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?
Chapters
Share
Chapter 2
Olivia's POV
"Damn!" I cursed as I tried to get up, but my ankle wouldn't let me.
Murmurs erupted in the crowd as everyone pointed fingers at me and openly mocked me.
"I always knew there's no love in their marriage."
"True, I heard she seduced Marcus and forced him to marry her."
"She is just a desperate bitch!"
Those were some of the words people were saying about me. I ignored them, as my main focus was to get myself to the hospital. Defending myself to them wouldn't change the fact that Macus doesn't love me.
I retrieved my phone from my purse and called Jane, my best friend, to come take me to the hospital.
> > > > > > >
Jane and I arrived at the hospital late. It was already 9:20 p.m. The ER was quiet because there's usually no rush at this time.
"Look, Oliv, isn't that your husband?" Jane asked, pointing at Macus, who was holding onto another woman-Sophia.
I sighed. "Let's go get my legs treated," I said.
We left there to go see a doctor.
My leg and minor wounds were treated. The doctor said my ankle was badly injured, so he made me wear a cast.
"You should be more careful, especially when you are working," the doctor advised.
"Thank you, doctor," I said and left his office.
Just when we were out of the office, we bumped into Marcus and Sophia.
Macus looked surprised to see me.
"What are you doing here, Oliv?" he asked, subconsciously standing in front of Sophia, shielding her from me as if I'd attack her.
I was hurt by that action but quickly waved off that emotion.
"Did you forget that your sister pushed me off the balcony?" I asked him.
Marcus looked down at my leg. Remorse flashed in his eyes when he saw the cast, but Sophia's words made the remorse vanish in a second.
"Come on, that was just an accident. It's not a big deal," she said.
"Not a big deal? How about I take you to a balcony and make you fall from there?" I fired back, anger brewing inside me.
"You..."
I ignored her and faced Jane. "Let's go. I don't have time for dramas."
Jane nodded. We turned around and approached the exit door.
"Did you see that? She disrespected me," I heard Sophia whining to Marcus.
"Hold on!" he called. "Apologize to her," he said to me.
I looked around, pretending like I was looking for something. "Who should I apologize to?"
"Sophia," he replied. "She was involved in a fatal accident on her way from the airport. She hasn't recovered yet. Don't spoil her mood because it'll affect her recovery."
My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what he just said, but there was absolutely no sense in it.
Besides, Sophia doesn't look like she was in a fatal accident. Truly, love is blind!
"Apologize now," Marcus said.
Sophia was staring with a victorious smirk. I simply scoffed.
"No." I turned away from them. Jane and I left the hospital without giving them a second glance.
> > > > > > >
>The Next Morning<
I woke up to my phone beeping. I looked at the other side of the bed and rolled my eyes when I realized Marcus didn't come home last night.
My phone wouldn't stop beeping, so I reached for it. A message from Sophia popped up, and it read: How did it feel seeing the man you love abandon you for another woman? Did you like my surprise?
Attached to the message was a photo of Sophia and Marcus in bed. Marcus was sleeping with his head resting on Sophia's chest.
Before I could get the time to feel hurt, the door pushed open and Marcus came in.
"Hey, baby, you're awake!" he said, rushing to me with a smile.
He sat by my side on the bed and started caressing my face. I smiled when I saw Sophia's red lipstick on his cheek, but he thought I was smiling at him.
"I'm sorry about last night," he said, his voice calm and apologetic. "I was just confused by everything that's been happening. Sophia came back suddenly, and she was involved in an accident. I was just going crazy."
Crazy for the love of his life. Unfortunately, that's not me.
"I realized that my actions humiliated you last night. I heard some rumors about you, and I'd like to clear them up. So, I'm hosting another party tonight, and I've sent the invitations out. Get ready and attend it. I'll make sure I debunk all the rumors," he said.
I could only smile as I listened to him speak. He had no idea I came back to the hospital to retrieve my phone last night and overheard him and Natalie talking. They want to use this opportunity to humiliate me more.
"Wear something nice. I want you to show everyone that you're the queen of my empire!" he winked at me.
"Really? You'll debunk the rumors?" I asked.
"Yes. I can't sit back and let people talk trash about you," he answered with a serious expression, as if he were offended thinking about the rumors.
"Okay. I'll come. Just send me the address."
"Great." He planted a kiss on my forehead before exiting the room.
What a pretentious imp....
You may also like
9.7
Emaline Finley was drowning in massive debt to keep her dying father alive, even enduring a humiliating blind date with an arrogant man just to find a financial lifeline.
But the fatal blow came from her former best friend, Kitty. Kitty, who was already engaged to Emaline's ex-boyfriend, deliberately told Emaline's father that his expensive treatments were bleeding his daughter dry.
Out of extreme guilt, her father threw away his life-saving medication and checked himself out of the hospital to die at home. When Emaline found him, he was coughing up pools of bright red blood, his lungs rapidly collapsing. As the paramedics rushed him away, Kitty called to gloat, mocking Emaline's poverty and telling her to go watch her father die.
Emaline was completely shattered, suffocating under the sheer injustice of it all. She had been betrayed, stripped of her dignity, and was now forced to watch her only parent slip away because of a cruel, spiteful lie.
Just as her world went dark, a wildly wealthy stranger stepped in. Cullen Preston, the mysterious man who had witnessed her humiliating date, paid the astronomical medical bills and brought in the city's top surgeon to pull her father back from death. But his salvation wasn't charity.
"Consider it a dowry."
He bought her father's life, and in exchange, he demanded Emaline as his wife.
8.2
My father was the King of Wall Street until he was branded a fraud, turning the Maxwell name into a lead weight dragging me to the bottom of the Hudson. I walked into the Brennan Media Tower with blood-red lipstick and a desperate proposal, offering myself as a "paper wife" to Garland Brennan, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan.
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
On her eighteenth birthday, Aria Hale finally feels her wolf stir... just in time to attend the mating ceremony where the Moon Goddess will reveal her destined mate. She has spent her whole life as the pack's weakest link – her wolf sealed, her power mocked, her future uncertain. But one touch will change everything. When her eyes meet those of Liam Blackwood, the cruel, golden future Alpha of Nightfall Pack, the bond snaps into place. He is her fated mate. Her miracle. Her salvation. And he rejects her on the spot. Humiliated, heartbroken, and banished, Aria thinks her story ends there... until a black car stops on the edge of the territory and the man inside offers her a choice. Damien Blackwood. Liam's older brother. Cold. Untouchable. A billionaire who left the pack years ago-and the only wolf Liam has ever feared. "Come with me," Damien says. "I'll give you a home, protection... and a chance to become strong enough that they will all kneel. "Under his roof, Aria's "weak" wolf begins to awaken. Dark secrets unravel. And the truth emerges: she is not just any wolf. She is a hidden Omega Queen. When danger threatens the pack that rejected her, Liam comes crawling back, begging for a second chance. But Aria is no longer the powerless girl he threw away. She must choose: the mate who broke her, or the brother who rebuilt her-and the throne the Moon Goddess always meant for her to claim.
8.1
The Billionaire crazy wife
( He is rude,she is extremely crazy)
When two hearts melt.......
Blurb
"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.
---
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..
✯✯✯
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.
✿✿✿✿
Wanna see how this fire-and-ice marriage explodes?
What happens when feelings sneak into the war zone?
✿✿✿✿