The Billionaire's Most Painful Regret
I was the wife of the De Luca crime family's Underboss, a beautiful statue whose only purpose was to produce an heir. But after five years, my body had failed.
The day my husband, Alessandro, told me I was barren, he also introduced me to my replacement. He called her a "vessel," a temporary arrangement, but I saw the infatuation in his eyes.
He promised it was just business, but soon he was calling me a "cold statue" behind my back while spending every night with her. The ultimate humiliation came at my birthday party. When a champagne fountain shattered and sliced my arm open, he ignored me bleeding on the floor to shield her instead.
In front of his entire family, the Underboss chose his mistress over his wife.
He left me there, my honor shattered as completely as the glass. I was no longer just a failed wife. I was an obstacle. And in our world, obstacles are removed.
But my arrogant husband didn't know his own father had a contingency plan to protect me. While he was distracted by his mistress's fake pregnancy, he unknowingly signed our divorce papers. My disappearance was no longer an escape; it was the start of my revenge.
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Chapter 4
Seraphina POV:
Alessandro didn't come home for a week.
He sent messages through Mark, his voice a disembodied echo over the phone, alluding to "important Family business." He never once asked about my arm, never acknowledged the public humiliation he had subjected me to. I ceased to exist.
My wound healed, a thin red line on my forearm, but the wound inside me festered.
I sought solace in the one place that had felt like ours: the private art gallery we had curated together. A long, quiet room filled with priceless art that was supposed to symbolize our partnership, our shared taste, our future.
I found them there.
He was laughing, a deep, rumbling sound I hadn't heard in years. Aria was perched on the edge of a marble pedestal, her laughter high and shrill, echoing off the cold walls. She was wearing his shirt.
"My Underboss," she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. The title, coming from her lips, was a profanity.
He saw me standing in the doorway. His smile didn't falter. If anything, it widened into a cruel smirk. He looked directly at me, his hand stroking Aria's hair.
"Being with you is a release, tesoro," he said to her, but his words were meant for me. "No expectations. Just... ease."
A direct insult. A public declaration that I, his wife, was a burden.
I turned to leave, my heart a block of ice. As I did, Aria let out a small shriek. She "accidentally" knocked over a priceless family crest, a ceramic piece that had been in the De Luca family for a century. It shattered on the floor.
Before I could even react, Alessandro's face contorted with rage. He pointed a finger at me, his voice a whip crack in the silent room.
"What did you do?" he snarled, his eyes blazing. "Are you trying to harm her? To harm my child?"
He scooped a suddenly hysterical Aria into his arms, cradling her as if she were made of spun glass, and rushed her out of the gallery, leaving me standing amidst the ruins of his family's history and our own. He cast me as the villain, the jealous wife, the monster.
I followed them to the clinic, a spectator at my own execution.
The doctor, a man on the De Luca payroll, announced that Aria was in shock and needed a blood transfusion. A rare blood type. The same as Alessandro's.
One of his Capos, an older, wiser man, advised against it. "Alex, it's too much. You'll weaken yourself."
Alessandro ignored him. He insisted on giving his blood, far too much of it. I watched as the life drained from his face, his obsession laid bare for all his men to see. He collapsed, his body slumping in the chair.
As he passed out, he murmured one word.
"Aria."
I watched him, my heart calm, my mind a predator's. He was lost. Utterly and completely lost. My survival plan was no longer a choice.
My phone buzzed with an encrypted message from Donato's man. It was one sentence.
Kat Jensen is ready. The jet is waiting. Paris awaits.
The time had come.
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Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
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As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
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9.7
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Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
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I swallowed my pride and begged my wealthy husband, Garrick, to save her life.
Instead of helping, he laughed coldly and threw a thick stack of divorce papers right in my face.
"A hen that can't lay eggs gets slaughtered," he sneered, ruthlessly poking my flat stomach.
He revealed that his secretary, my supposed friend Lacey, was already pregnant with his heir.
To him, our three years of marriage was just a business transaction, and now that my family was bankrupt, I was nothing but damaged goods.
He flicked a humiliating five-thousand-dollar check at me as his final act of charity, then locked me out of our townhouse into the freezing, pouring rain.
I had spent years enduring agonizing hormone treatments for a fertility issue that wasn't even my fault, only to be discarded like trash when I needed him the most.
Was my dignity, my absolute devotion, and my mother's life really worth nothing to him?
Driven by pure, reckless desperation, I threw myself directly into the path of a moving Rolls-Royce Phantom on Fifth Avenue.
It belonged to Holden Tillman, the ruthless patriarch of the Tillman empire—and the uncle Garrick lived in absolute terror of.
I thought I was walking into my death, but instead, I became his fiancée, ready to make Garrick and Lacey pay for every tear I shed.
7.5
I was Jocelyn Cruz, heiress to a billion-dollar empire, and I was supposed to marry my childhood sweetheart, Jake. My father had groomed him to be my king, and our life was a storybook romance.
But just before my 25th birthday gala, I saw him kissing Djuna-the fragile orphan my father took in, the woman I treated like a sister.
Their betrayal ran deeper than I could imagine. They drugged me to cause a riding accident, then gaslit me to make me think I was losing my mind. At a public auction, Jake froze my accounts and bought a family heirloom I cherished, only to gift it to her in front of everyone, leaving me broken and humiliated.
He wanted to shatter me, to turn me into a mindless puppet he could control.
So when he played a secret video of me crying for him at my own birthday party, I didn't break. Instead, I smiled. Because I had my own recordings, and I was about to show everyone the vipers he and his "true love" really were.
8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
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8.5
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