The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge

I had spent two years playing the perfect Stepford Wife to billionaire Brittain Kane, acting as the obedient accessory while he built his empire. I played the fool until I found his second phone, the one filled with messages and photos of a nineteen-year-old hostess. Determined to balance the scales, I checked into the Pierre Hotel and spent twenty-five thousand dollars to hire a high-end male escort. I wanted one night of rebellion to wash away the two years of humiliation and finally even the score. But when the heavy footsteps stopped outside my door, the man who walked in wasn’t the professional I had booked. It was Harrison Juarez—my husband’s most ruthless business rival and supposed "best friend." He stood there in a suit that cost more than my car, holding a screenshot of my scandalous booking on his phone. My blood turned to ice as I realized my carefully constructed exit plan was over. He had the proof, the leverage, and the power to leave me with nothing in a divorce. He mocked my "cheap courage" and told me that sleeping with a hired hand wouldn't hurt a man like Brittain; he’d just pay the guy off and buy me a new car to shut me up. The fear inside me snapped, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. I looked at the man who held my life in his hands and realized he wasn't there to expose me. He was there because he was petty, effective, and wanted to destroy Brittain just as much as I did. "If you really want to make Brittain Kane lose his mind," Harrison whispered, his voice rough against my ear, "you don't need a gigolo. You need me." I didn't hesitate. I reached into my bag, pulled out my husband’s black Centurion card, and tossed it at my husband's greatest enemy. I told him to book the most expensive penthouse in the city, because if I was going to ruin my marriage, I was going to do it on Brittain’s dime with the one man he feared most.

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The townhouse on the Upper East Side was silent as a tomb. Angelina entered, carrying the dry cleaning bags like a penitent carrying a cross.

Brittain was in the living room, nursing a scotch. He didn't look up.

"You're late," he said.

"Traffic was awful," Angelina lied smoothly. She walked over and kissed his cheek. He smelled of alcohol and another woman's perfume-something floral, cheap.

"Is Harrison coming tonight?" she asked, keeping her voice light.

Brittain scowled. "That prick? No. But I need to call him about the board vote."

He pulled out his phone and dialed. He put it on speaker, tossing it onto the coffee table. A power move. He wanted an audience.

Harrison answered on the second ring. "Kane. If you're calling to beg, save your breath."

Angelina's heart skipped a beat. His voice sounded different through the phone-colder, metallic.

"I have the votes, Harrison," Brittain blustered. "Just concede."

"You have nothing," Harrison said. "By the way, enjoy the gala. I assume you're bringing the trophy wife?"

Brittain glanced at Angelina. She lowered her eyes, playing the part.

"Leave Angelina out of this," Brittain said, puffing out his chest.

"Why?" Harrison's voice dripped with mockery. "Is she there? Listening? Like a good little dog?"

Angelina's hands clenched into fists at her sides. She forced the reaction, the slight tremor in her shoulders, the quick intake of breath. Inside, she was cold stone. Harrison was playing his part perfectly, reinforcing the very image she needed Brittain to believe in.

"Woof," Harrison said softly.

Brittain frowned. "What did you say? You're drunk, Juarez." He hung up the phone angrily. "He's jealous," Brittain muttered to Angelina. "He's alone and miserable."

Angelina nodded, turning away to hide her face. "I'll go get ready."

She walked up the stairs, her legs steady. Once inside the walk-in closet, she checked her phone.

A text from Harrison.

Woof.

Angelina stared at the screen. A laugh, half-hysterical, escaped her lips. She typed back a single emoji: The middle finger.

A second text came through almost instantly.

He has to think I despise you. It's the only way you're safe.

She looked at the red dress Brittain had laid out for her. It was backless, revealing. A display piece. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into it. Tonight, she wasn't dressing for Brittain.

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After three years of marriage, Chloe’s world shatters when her husband, Eric, attempts to end her life to clear a path for his mistress. Miraculously surviving the betrayal, Chloe discards her submissive persona to reclaim her true identity as a powerful heiress. As she launches a calculated quest for revenge, the man who once sought her demise finds himself inexplicably drawn to the formidable woman she has finally become.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

Mate Beyond Scent

9.6

In a world where mates are found by scent, he should have known but he didn't. The richest supernatural billionaire in the city. The most feared Alpha of the most powerful pack. Untouchable. And cursed, or so he believes is unable to smell his true mate. Yet something keeps pulling him toward her. No scent. No bond. Only a relentless, inexplicable obsession. She knows the truth. She knows he is her mate. But revealing herself would put them both in danger, and risk exposing secrets she has fought to keep buried. Now, every glance, every accidental touch, every near encounter drags them closer to a connection neither of them can deny. In a city of shadows, power, and hidden wolves, can love survive when the bond cannot be smelled, yet cannot be ignored?

Billionaire Romance Werewolf

8.6

Take My Fiancé, I Take The Empire

8.6

Eleanor Sinclair always knew her stepmother and stepsister were leeches, but she never expected their betrayal to reach into her private study. In the dead of night, she caught the family's trusted nanny of twelve years photographing confidential trust documents. The mastermind paying her off was Lillian, Eleanor's stepmother, who had been secretly embezzling estate funds and bribing tutors to deliberately ruin the academic future of Eleanor's younger brother, the only legitimate heir. Emboldened by their deceit, the parasites grew arrogant. Her stepsister, Isabelle, deliberately flaunted her secret affair with Eleanor’s billionaire fiancé, sobbing fake tears while waiting for Eleanor to suffer a humiliating nervous breakdown. When the tension finally peaked, Lillian played the victim so perfectly that Eleanor's own father, a powerful U.S. Senator, stormed into the room with a raised hand, ready to strike his own daughter. "You will apologize to your stepsister immediately! I will not have this family harmony destroyed by your petty jealousy!" They actually expected her to be a weeping, heartbroken girl. They thought cheap hotel affairs and stolen pennies could outsmart the true Sinclair bloodline. Did they really believe a few fake tears and a weak-willed father could strip her of her empire? Eleanor didn't feel anger; she felt the cold, detached fascination of a biologist observing doomed insects. She calmly pulled out the forensic audits, locked down the estate's exits, and prepared her stepmother's psychiatric commitment papers. The merciless purge of her family had officially begun.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

The Billionaire Who Forgot Our Twins

7.8

Clara Bennett built her life around two promises-protect her twins and never depend on anyone. For five years, she has raised Liam and Isla alone, keeping the truth about their father buried in the past... a past that began with a single night she barely remembers. But everything changes when billionaire CEO Ethan Caldwell suddenly walks back into her life. Cold, powerful, and dangerously perceptive, Ethan offers Clara an arrangement she cannot refuse-one that forces them to live under the same roof. What Ethan doesn't know is that the twins who instantly capture his attention might be more connected to him than he realizes. As sparks ignite and tensions rise, secrets begin to surface. A ruthless corporate enemy is watching. And the truth about that forgotten night is closer to being exposed. When the truth finally comes out, Ethan will have to face the one thing he never expected... The family he never knew he had. And Clara must decide whether she can trust the man who once walked out of her life without even remembering.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

7.8

The Billionaire's Revenge Contract

7.8

Harper’s world collapses when Vanessa steals her fiancé and ousts her from their shared firm. Seeking retribution, she accepts a cold-blooded proposal from Silas Vance, Vanessa’s formidable billionaire brother. Silas needs a wife to protect his corporate interests and disinherit his sister. While Harper views their marriage as a tactical alliance for revenge, Silas has secretly observed her for years, intending for their legal arrangement to become a permanent reality.

Billionaire Romance

9.2

The Ex's Billionaire Boss

9.2

After a painful betrayal and a messy divorce, Elena is determined to rebuild her life from scratch. She secures a high-stakes position at a prestigious firm, only to discover her new employer is Marcus Thorne—the cold, billionaire rival of her ex-husband. As they work closely together, professional boundaries blur into an intense attraction. Elena must navigate a world of corporate intrigue and old wounds to find a second chance at true love.

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