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 4
Olivia's POV
The moment David's car disappeared from view, Marcus yanked me out of where he'd shoved me. My ankle throbbed as I stumbled forward, nearly falling.
"Did you really think you could leave with him?" Marcus growled, his fingers digging into my arm.
Tears welled in my eyes but I blinked them back. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Natalie rushed over, her fake smile plastered on her face. "Why so serious, Olivia? We were just playing with you! It was just a bit of fun."
"Fun?" My voice trembled. "You pushed me off a balcony and maybe tried to drug me!"
Victoria appeared next to Natalie, arms crossed. "You shouldn't take everything so personally. God, you've always been such a drama queen."
They forced me back into the hotel, Natalie gripping one arm, Marcus the other. People stared as we passed through the lobby, but no one stepped in. To them, we probably looked like friends helping a drunk woman.
Once we reached a private lounge area, Marcus checked his watch. "I need to take care of something. Don't let her leave." He glanced at Victoria and Natalie before walking away.
The moment he disappeared, their fake smiles vanished.
"You think you're so special, don't you?" Victoria sneered, leaning in close. "Marcus never loved you. You were just convenient."
The words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. "You don't know anything about our marriage."
Natalie laughed, the sound like broken glass. "We know everything. Marcus tells Sophia everything. How you bore him. How he married you for your family connections."
"That's not true." But my voice lacked conviction even to my own ears.
"Poor little Olivia," Victoria taunted. "Always thinking you belong when you never did. Not in our family, not with Marcus."
My chest tightened. "You're my sister."
"Adopted sister," Victoria corrected, her eyes cold. "And the biggest mistake my parents ever made."
Each word was like a knife in my heart. All those years I'd tried to make her like me, to feel like part of the family, everything wasted.
"Marcus is filing for divorce next week," Natalie added, examining her manicured nails. "He and Sophia are planning to announce their engagement as soon as it's finalized."
I felt dizzy, the room spinning slightly. Was it the emotional bombardment or something else?
Victoria suddenly looked thirsty. "I need a drink," she announced, looking around.
She waved over a waiter, and I felt a flicker of hope. If they hadn't ordered the drinks, maybe I could safely drink something without worrying about being drugged again.
"I'll have a sealed bottle of water," Victoria told the waiter.
While she was distracted, Natalie leaned closer to me. "You know what's the saddest part? Marcus was starting to actually care for you before Sophia came back. Bad timing, I guess."
The waiter returned with a sealed bottle. Victoria twisted it open, the seal breaking with a crack that seemed too loud in the quiet lounge.
I couldn't stop staring at the bottle as Victoria took a sip. My throat felt painfully dry.
"Would you like some?" Victoria offered, her voice suddenly sweet. Too sweet.
I hesitated but my thirst won out. "Yes, please."
Natalie and Victoria exchanged glances as I took the bottle.
"To failed marriages," Victoria toasted as I drank deeply.
The water tasted normal, but within minutes, a strange warmth spread through my limbs. The room began to tilt.
"What did you..." My words slurred. "Did you drug the bottle before the waiter brought it?"
Victoria's smile widened. "So smart, yet so stupid."
"We've been planning this for months," Natalie said, her voice sounding distant now. "Ever since Sophia came back."
I tried to stand but my legs wouldn't cooperate. "Why?"
"Because you have everything we want," Victoria hissed. "The company shares, Marcus's name, our parents' love."
The room spun faster. I needed to get away.
"I... need to use the bathroom," I mumbled, forcing myself to my feet.
They exchanged looks before Natalie nodded. "Don't be long. The fun's just starting."
I staggered to the bathroom, clinging to walls for support. Inside, I splashed cold water on my face, but it didn't help. My reflection showed two of me, both terrified.
"I need to call David," I whispered, fumbling for my phone.
Suddenly, the lights in the bathroom went out. Complete darkness covered me.
"Hello?" My voice echoed against the bathroom tiles. "Is anyone there?"
Panic surged through me. I fumbled for my phone, turning on the flashlight with trembling fingers.
The light caught movement. Two figure in black masks stood by the door, blocking my exit. The light glinted off something metallic in their hands, very sharp daggers.
"Please," I begged, backing up until I hit the wall. "Whatever they're paying you, I'll double it."
They didn't speak. One stepped forward, the blade catching the light from my phone.
"I have money," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "I have a company. Please don't do this."
My limbs felt like lead, the drug making it impossible to fight back or run. The masked figure pushed me, and I collapsed to the floor.
"Please," I sobbed. "I don't want to die."
The tallest among them crouched beside me, knife raised. "Say your last prayer," she whispered.
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. Images flashed through my mind, my parents, David's concerned face, even Marcus before everything went wrong.
The dagger descended toward my neck. The bathroom door burst open with a deafening crash....
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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.......
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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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