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 7
After he spoke, Theo's eyes lingered on Olivia's face, tracing the shock in her gaze and the sweep of her lashes. His throat moved as he swallowed.
Closing the distance, he pushed her further against the wall, then bent down and captured her lips.
Olivia turned her head at once, trying to avoid him, but his grip held her steady. There was no room to escape.
A spark of resistance flashed in her eyes. Without hesitation, she sank her teeth into his lower lip.
A sharp sound left him as he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Blood streaked across his fingers.
When their eyes met again, there was no anger in his expression. Instead, something lighter flickered there. A quiet laugh slipped out. "Olivia... you've got a vicious streak."
He moved closer again, but something made him pause. A slight crease had formed between her brows, and his attention shifted downward. The bandage on her hand had darkened, fresh blood seeping through from the struggle.
The amusement faded from his face. Without speaking, he reached for her uninjured hand.
She tried to pull away, but his breath brushed near her ear, his tone firm. "You don't want to ruin that hand to the point you can't play the accordion again, do you? I'm taking you to have it treated."
The words made her hesitate. The tension left her raised hand, and the fight drained from her. In the end, she let him guide her without resisting.
Not long after, the birthday gathering came to an end. Guests slowly began to leave.
Outside, rain fell heavily. Sitting in her wheelchair, Jennifer looked uneasy. "Theo... it's raining hard out there."
Her gaze dropped for a moment, landing on her legs.
Theo's voice softened instantly. "Don't head out in this weather. There are enough rooms here. Stay for the night."
Moisture gathered in Jennifer's eyes. "Thank you, Theo."
That brief exchange between them made something twist inside Olivia. The emotion rose fast, pressing against her chest.
So it wasn't a misunderstanding. His attention had always been on Jennifer.
From the side, Vernon caught the shift in Olivia's face. A quiet sigh passed through him before he spoke, his tone firm. "Theo. You and Olivia will stay in the master suite tonight. Neither of you is leaving."
Theo started to speak. "Jennifer—"
Before he could finish, Vernon waved him off and pushed Olivia and him toward the room. "Go get some rest. Jennifer's not helpless. The staff can take care of her."
Theo tried to argue, but one look from Vernon made him stop.
From her spot, Jennifer watched them go, her jaw tightening as her hands curled against her palms.
As soon as they stepped into the bedroom, a maid followed with two glasses of milk.
Keeping her voice low, she said, "Mr. Vernon Harvey asked me to bring these. He said it would help you sleep."
"Tell him thank you," Olivia muttered, taking one glass and sipping from it.
Without a second thought, Theo finished half of his.
Once the maid left, Olivia turned to him, her tone cold. "I'll sleep on the sofa. You can take the bed."
Heading for the sofa, Olivia barely made a step before Theo grabbed her wrist. "Olivia, we need to talk. Things with Jennifer aren't what you're thinking."
Her expression didn't change. "I don't care what it is."
Holding her gaze, he asked quietly, "Do you really want to end this?"
"I do."
The answer had just left her lips when he pulled her into his arms, letting out a breath. "There's nothing going on between me and her. I mean it."
She pushed against him, trying to break free, but his grip only tightened.
"Do you really think I'd believe that?" Her voice shook. "I want a divorce!"
To cut her off, he leaned in and kissed her.
Olivia struggled, trying to push him away, but something caught her attention. His skin looked flushed, and sweat had started to gather along his temples. Heat radiated from him.
Before she could react, he guided her to the bed, pressing close as he buried his face near her neck, drawing in a shaky breath. "Olivia... I've missed you."
His lips moved along her skin, restless and unsteady.
Her thoughts stalled. What was wrong with him? She tried again to push him away—Then she realized it.
The milk.
She barely had time to react before he claimed her lips again, forceful and unrelenting.
"Theo, stop—let me go!" she managed to say, her breath uneven.
Instead of pulling back, he silenced her again, not giving her the chance to continue.
Her resistance seemed to provoke him further. His fingers caught her chin, his voice low and heated. "Was this your doing? Did you plan this? Isn't this what you wanted?"
Warmth rushed to Olivia's face, her thoughts slipping out of order.
A strange heat spread through her, settling deep and hard to ignore.
What made it worse was the truth she couldn't deny—her feelings for him hadn't disappeared.
She met his gaze, seeing the intensity in his eyes, something raw beneath the anger. Her strength began to falter. Slowly, her hands lifted and rested around his neck. The struggle faded. She stopped pushing him away.
Just this once. Only this time.
The air between them grew heavy. Whatever had taken hold of Theo only made it stronger, his breathing turning uneven. One hand stayed low against her, while the other moved without restraint.
Beneath him, Olivia stayed still, her face flushed, her eyes unfocused.
Right when everything reached its peak—a sudden knock broke through the silence.
A dangerous edge took over Theo's face. "Not now," he responded sharply. "Leave us alone."
From outside, a soft voice came through, shaking slightly. "Theo? It's me... My leg really hurts. Could you... help me get some painkillers?"
Everything in Theo went still. His breathing remained uneven, rising and falling hard. The heat from the drug still coursed through him, yet Jennifer's voice cut through it.
He shut his eyes for a moment, then forced himself to pull away from Olivia.
Lying there, Olivia watched him—his body tense, sweat clinging to his skin, yet his attention already shifting toward the door for someone else. Reaching out, she caught his wrist and spoke in a low, strained voice. "Theo... you're leaving? Right now?"
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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.