The Broken Wife's Ultimate Revenge
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I endured three years of a loveless marriage with my billionaire husband, swallowing his constant insults just to afford my mother's life-saving cardiac care.
But everything shattered when Corrin, the woman who framed me with fake scandalous photos in college, returned to New York.
Adelbert immediately moved her into our estate, flaunting her as his VIP guest and taking her to family dinners while treating me like absolute dirt.
When my mother suffered a massive heart attack, I desperately begged Adelbert to use his top-tier medical connections to save her.
He completely ignored my calls, choosing to hold Corrin's hand during her pregnancy ultrasound while my mother flatlined in the ICU.
I later discovered a horrifying truth.
Corrin was the one who anonymously leaked fake financial documents about my family to the press, intentionally triggering my mother's heart failure.
I had sacrificed all my dignity for this marriage, only to be humiliated and watch my mother almost die at the hands of his pregnant mistress.
How could Adelbert be so blindly devoted to a manipulative monster while looking at his own wife with pure disgust?
I taped our torn prenuptial agreement back together, slammed the divorce papers onto his desk, and packed my bags.
"I am throwing away a piece of garbage that has disgusted me for three years."
This time, I was going to make them bleed.
The Broken Wife's Ultimate Revenge Chapter 1
Juliana Dalton sat at the edge of the velvet vanity stool in the master bedroom of her Manhattan penthouse. Her fingers trembled slightly as she fastened the final pearl button of her white silk blouse. The fabric felt like ice against her skin.
Her phone buzzed against the marble countertop. The harsh vibration rattled her makeup brushes.
She glanced at the screen. A text from her best friend, Ashly Cook.
An image loaded.
Juliana's stomach plummeted. The air vanished from her lungs.
The photo was grainy, taken from a distance at JFK's private terminal. But the woman stepping out of the black SUV was unmistakable. Corrin Henderson. She was holding a Birkin bag, her blonde hair catching the morning light.
Corrin was back.
Juliana's fingernails dug into her palms. The sharp pain grounded her.
The heavy oak door of the master bedroom swung open.
Adelbert Landry walked in. He brought the crisp autumn chill of Manhattan with him.
He didn't look at her. He never looked at her.
He walked straight toward the walk-in closet. His fingers tore at the knot of his silk tie.
Juliana inhaled. Her chest tightened.
Underneath the scent of the cold wind, she smelled it. A heavy, expensive niche perfume. Notes of vanilla and dark amber.
It wasn't hers. It was the exact scent Corrin used to wear.
Juliana stood up. Her knees felt weak.
"Where were you last night?"
Her voice shook. She hated how weak it sounded.
Adelbert stopped. He dropped the tie onto a leather chair. He turned around slowly.
His dark eyes locked onto hers. They were empty. Cold. He looked at her like she was a piece of trash on his expensive rug.
"Do you really think you have the right to question my schedule?"
He let out a harsh, humorless laugh.
Juliana bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper.
"Corrin is back in New York."
Adelbert's jaw clenched. The muscle ticked under his skin.
He closed the distance between them in three long strides. He backed her up until her spine hit the edge of the marble vanity.
He slammed both hands onto the counter, trapping her in his shadow. The scent of vanilla and amber suffocated her.
"Don't you ever say her name."
His voice was a low, dangerous whisper.
"You don't get to speak about her. Not after what you did. Not with your history."
Juliana's face drained of color. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"Adelbert, those photos from college were fake. I told you. I never signed a Sugar Baby Arrangement. Corrin set me up-"
His hand shot out. His fingers gripped her chin, squeezing hard. He forced her to look up at him.
"Stop lying."
His breath fanned over her face.
"I know exactly what you are, Juliana. You sold your body to climb into my world. You have no bottom line. You are dirty."
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Her throat burned.
"If you ever try to touch Corrin, or if you don't play your part as the perfect, quiet wife," Adelbert warned, his grip tightening, "I will ruin you. I will make sure you are nothing in this city."
He let go of her chin. He stepped back.
He pulled a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers. Like touching her had contaminated him.
He tossed the handkerchief into the trash can. He turned and walked out of the bedroom.
The door slammed shut. The sound echoed in the massive room.
Juliana's legs gave out. She collapsed onto the vanity stool.
She stared at her pale reflection in the mirror. She forced herself to take a deep breath. Her lungs burned.
She grabbed her concealer. She covered the red marks on his fingers left on her chin. She had to go to work.
The fluorescent lights in the top-floor boardroom of Landry Corporation blinded her.
Juliana stood at the head of the long mahogany table. The projector screen behind her displayed the quarterly financial reports.
Her head was spinning. The scent of Adelbert's clothes-the vanilla and amber-was stuck in her nose. His words echoed in her skull.
You are dirty.
Her vision blurred. The numbers on the screen turned into black, crawling ants.
"As you can see from the Q3 margins..."
Her voice cracked. Her hand shook violently.
The laser pointer slipped from her sweaty fingers. It hit the carpet with a dull thud.
The executives around the table stopped typing. They exchanged confused whispers.
Juliana tried to grab the edge of the table. Her fingers missed.
A wave of dark nausea hit her stomach. The room tilted sideways.
Her eyes rolled back. She fell forward into the empty air.
Right before her face hit the floor, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. They caught her mid-fall.
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The Broken Wife's Ultimate Revenge of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
8.0
BLURB
She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
