The billionaire husband who tried to kill me
"Sign the divorce papers, Olivia... or I'll make sure you never wake up again."
I thought marriage meant love, loyalty, and forever. But the night I overheard my husband plotting my downfall with my sister-in-law, my world shattered. The man I had sacrificed everything for was only after my family's wealth and worse, he wanted me dead.
Drugged. Betrayed. Left bleeding while he ran to the arms of his ex. That was Marcus Thompson, the man everyone believed was the perfect billionaire husband.
But I won't go down quietly. With enemies in my own family and assassins at my doorstep, I must fight back. And when David, the man who risked his life to save mine, steps in, I begin to see what true love really feels like.
Now, I'm trapped between a husband who would rather bury me than let me go, and a man willing to risk everything to protect me.
In a world built on lies, betrayal, and deadly secrets... who can I trust when even love could be a weapon?
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Chapter 1
Olivia's POV
"Once Olivia drinks that cocktail tonight, she'll be completely out of the picture. The room is booked, and our guy is ready with the camera. As soon as she's knocked out, we'll get everything on video and make sure it goes viral. Your brother's divorce will be a slam dunk after that!"
"Are you absolutely certain this will work, Victoria? We can't afford to mess this up," Natalie whispered.
"Please. When have I ever failed you? This plan is foolproof."
I felt my blood run cold as I stood frozen outside my husband's study, overhearing Victoria's conversation with Natalie, my sister-in-law. Victoria is my dad's adopted daughter, she is slightly older than me and I know she has always hated me right from childhood but not up to the point of killing me.
The hatred in Natalie's voice was unmistakable. Has she always despised me this much? Enough to destroy my life?
I couldn't help myself. I needed to see who else was in that room. Holding my breath, I pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. What I saw shattered my world in an instant. There, standing between the two women with his arms crossed, was my husband, Marcus, his face hard and unreadable.
No... it can't be. Not Marcus. Please, not him.
"What do you think about all this, Marcus?" Natalie asked him. "You've been awfully quiet. Don't tell me you've actually fallen for her? Sophia is coming back from Paris next month. Have you forgotten about her already?"
I held my breath, desperately hoping he would defend me, tell them they were crazy, that he loved me. But his response cut through me like a knife.
"She's just collateral damage," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "I don't care what methods you use. I just need those company shares." He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed. "Just make damn sure none of this can be traced back to any of us."
My legs nearly gave out beneath me. I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle a sob as I stumbled away from the door, nearly knocking over a vase in my haste to escape. I ducked into the guest bathroom and locked the door behind me.
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Four years of marriage. Four years of what I thought was love and partnership, all built on lies. Marcus never loved me. He was still in love with Sophia, the woman he dated in business school.
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, mascara streaking down my cheeks. My whole marriage was just a business transaction to him, a way to get his hands on my family's company.
"Like hell I'm going to let them do this to me," I whispered to my reflection. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and called the one person I knew would help me.
"David? It's Olivia. I need you to draft divorce papers for me. Immediately."
"Whoa, slow down," my lawyer and longtime friend replied. "That's not something you just rush into. What happened?"
"I know exactly what I'm doing," I said firmly. "Can you help me or not?"
He sighed. "Of course I can. But Olivia-"
"I'll call you tomorrow with details," I said, ending the call.
I splashed cold water on my face and repaired my makeup as best I could. Tonight's gala was celebrating Marcus's latest business acquisition, a deal worth hundreds of millions. If he wanted to play games, I could play too.
When I returned to the ballroom, Marcus was charming a group of investors with that million-dollar smile that had once made my heart race. He excused himself the moment he spotted me.
"There you are," he said, sliding an arm around my waist and kissing my forehead. "I've been looking all over for you darling."
I smiled tightly, pulling away from his touch. "Sorry, I just needed a moment."
His eyebrows furrowed with what looked like genuine concern. "Are you feeling alright? You seem off baby."
"Just a slight headache," I lied smoothly. "Nothing to worry about."
"If you're sure..." He didn't look convinced, but didn't push further.
I moved away from him, making my way through the crowd of elegantly dressed guests. I could feel his eyes following me, but I refused to look back.
"Olivia!" Natalie's voice rang out as she approached, carrying two glass of champagne. Her designer dress shimmered under the chandelier lights as she thrust one of the glasses into my hand. "A toast to my brilliant brother's success!"
I looked at the champagne, noticing how intently she was watching me, that artificial smile plastered on her face. Was this the drugged drink they had planned for me?
With a sudden decision, I walked directly back to Marcus, who was now speaking with the mayor.
"Darling," I interrupted, holding up the champagne. "Natalie insists we toast to your success."
I watched his face carefully, searching for any sign of guilt or hesitation. He simply smiled and raised his own glass. "To continued success," he said smoothly, taking a sip of his drink.
The pain that shot through my chest was almost physical. So this was what betrayal felt like. I pretended to bring the glass to my lips, then deliberately loosened my grip, letting it slip through my fingers. The crystal shattered on the marble floor with a satisfying crash.
"Oh my God, Olivia!" Natalie exclaimed loudly, drawing attention to us. "Could you be any clumsier?"
Before I could respond, Marcus was at my side, taking my hands in his and examining them closely. "Are you hurt? Let me see."
His touch was gentle, his eyes concerned as they scanned for injuries. Anyone watching would think I had the most devoted husband in the world. If only they knew the truth.
"I'm fine," I said, pulling my hands away. "Please, go back to your guests. This is your night."
He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "You're always so supportive," he said, kissing my cheek before returning to his conversation.
I watched him walk away, my heart breaking all over again at how easily he could switch between caring husband and calculating betrayer.
Natalie grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
When I tried to pull away, she pushed me hard. I wasn't prepared for it and stumbled backward toward the terrace doors. The decorative glass panel cracked as I fell against it, then gave way completely.
"Olivia!" I heard her scream, though whether from genuine shock or an act, I couldn't tell.
I landed in the rose garden below. The bushes broke my fall somewhat, but pain shot through my ankle, and I could feel warm blood trickling from cuts on my arms and back.
Guests rushed out onto the terrace and down the garden steps. Marcus pushed through the crowd, his face pale with what looked like actual fear.
He knelt beside me, arms outstretched to lift me up, when Natalie's voice cut through the commotion:
"Marcus! It's Sophia...she's been in a car accident!"
His hands froze in mid-air. "What? When? How bad?"
"They just called. It's serious," Natalie said breathlessly.
Without a second's hesitation, Marcus stood up. Our eyes met for one brief moment before he turned and sprinted through the crowd, leaving me bleeding on the ground.
And in that moment, as I watched him disappear, I knew our marriage was truly over....
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"Consider it a dowry."
He bought her father's life, and in exchange, he demanded Emaline as his wife.
8.2
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Garland didn’t even look at me as a human being; he tore my term sheet in half and called me "radioactive" before having security toss me out like trash. I returned to my rotting apartment in Bushwick only to find my roommate’s cousin, a debt collector named Jax, waiting to break my bones.
He pinned me against the wall, his hand heavy on my throat as he sneered about selling me to a club to pay off my father's debts. With my ribs aching and my back against the radiator, I had to leak corporate secrets on Twitter just to summon Garland’s private mercenaries to stop a predator.
The humiliation didn't stop there. At the Met Gala, the elite mocked my dress made of construction tarp, and my father’s creditors began harassing my senile grandmother in her nursing home. I was a cornered animal, and Garland Brennan was the only hunter offering a cage instead of a grave.
I realized then that in this zip code, you are either the predator or the prey, and I was tired of being hunted.
Garland offered me a marriage contract that demanded total submission—no equity, no voting rights, just an employee with a wedding ring. I signed the four-hundred-page document with a steady hand, but not before hiding a legal poison pill in the fine print. He thinks he bought a silent asset, but I just secured a front-row seat to his downfall.
8.2
Alice, a government-trained genius scientist and surgeon, vanished overnight.
She woke a century later to find her once-clingy baby boy now the nation's richest man-a frail centenarian on his deathbed. Her grandkids were older than she was.
She forced the iron gates, removed his brain tumor, and finished in five minutes.
However, the grandkids aimed guns.
"Impostor!"
"Fraud!"
"Arrest her!"
Then the comatose tycoon sat up, slapped his son, and growled, "Who allowed you to be rude to your grandmother, you ungrateful brat?"
The security agency stepped in. "Please cease all disrespectful actions."
The academy announced, "Her return is our greatest blessing."
The top medical school pledged support. "We are all committed to unconditionally supporting Dr. Wright."
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."
7.5
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8.1
The Billionaire crazy wife
( He is rude,she is extremely crazy)
When two hearts melt.......
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"Do you, Miss Daisy white, take Mr. Cassian Blackwood as your lawfully wedded husband till death do you part?" the priest asked, his voice shaking slightly as he glanced between the couple.
Daisy -fiery, barefoot, and absolutely done-glared at the man beside her like he was a cockroach in a Gucci suit. If eyes could kill, Cassian would be a lifeless corpse in Armani.
The priest hesitated to repeat the question, but dasiy beat him to it.
"No, I don't."
Gasps echoed around the grand cathedral. Her father choked on his wine.
"As a matter of fact," she continued, flipping her curls like it was a runway, "I don't even know this overgrown control freak. But clearly, I don't have the right to decide my own life."
She turned to the priest, eyes wide with faux innocence.
"And let's be honest, you're gonna pronounce us married anyway. So skip the drama. My heels hurt, and I need a drink."
With that, she kicked off her designer stilettos and let out a deep, satisfied breath, smiling like a queen at the crowd-completely ignoring the icy daggers Cassian was shooting her way.
"Mr. Cassian Blackwood, do y-"
"Yes."
Cassian's cold voice sliced through the air like a knife. The priest flinched.
"I now... pr-pronounce you husband... and w-wife," he stuttered.
Because honestly? The bride was unhinged. The groom looked like he'd kill someone with a pen.
Meet Daisy White-she's a living goddess, and a sexy one at that. From her height and sexy figure to her long legs and glowing skin, she's perfection in all the right places. Her breasts are stunning, and her round, irresistible butt turns heads wherever she goes. Men simply can't resist her beauty. Her mother passed away when she was young. She lived with her aunt in Australia before moving back to New York.
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Cassian Blackwood is the hottest,most popular and most searched for CEO/Billionaire world wide currently,He's been holding that title for years and still his assets keeps getting higher. Cassian Blackwood-ruthless billionaire, CEO of Blackwood Corp., and the nightmare of every boardroom-was used to getting what he wanted.
But marrying dasiy wasn't just about family pressure-it was business..
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That his new wife would be the living definition of chaos.
Loud. Unfiltered. Wild. Definitely not the obedient little bride he thought he was getting.
Now?
The battlefield isn't in the office.
It's in the penthouse.
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Wanna see how this fire-and-ice marriage explodes?
What happens when feelings sneak into the war zone?
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