olivia. Her throat tightened, and her eyes began to sting.
Within this family, only this old man had ever made her feel like she had a place here. If things had turned out differently...
"Vernon, don't be upset," she said in a low voice, reaching out to rest her hand over his.
A quiet sigh left him. "I don't like seeing you treated this way. If he ever crosses the line again, come to me. I'll deal with him myself."
Not far away, Jennifer watched the scene unfold, her grip tightening against the sides of her wheelchair.
Theo once told her that Vernon favored Olivia only because of her accordion skills.
For years, she had practiced that same instrument, all for him. Yet Olivia always ended up in the spotlight.
Pushing those thoughts down, she moved forward, her smile already in place. "Vernon," she called out sweetly. "I've been playing the accordion for years. Since it's your birthday, would you let me play something for you?"
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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.