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 5
OLIVIA
The bathroom door exploded inward with a bang that echoed off the tiles. Through my blurred vision, I saw a familiar figure charging through the darkness.
"David?" I whispered, barely conscious.
He didn't hesitate. Grabbing a metal towel rack, he swung it at the first masked woman. The sound of metal hitting bone made me flinch. She screamed and dropped her dagger, blood streaming from her head.
The second woman lunged at him, but David was faster. The towel rack caught her across the shoulder, sending her crashing into the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere with deafening noise.
"Don't move!" David shouted at them, his voice deadly. "Olivia, stay with me."
I tried to respond but darkness was pulling me under. The last thing I heard was David calling 911, his voice urgent and panicked.
"I need an ambulance and police at the Grand Plaza Hotel immediately. Two women just tried to murder someone."
Everything went black...
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I woke up to the sound of beeping machines and the smell of antiseptic. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and my mouth was dry as sandpaper.
"Olivia?" David's voice was soft, worried. "You're awake."
I turned my head slowly. He was sitting beside my hospital bed, his shirt torn and blood on his knuckles. Dark circles shadowed his eyes.
"The women..." I croaked.
"In custody. Both of them." His jaw tightened. "They're not talking, but the police found money transfers from an offshore account."
Before I could ask more questions, the hospital room door burst open. Marcus strode in like he owned the place, Victoria and Natalie trailing behind him. All three wore perfect masks of concern.
"Olivia!" Marcus rushed to my bedside. "My God, what happened to you?"
I stared at him in disbelief. How could he stand there acting innocent when he knew exactly what had happened?
"Where were you?" David stood up, blocking Marcus from getting closer to me. "Your wife was nearly murdered while you were conveniently absent."
"I was handling business," Marcus replied smoothly. "I had no idea anyone would hurt Olivia."
Victoria stepped forward, her face a picture of fake worry. "This is so terrible. Who would want to hurt our sweet Olivia?"
The audacity made my stomach turn. "You know exactly who," I whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Natalie asked, her voice dripping with false concern. "You're confused from whatever those women gave you."
Dr. Martinez entered, clipboard in hand. His expression was grim. "Mrs. Thompson, you were poisoned with a combination of sedatives and hallucinogens. If Mr. Lawrence hadn't found you when he did..."
He didn't need to finish. We all knew what would have happened.
David's hands clenched into fists. "She was drugged at your party, Marcus. Where were you when someone was trying to kill your wife?"
"Now wait just a minute," Marcus stepped closer to David, his friendly mask slipping. "Don't you dare blame me for this."
"Then explain how she got poisoned under your watch," David shot back. "Explain why you left her alone with people who clearly wanted to hurt her."
I watched the two men face off, tension crackling between them. Marcus was bigger, but David looked ready to tear him apart with his bare hands.
"David found you because your phone call went through at the last second," Dr. Martinez said to me quietly. "He heard you scream and traced your location."
Marcus whipped around. "She called you? Why would she call you instead of me?"
"Because he actually cares if I live or die," I said, my voice stronger now. The drugs were wearing off, and anger was replacing the fog.
Victoria made a disgusted sound. "You're being dramatic again, Olivia. Marcus loves you."
"Does he?" I looked directly at Marcus. "Then why were you planning to file for divorce next week? Why are you and Sophia planning your engagement?"
Marcus's face went white. Natalie and Victoria exchanged panicked glances.
"How did you..." Marcus started.
"They told me," I said. "Right before someone tried to kill me."
David moved closer to my bed, reaching for my hand. "Olivia, you don't have to deal with this now."
Marcus grabbed David's wrist before he could touch me. "Don't. She's my wife."
"Some husband you are," David snarled, jerking free. "She almost died tonight."
"Gentlemen, please," Dr. Martinez intervened. "Mrs. Thompson needs rest."
But neither man backed down. They stared at each other like wolves circling territory.
"I want to know who hired those women," David said, his voice deadly quiet. "And I'm going to find out."
Victoria laughed nervously. "You're acting like we had something to do with it. We're victims here too."
"Are you?" David turned his sharp gaze on her. "Because those offshore payments? They'll be traced. Every transaction, every communication."
Natalie grabbed Victoria's arm. "We should go. Olivia needs rest."
"I'm not going anywhere," Marcus declared, settling into the chair on my other side. "My place is with my wife."
The word 'wife' sounded like a threat coming from his mouth. David's jaw twitched, and I could see him struggling not to punch Marcus.
"Your place?" David's voice was ice. "You weren't there when she needed you. You left her with people who wanted her dead."
"That's enough," Marcus stood up, getting in David's face. "I don't know who you think you are, but.."
"I'm someone who actually gives a damn about her safety," David cut him off.
The tension in the room was suffocating. Victoria stood by the door looking bored, while Natalie kept glancing between the two men nervously.
My heart monitor started beeping faster as stress flooded my system. Both men looked at me with concern, but neither backed down.
"Olivia," Marcus said, his voice softening as he reached for my hand again. "Tell him. Tell him you're my wife and I'm not leaving your side."
David moved to block him. "After what happened tonight? You really think..."
The door opened again, and a police detective walked in. "Mrs. Thompson? I need to ask you some questions about tonight's attack."
Everyone froze. Victoria's face went pale. Natalie stepped closer to the door.
The detective looked around the crowded room. "I'll need to speak with each of you separately about your whereabouts tonight."
Marcus and David were still locked in their staring contest, neither willing to back down. The air crackled with unspoken threats.
But it was Victoria's expression that caught my attention. For just a moment, her mask slipped, and I saw something that chilled me to the bone.
Pure, undiluted hatred.
The detective pulled out his notepad. "Let's start with you, Mr. Thompson. Where exactly were you when your wife was attacked?"
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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.
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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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