The CEO's Billion-Dollar Divorce Regret

My husband, a mafia underboss and a brilliant neurosurgeon, left me to die on the side of a highway in the pouring rain. He had to rush to another woman, his true love, who'd had a minor car accident. As I lay bleeding on a gurney after being hit by a truck, I learned I was eight weeks pregnant. But my hope was short-lived. The hospital was out of my blood type, and the only reserve had been set aside by my husband for his lover, just in case she had "post-op complications" from her cosmetic procedure. Over the phone, I heard the nurse beg him. "This woman, and your... this baby will die!" His reply was ice. "Isabella is my priority." He let our child die to save her from a minor risk. The ledger where I'd been keeping score of his sins finally hit zero. I was free. Two years later, I've built a new life, a new career, and found a new love with a man who cherishes me. I'm no longer the broken wife, but a celebrated architect, nominated for a prestigious award. And tonight, at the awards ceremony, he found me. He got on his knees in the middle of the ballroom, begging for a second chance.

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Chapter 2

Seraphina POV:

I spent the next two weeks in the hospital. Dante never came.

Not once.

He sent flowers. Lilies, stark white and funereal, that filled the room with a cloying scent I couldn't stomach. He sent gifts through an associate-cashmere blankets, expensive chocolates, books I'd never read. I donated every single one.

They were gestures of duty, not affection. Payments on an inconvenient debt.

I didn't need his gifts. I had my phone.

Isabella's Instagram was a curated masterpiece of my husband's devotion. A photo of their hands intertwined on a sun-drenched beach, his thumb stroking her knuckles. A video of him cooking for her in a rustic seaside cottage-the one he'd once promised me. A selfie of them wrapped in a blanket by a fire pit, her caption a sickeningly sweet ode to "true love" and "healing with my soulmate."

I felt nothing. The pain had been so sharp, for so long, that it had finally carved out a piece of me, leaving a clean, numb void. I looked at the images of the man I married doting on another woman, and it was like watching a movie about strangers.

When I was discharged, I went home to the echoing silence of the mansion. I was sitting on the terrace, a cool breeze on my face, when I heard voices from the garden below. Marco, Dante's most trusted Capo, and another of his men.

"He bankrupted her ex-husband," the man said, his voice a low grumble. "Used the Family's lawyers to run a personal vendetta. The Don is not happy."

Marco sighed, a heavy, weary sound. "He's always been obsessed. Since they were kids."

"I know, but last night was different," the man countered. I leaned forward, my breath catching in my throat. "He was drunk, out of his mind. Kept calling out a name. Not Isabella's."

My heart gave a foolish, painful lurch.

"He was calling for Seraphina."

I found him passed out on the sofa in his study, the room reeking of expensive whiskey. Empty bottles littered the floor around him like fallen soldiers. His tie was loose, his hair a mess. He looked... broken.

A traitorous part of me, a part I thought was long dead, wanted to cover him with a blanket.

He murmured something in his sleep, his brow furrowed in pain. I leaned closer, straining to hear.

"Isabella," he whispered, the name a ghost on his lips. "I'm sorry... sorry for five wasted years."

The man's words had been a lie. Or a mistake. It didn't matter.

"She's the perfect wife," the man's voice echoed in my memory. "The perfect Regina. Why can't he see what's right in front of him?"

Dante shifted, his lips moving again, a final, slurred judgment from the depths of his subconscious.

"She's not the one."

The words didn't feel like a stab. They felt like a key turning in a lock. I hadn't just been a wife; I had been a placeholder. I had wasted three years of my life trying to earn the heart of a man who saw me as nothing more.

A wave of profound relief washed over me, so pure and absolute it made me dizzy. The cruel, undeniable truth had finally, completely, set me free.

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On their first anniversary, Demi finds her boyfriend fucking her best friend after standing her up on their dinner date. Feeling betrayed, she decides to drink her sorrows where she meets a stranger who will change her life for good. Gavin Morgan, a public figure, and one of the youngest billionaires in New York, is caught by her beauty at first sight. He sees her in a vulnerable state but doesn't take advantage, despite his attraction towards her. When he learns that she's set for an interview with his company, Demi is guaranteed the job. Working together, they grow fond of each other and fall deeply in love. Gavin gives Demi a luxurious life more than she has ever dreamed of. Demi experiences a love she has never seen before from Gavin who treasures her more than anything. However, there are outside forces trying to break them apart. So many girls are obsessed with Gavin and jealous of what Demi has, including her former best friend. Seeing her glow, her ex also wants her back. To add on, Gavin's family doesn't accept Demi since she doesn't come from a rich family. But Gavin is determined to protect his woman no matter what. Will the opposing forces win or will love conquer all?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

Claimed: Owned By The Don

8.1

He's known as the devil behind Club Eden,and she's the journalist that was sent to expose him, but when power tastes like pleasure, how do you stop craving the man who owns your body, and maybe your soul? Raven Knight doesn't scare easily. She's a fierce investigative journalist with a history of burning corrupt empires to the ground. Her latest assignment was to go undercover at the city's most elite and dangerous strip club to uncover what billionaire club owner and mafia Don, Jaxon Morreau was hiding, but what she didn't expect was him. Jaxon Morreau is a mafia Don with blood on his hands and control in his veins. Jaxon is cold, brilliant and totally untouchable, that is until Raven Knight stumbles into his world and becomes the obsession he never saw coming. She's everything he shouldn't want, she's too sharp, too stubborn, too pure, and yet he'll break every rule to keep her, even if that means war. As passion turns into possession, secrets unravel, and danger closes in from all sides, including Jaxon's jealous younger brother, Zane, whose obsession with Raven runs darker than anyone knows. Now, she must choose, either her freedom, or to surrender to the man who wants to own her; mind, body and soul. Welcome to Club Eden where nothing is safe, especially your heart.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.0

FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE

8.0

Lily Carter never expected the clumsy tourist she rescued from black diamond slope to have the bluest eyes she'd ever seen or a smile that made her chest ache. Teaching him to ski was supposed to be easy. Keeping her feelings in check? Not so much. Jake seems sweet, awkward and almost too grateful for her time... but he's hiding something. Because Jake Rylan isn't just another tourist-he's one of the most powerful billionaires in the world. She's falling for the man behind the mask. He's terrified she'll hate him when the truth comes out. When secrets melt and sparks turn into fire, will their story end with heartbreak or a love worth more than all the billions in the world?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

I Left, Glowed Up Now He's Begging For A Second Chance

8.8

After years of enduring a cold and neglectful marriage, Elena chooses to walk away from her billionaire husband to reclaim her identity. She undergoes a stunning transformation, finding success and confidence on her own terms. When she resurfaces, her newfound radiance leaves her ex-husband filled with regret. Once indifferent, he is now desperate to win her back, but Elena must decide if his second chance is worth her hard-won freedom and peace.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

In Love With My Father's Best

9.4

Prologue. I've loved him as long as I can remember. Hardin. My father's best friend. The man who seems untouchable, unlovable to every woman. But for me? He's everything. Thirty-Five. Handsome. Calculating. Billionaire. And yet, he remains single. What could I do? I'm just Elena. Twenty-two years old. His best friend's daughter. Someone who shouldn't even think of loving him. So my first love became my hidden secret. But now? I'm out of college, and I've vowed to chase my dream. I joined his company, not for work, or for ambition. But for him. To stay close. To make him fall for me. Forbidden love is a dangerous game, but I'm willing to take the risk. Will I succeed? Will my love break through every rule and boundary? I don't know. But I'm ready to find out.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Jilted Heiress: Rising From The Ashes

9.4

I stood in the center of my Manhattan penthouse, staring at the empty satin hanger where my custom Vera Wang gown should have been. It was a masterpiece of silk and pearls that had taken six months to perfect for my wedding to the billionaire heir, Boston Travis. Then my phone buzzed. Boston’s voice was a flat line, devoid of the love he’d promised me for four years. "The wedding is off, Florrie. I’m marrying your sister, Asia." He told me Asia was dying of Stage 4 cancer and her "final wish" was to be a bride—wearing my dress. He had sent his security team to my home with a spare key to steal the gown, claiming it was Travis property since his family accounts paid the bill. My stepmother texted me minutes later, demanding I vacate my own beach house so the "dying" girl could have a honeymoon. When I tried to protest, Boston snapped at me. "How could you be so heartless? She’s your sister. Have some compassion." They expected me to play the part of the discarded woman while they paraded my life around as a PR stunt. I realized then that Asia hadn't just taken my dress; she had spent her entire life stealing my father's love and my peace, always playing the fragile angel while I was cast as the villain. I didn't cry. I sat at my desk, opened my contacts, and relabeled Boston Travis as "TARGET." If they wanted a tragic story, I would give them a massacre. I reclaimed my mother’s multi-million dollar trust, seized the deed to the beach house, and walked into Asia’s hospital room with a lit sparkler to expose the truth behind her "terminal" illness. As I slapped Boston in the hospital lobby in front of a dozen recording iPhones, I realized I didn't need a husband. I needed a clean slate—and I was going to burn their empire to get it.

Billionaire Modern Romance

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