The Broken Wife's Ultimate Revenge
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.
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Chapter 2
Juliana gasped. Her lungs dragged in a sharp breath of air.
She opened her eyes. The harsh boardroom lights stabbed at her retinas.
She was leaning against a solid chest. A dark suit jacket draped over her shoulders. It smelled of clean cedarwood and mint.
She tilted her head up. Kian Vance, her boss, was looking down at her. His blue eyes were wide with worry.
"Juliana. Do you need me to call an ambulance?"
His voice was low, meant only for her ears.
Juliana's stomach twisted. She shoved her hands against his chest and pushed herself away.
She stumbled back, her heels wobbling on the carpet. She quickly smoothed down her pencil skirt.
"I apologize, everyone."
She kept her voice flat. Professional. Distant.
"Just a sudden drop in blood sugar."
Kian frowned. The lines around his mouth tightened. "Juliana, you've been working eighty-hour weeks. If you collapse again, the board will start asking questions about your fitness for this role, and the rumors are already starting to circle," he warned quietly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Meeting paused for ten minutes," Kian announced loudly to the room.
He didn't wait for a response. He grabbed a glass from the table, filled it with warm water from the pitcher, and pressed it into her hands.
"Drink it. Sit down."
Juliana stared at the glass. The warmth seeped into her freezing fingers.
"Thank you, Mr. Vance."
She avoided his eyes. She couldn't handle his concern. Not when her own husband looked at her with pure disgust.
She set the glass down.
"Excuse me. I need the restroom."
She practically ran out of the boardroom.
In the bathroom, she turned the faucet to the coldest setting. She splashed the freezing water onto her face. The shock made her gasp, forcing her brain to wake up.
Hours later, the workday ended.
"Let me drop you off," Kian offered as they stood by the elevators.
"No. Thank you. I ordered an Uber."
She walked away before he could argue.
The rain started pouring as the Uber drove toward Long Island. The heavy drops slapped against the window.
Juliana stared at her reflection in the dark glass. She looked exhausted. Hollow.
The car pulled up to the massive iron gates of the Landry family estate.
The security guard checked her ID. He was perfectly polite, but his eyes lingered on her face a second too long, carrying a hesitant, overly scrutinizing weight before he slowly opened the gate.
Juliana stepped out of the car. She opened her black umbrella. The wind whipped her hair across her face as she walked across the manicured lawn toward the main house.
She pushed open the heavy oak doors.
The grand foyer was dead silent.
The head butler appeared. He took her wet coat. His posture was stiff. Down the hall, a young maid peeked around the corner, whispering furiously to another servant before scurrying away. The subtle shift in the estate's atmosphere was suffocating. His eyes held a strange, uncomfortable pity.
"When does the family trust fund review start tonight?" Juliana asked, unbuttoning her blazer.
The butler looked at the marble floor.
"The meeting has been postponed, Madam. By Master Adelbert's orders."
Juliana froze. Her hand stopped mid-air.
She was the wife. She was supposed to be at that meeting. She had been completely cut out.
Footsteps echoed from the grand staircase.
Two maids hurried down the hallway toward the guest wing. They were carrying stacks of brand-new silk bedsheets.
"Stop," Juliana said. "Are we expecting guests?"
The maids froze. They looked at each other, terrified. They turned to the butler for help.
The butler cleared his throat.
"Master Adelbert arranged for a VIP guest to stay in the east wing, Madam."
Juliana's heart dropped into her stomach. The cold from the rain seeped into her bones.
She knew exactly who the guest was.
She didn't scream. She didn't cry. Three years of living in this house had taught her how to wear a mask.
She nodded slowly.
"I see."
She turned and walked up the sweeping staircase to her bedroom on the second floor.
She pushed the door open. The massive king-sized bed looked like an island in the middle of a cold ocean. The loneliness crushed her chest.
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Down below, the iron gates opened again. A black Maybach rolled up the driveway.
Adelbert stepped out. He held a large black umbrella.
He opened the passenger door. He reached his hand out.
A woman in a white trench coat stepped out into the rain. Corrin.
Juliana watched as Adelbert smiled at Corrin. It was a soft, gentle smile. A smile he had never, not once, given to Juliana.
Juliana reached out and grabbed the heavy velvet curtains. She pulled them shut, blocking out the sight.
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8.0
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"Trust me."
Words like that could mess you up in this line of work. Then he did something I didn't expect, he stretched out a hand. Even I knew when not to doubt a helping hand.
I sighed. Well, roadkill it is then.
I clasped his hand and his firm grip pulled me up out of the line of fire.
***
Cake Coogan survives by her fists and her fury, spending her life fighting in underground rings to keep herself and her mother alive. But one stolen payout, one stranger's intervention, and one accidental bag switch drops her into the crosshairs of Nico Vescari.
Nico Vescari; mafia heir, feared and ruthless, a man who kills with a steady pulse-wants his money back. What he gets instead is Cake: the girl with the iron fists, mismatched eyes, and a journal he should never have read. Fascinated, furious, and threatened by how she makes him feel, he gives her a choice that isn't a choice at all-marry him for a year... or lose the only family she has left.
Thrust into a world of blood feuds, monsters, and merciless mafia politics, Cake becomes both weapon and wife. She's pulled between power plays, underground fights, and a man whose touch feels like fire even when she swears she hates him. Nico's family is dangerous, his enemies worse, and his rules suffocating, but the most lethal thing between them is the feral desire none of them want. As bodies fall and alliances burn, Cake is forced to choose between revenge and the man who has broken her, protected her, and ruined her life in equal measure.
In a story of obsession, betrayal, and savage love, only the strongest survive.
And Cake Coogan is not prey.
8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
8.7
Bloodhoundhearts
8.7
Aiden is the Bloodhound the Council's most feared assassin, a vampire prince whose soul has been hollowed out by centuries of shadow and state-sanctioned slaughter. Elena is a Seer of the Vance line a woman of the mountain whose silver flame was meant to heal, not to spark a revolution. When their paths collide in the high spires of a corrupt capital, they don't just find love; they ignite a war that spans from the depths of the Sunken Vaults to the spectral currents of the Forbidden Coast.
Now, fleeing the ruins of a broken empire, they carry the ultimate secret: Caelum, a child of the Harmony. Born during a solar eclipse, he is the Third Way a hybrid heir with the power to either unite the warring forces of light and dark or become a beacon of chaos that levels the continent.
With the mechanical genius of a mad inventor, the iron will of a blacksmith's son, and the cryptic guidance of a five-hundred-year-old Oracle, Aiden and Elena must protect their son from enemies both ancient and new. From the obsidian breach-engines of the Council to the void-stained magic of Lyra, the first fallen Seer, the hunt is on.
In a realm where blood defines destiny, can a monster become a father? Can a healer survive the abyss? And when the choice comes to sacrifice half of his soul, will the Child of the Harmony have the strength to forge a new dawn?
7.4
In a world ruled by guns, secrets, and blood-soaked loyalties, love is the most dangerous currency of all.
Alessandro De Luca is the unseen king of a global cartel-ruthless, brilliant, and feared across continents. His word is law, his mercy nonexistent. Until one night, one woman, and one mistake unravel everything he has built.
Elena Hart is innocent but unbreakable, drawn into the underworld through a debt she never created. She should have been collateral-nothing more. Instead, she becomes his weakness.
As enemies close in and betrayal festers within the cartel, Alessandro must choose between the empire crowned in blood... or the woman who threatens to destroy it.
Love was never part of the plan.
Survival was.
And in this world, both demand a price.
8.9
I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end.
The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds.
She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers.
My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay.
But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears.
8.8
Fyre
Everything I did was for love. Every drop of blood I shed was for him, but when it came to him, he turned his back on me. For what? Because I am doomed, the world's end. It wasn't that he never loved me; it was the fear that one day I'd become much more powerful and destroy everything he had built. My heart bleeds, and the only way I will ever get back at him for his betrayal is by seeking revenge.
Ronan
I've spent my life in the shadows since she died, since the life I loved was ripped from me and left only grief behind. I watched from the sidelines as my family crumbled, pretending I was safe from it when I knew I was not. I thought I had accepted silence until she came-not from my past, not from any recorded memory, but fully, dangerously alive, and entirely... unpredictable. Her power terrifies me. Her fire challenges me. She is someone I should stay away from, but somehow, against every rule I've lived by, she makes the grief in my chest feel... human again. I should stop her. No, hold her. Fear her. I should let nothing slip past my control. But every glance, every unguarded moment, reminds me that surviving her is no longer the same as staying in the shadows. But she is closed off... something I indirectly had a hand in.
Alistair
I should've been brave like my brother and fought for the woman who made me feel whole again. I should've fought the whole world for her and not been against her, but I failed. Now I want her back, but she is somewhere, protecting herself from me, from everything; it is all my fault. I should never have chosen duty over love.
BOOK 1 of The Shadowborne Series